Short Queendom Poems

It's a Jan A Thon
Dancing in our Soup
Dripping out of spoons
Burning up the group

Raking in the Wins
Shaking in our Skins
Must be the Queendom
Of United Kingdom!...

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queendom come
check my grammar
of
love

hand held
heart felt
moments
in
winter melt

seasons are never denied
only tears
of
joy
cried

lay with me
silkly minding sheets
reflections
of
mountainous peaks

dream with me
this dream
for
more
than one
stay with me
i
felt
your
queendom come
?...

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The competition is on at work.
Elementary school teachers
Most in their own queendom
Two in kingdoms
We are discussing job interviews
One question was really silly, Mrs. Bee told us.
“What was the last book you read?”
Made her really mad, 
as she had not read
a book since college’s
required reading.
She is in her forties.
Brilliant question if you ask me
As our goal is to create 
lifelong learners....

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A slab of cracked concrete pavement
Permanently fixed in a row
Of similar, less damaged slabs
Exists a miniaturized realm.
Within the fracture grows a few,
Tiny clumps of unnoticed grass 
And a single dandelion.
Deep within the dark cavity
A colony of zealous ants
Ruled by a single fertile queen
Work in well defined labor crews.
A team of seven working high
Atop the yellow nectar globe
Begin their long laden descent....

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My eyes tell a story 
Do you wanna know?
The tempest and the temptations
Are alive but wasn't enough to trounce me

I'm wild and loyal
Resilient and practical
Church-mindedly ruthless and effervescent
A cheerful giver of love not lust

Smirtle! I make you laugh not cause I care
But to show my brawniness
My prowess as a queendom
Goes without the saying - I rule

Not bard of Homer or Avon
But I write
Your destiny not mine
I'm the juggernaut...

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My ship has not bubbled
beneath the eer' of my moat,
but battles come
I will be done,
and my queendom shall be sunk.

What will the others pronounce,
as they measure me gram for ounce,
and the people will fly me home
to misfortune bay?

Will my anchor last the living
till they sail the days?

I'll whisper you my pennies.
I'll carve out the trove,
but in it you'll not find the names.

Trust in empty spaces
and geld insanity,
it'd be without these tools
there we'd see....

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CAROL THE QUEEN OF XYZ



                Carol was a  crunchy scrumpy the queen of queendom XYZ
                   Nobody saw her since September that was very bad
                                    Curry the cat got curry favour 
                                    In exchange of a curry flavour
             From the prince of the Pince- nez who was carol’s quidnunc dad










  CAROL THE QUEEN OF XYZ © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY 10 NOVEMBER 2014...

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