An ardent longing for the finer things ...
Vodka from eggs - bedrooms with wings.
Bugatti's and coffees topped with gold,
Armani, Brioni, and true absinthe, old.
Bottega Veneta or a Lanvin wool coat,
Yachts that are really just mansions that float.
Valets and limos and luxe high-rise suites,
Beds dressed in D. Porthault Jours de Paris sheets.
Bluefin sashimi, Kopi Luwak,
Yubari Melon, and real Dark To'ak.
Matsutake Mushrooms, Wagyu Beef,
South Devon Crab with fresh saffron leaf.
Almas Caviar, Bonnotte Potatoes,
White Alba Truffles, Canarian Tomatoes.
Heligan Pineapple, Densuke Black
Watermelon, sweet. In pocket, a stack.
Milan designed leather shoes and gloves -
Oh, I'm cursed, eternal, with such lavish loves!
So what is the claim, if extravagance deems?
I hope for tomorrow, and believe in my dreams.
For naught yet compares to my imaginings' wealth,
All the money on earth can't buy my good health.
So I dream, but I'm happy with all I've been blessed,
And MAYBE, in time ... fate will see to the rest.
Drama centered on an aristocratic British family in
Old times- early twentieth century
Waited on by butlers, footmen, maids and valets
Noble families lived wrapped in luxury, night and day
Tale of young suitors, attractions, loves and marriages
Of young Ladies with service class rocked the family carriage
Not uncovered till late-child out of wedlock added to the disparage
As World War and other world events stirred awakening
Barriers between lord and servant started fading
Butlers sought jobs as teachers, cooks sought education
Erosion of aristocracy was inevitably writ in the nation
“Yes My Lord” would not be heard by future generations
Written on :07/18/2016
Contest: "Your Favorite Habit-forming TV Show" by Tom Quigley
A far away rumbling draws near,
An eerie calm, ensues all things,
Remain still.
Silence reigns, nature holds,
It's breath,
Carried upon shifting winds
Hear soft whispers calling, beware.
Heavens valets brake open,
Thunder quakes,
Lightening flashes splitting the,
Clouds apart.
Castaways refugee, descends,
Pleading,
Do not forsake me.
Death's shadows dance to and fro.
A crumpled figure lies motionless,
Bare pale flesh, warmed only by,
Mangled wings tattered remnants.
White feathers drifting aloft,
Aimless,
Sorrows innocent victim beseeching,
Forgiveness on bloody grounds,
Rough surf.
Humanities guardian,
Regrets shameful,
Reminder a fallen angel.
All grace replaced by broken,
Hearts loss.
With trembling hands, bony fingers,
Scratching at loosened soil.
Here she makes a holy symbol,
The sign of the cross.
Forgiving lord, heavenly father.
Bring me home unto thee.
In shroud's pitch blackness,
Beneath darkness’s abyss.
God weeps, behold gentle rains,
Merciful tears.
Thy lost lamb seeks salivations solos.
Redemption’s everlasting light,
Shines from above.
Guiding kindred’s dearest child to,
Loves unspoken embrace.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Tomorrow shall be a new day
Even if your mood is all grey today
The sun shall shine in the hay
And make you feel like summer's in the way!
Raining it is like cats and dogs
Pouring frogs down over the logs
Rivers race and run to be the first
To get to the sea to quench their thirst
Muddy boots, drenched raincoats
Today you shall be the King of Oats
No need to worry, after a night's sleep
The new dawn shall be shining deep!
Rainbows, birds, butterflies even fairies
All laughing and playing with the lillies
Such is the forecast for a new day
After you let go of today, oh so grey!
Hearts hammering at the sight of clouds
No more runny noses and black shrouds
Bees having fun in ballrooms or at ballets
Say Hey brave new day to all the valets!
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