Donald Trump by The Quillmatic Bardinator, A Poem for the Modern Age by the wannabe Shakespeare

A Sonnet for Donald Trump by the Quillmatic Bardinator 

 

 Upon the grand stage power's tempests brew,

A man of gold and bluster takes his stand,

His words, a whirlwind, sweep across the land,

Donald Trump with voice anew.

His towered pride, a monument to self,

A gilded throne, where ego reigns supreme,

He tweets, he boasts, he spins a fevered dream,

While truth and reason falter, lose their wealth.

In echoes of the past, we find his kin,

Julius Caesar, craving godlike sway,

And Richard III, whose twisted path unfolds.

Macbeth, with hunger for dominion's sin,

And Lear, whose kingdom crumbles day by day,

This, a tragic tale of power writ in gold.

©2024 Quillmatic Bardinator / Tale Teller Club

Shall I compare thee to a Dating App, Sonnet by Quillmatic Bardinator™

A Sonnet for the Digital Heart

Shall I compare thee to a dating app? 

Thou art more swiping and more algorithmic. 

Rough profiles oft shake the lonely heart, 

And lonely hearts find love in digital seas.

Sometimes, too hot the Tinder flame doth burn, 

And often is the Bumble match unreturned,

And yet, thy legs doth open wide, 

Revealing glimpses of love’s sweet surprise.

But softly now! What light through Grindr window breaks? 

It is heaven, and Cupid is the take. 

Arise, fair swipers, and let us chat away, 

For love awaits in pixels and emoji.

So long as profiles last and phones remain,

This modern sonnet shall sing love’s refrain.

©2024 Quillmatic Bardinator

Let's Go Swimming Poem and Live Reading by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

 Let's go Swimming

Let’s go swimming

Where the ocean never ends

Where the lost and lonely people

Catch up with their friends

Where water babies go

The seas

to ever roam

In search of mothers' love

Thrown in from up above

Let’s go swimming

Where no one ever grows

Where time stands still

For those

who chose

To walk the sandy beds

With the bubbles

of the dead

To guide them

without dread

Let’s go swimming

Under the seven seas

Naked in

our dreams

Where warrior women

freed

Search for babes

in weeds

Let’s go swimming

With angels wearing wings

Whose death songs sing

In echos from the shells

With lovers

saved from Hell

Let’s go swimming

And stop this endless time

Capture love sublime

To save it from the tide

Ⓒ 2022 Sarnia de la Mare

We Were Never Really Friends (Lyrics with a Biro), Fake Friends the poem by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

 The latest Tale Teller Club single is off to the distributer.

Here are the lyrics and the the poem that inspired them by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

We Were Never Really Friends

Sometimes there’s an emptiness

An echo unreturned

A memory now forgotten

Knowing now unlearned

I am stealing shadows

Ones to call my own

Leaping from the chasms

Where Light is never thrown

We were walking to the beat

With nothing on our feet

But the tears that you shed

Were wasted on the dead

‘Cause you know you killed me then

When you lied that we were friends

chorus

On a train to love’s misfortune

Wrapped in hopes belonging

Binding words compelling

On a derailed train 

To a bitter end

We were never really friends

I am stealing shadows

Ones to call my own

But you are just a hollow

Where nothing ever grows

©2024 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

The original poem which inspired the song

Fake Friends

It took many years

and a million mistakes

to see 

that we 

were never friends

I was wrapped

so tightly in

Belonging

The songs were 

binding 

and the troupes

compelling

But we were

Never really friends

We were passengers

on one another’s

trains

Derailed and destined 

for some 

grizzly end

We were never ever

Friends

©2024 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA