Short Manor Poems

An abundant woods 
runs along the boundary 
of the manor house....

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Flowers line manner
In staircase colored pomp
With purple Manor....

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Archie Bunker
Clumsy clunker
  Sunk in neurotic funk
  Lord of the manor of cliché-ridden junk...

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To care for her, quickly,
Attend, instantly;
This husband-like heart,
Wants her near:

A hug in my arms,
Is here, urgently;
This custom, of love,
I would share –...

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No Matter How I Would Say

Made no difference how I would say,
Or exact manor, style or which way,
Got caught,
Having sought
How I did describe my very last day.

Jim Horn...

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The manor destroys the wandering fox
Extinction bound when silence of the vox,
To hear the hounds bay the din of the thrill
The merriment of those fond of the kill.

 © Harry J Horsman 2022...

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The clinking toward an adventure.
The door latch of an old manor
to enter an obscure maze
and defy the legend.
A basement with tombs
and oubliettes.
And a dart
to meet
death.
...

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Entering her royal courts at Brighten Manor....
Jovial the festive gathering jostling to find a place
Outside these walls as vantage their eyes; love's vista ?
Peasants of ancient old, and paupers; realigned, this gold....

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The Shadow hovers…
as I wake
from my sleep

Respreading its
shroud
from a future once bleak

Its darkness portends
what fear
seeks to end

All memory entombed,
as wishes
pretend

(Ashwood Manor: October, 2020)...

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The new residents at the Manor
Were in a pickle, with a dilemma
Their neighbors’ were rather posh
With exclamations like 'Golly gosh'

Keeping up appearances in other homes
Is rather hard when your name is Jones.
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Limerick : Once a tipsy Lord of the Manor

Once a tipsy Lord of the Manor
Took leash to be led by Labrador:
His Lady called him back -
Tied the tail on its back
But the dog turned tail behind the door.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014...

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Waking the world of untold possibilities 
Where my eyes awoke stilled in terror 
We the people lessening in our casualties 
Wishing the world could go on in this manor 
Whereas the citizens are mistaken,our stories untold 
Weeping green our hearts forlorn....

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Broken gates, leaning on broken walls
Broken streetlamps, they all fall
Walking down the broken road
Running away from the broken fold
Hiding in the broken Manor
Behind the broken Banner 
Broken Banner of a broken land 
It's symbol was the white hand...

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If you're looking for a UNIQUE getaway, now don't laugh
In Nairobi, Kenya, there's a hotel where you can feed giraffes
Through your second floor window
No, I'm not some kind of weirdo
These gentle giants wait to be fed and pose for photographs...

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A manor house on a hill
Petit-fours & cheese trolley
These small things...
A whiskey glass clinking
Musk of ancient tweed
 wet dogs by the fire
A front door strewn with wellies 
and autumn leaves
These are the small things 
of a perfect country afternoon...

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Unmanly; unsightly; unskilled
Unsociable; unsophisticated
Jerk; unruly
And hurt and bruised
Unmanly; unsound
But, unselfish in unseasonable weather
Of warmth, sky clear
Unmistakably; unlikely 
Too be unusually calm
In a untouchable manor
And then-unmanly; unruly; jerk....

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I'm not gay  but you.  ARE beautiful

   & yellows walk by

  on two pink sticks_____hunched black
cowboy hats shoot
   #Shooting Stars#

AND booked worms abused by Mr. Jones
of Manor Farm are bet'er than

book
_____
MANAGERS
in brick and mortar.

:: 07-14-2018 ::...

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Peonies, lavenders, cherry trees
Clef romancing Pachelbel's Canon behind the emerald maze
Summer breeze Tudor breathe
Vavasour Anne, hail thy Lady!
Homecoming carrage drove by quiet road, thus awakens
Ghouls, spirits, elves, butterflies
Celebrating Hazlewood
For thy Lady hath returned....

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Seeing the world fall 
the people failing one another 
I find solace in knowing
that even through life 
we are more than chemical reactions. 

Screaming through 3/8 inches 
of the human skull, 
longing for the rains- 
over the empty manor, 
Followed only by a sickening tapping. 

How cursed is thought......

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Welcome to the day, 
a boring drag of thought.
Longing for breath, 
as the brilliant Balius battles- 
the remaining refugees, of the mind. 

Welcome to the night, 
the manor opens, the garden-
a parfum arises, the sepulcher looms 
begging to be joined. 
The grave of heroes 
the sepulcher engraved- 

Imagination....

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Whilst I sauntered the halls
Her face surfaced before the lantern
That beloved grin an abstract design

Though she was settled behind glass
Fashioning the imagery ‘tis window shopping
Presenting the proclamation that she’s without a price

I covet not for alienation to shape us
I hunger for a sense of harmony
For us to never have spaked of tragedy...

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An Eighth of a Lemon


For Martha in the early years
life was recess, nothing more.
She knelt on asphalt,
quartered oranges for kittens
who never lost stringed mittens,
whose London Bridges
never fell down.
For Martha now,
life’s Parkview Manor
where a woman in white,
three times a day, bleeds
an eighth of a lemon into her tea.


Donal Mahoney...

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Never been to
Montauk in the
Winter before

Had an enjoyable
pleasurable drive
barely any traffic

Settled into Montauk Manor
clear crisp day
a little chilly

Saw deer
on the roads and lawn
beautiful creatures

Sun sets
kaleidoscopic view
feels like heaven

Night sky
clear with stars
fresh, breathtaking

Montauk Point
Lighthouse
beckons elegantly...

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If I was a rich as a 
Rothschild 
  then I would give up my job 
as a college assistant 
   and live in a great manor 
If I was as rich as a Rothschild 
I would buy 
a fantastic stereo 
If I was as rich as a Rothschild 
   I would buy the expensive volumes I see 
  advertised in the New York Times book review section 
If I was as rich as a Rothschild
    Wow! Wow! Wow!...

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Strutting a glowing plumage;
.        The cockerel stood akimbo,
     Lord of the manor, realm in view,
          All the hens rambunctious,
       As unease pervades the realm,
          Skirmishes here and there.
 Lo, above the sky a marauding crow, swooping,
           Swooping and picking a hen,
           In the realm of the cockerel,
.       For a meal, a meal fit for a crow....

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