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Wednesday, April 3, 2024
Oh Britain, of Weather Most Foul by The Quillmatic Bardinator #poem
Monday, February 26, 2024
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
Sunday, February 25, 2024
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
Friday, February 23, 2024
Let's Go Swimming Poem and Live Reading by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA
Let's go Swimming
Wednesday, December 20, 2023
Mummy, they’re killing children again, a poem by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA #war #poetry #poem
Mummy, they’re killing children again
Mummy, they’re killing children again
I saw blood on TV this morning
over coffee
brown swishing fluids,
shit and limbs and blood
the new milk
for breakfast
Mummy, they’re killing children again
I saw men
Big
Strong
Powerful men
camouflaged in decency
a coverup so sinful
they closed their eyes
as the guns took fire
into the tiniest of beating hearts
Mummy, they’re killing children again
I saw homes
razed to unsafe grounds
where the rats now know
they are no longer
the vermin
of the earth’s war tapestries
hung so proud
on the walls of the victors
Mummy, they’re killing children again
I saw mothers wailing
their pain so deep it
ejected
their wombs,
laid bare their eggs
like a feast for the
soldiers
of hate
Mummy, they’re killing children again
when will they come
to take us
to rape us
deny us
a life once promised by
a God we can no longer find
a God who does not see us
a God who does not
hear our grief
Mummy, they’re killing children again
in front of my eyes
the bodies pile high
over breakfast
@2023 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA
Saturday, December 9, 2023
The Pain of the Dead by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA for Tale Teller Club Publishing
In shadows deep, where darkness weaves,
A tale unfolds amongst leaves.
Moonlight whispers, a specter's hymn,
In the haunted night, where fear begins.