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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

Donald Trump illustration for Quillmatic Bardinator



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

underwater swimmers figurative art illustration body blue orange water


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




Mothers' Frowning 2024 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

 


Mothers' Frowning



The boys are playing 

war again

Their bodies

Slammed

on dirty ground

What have we become?

But dirty whores

for pain and loss.

Don’t make no fuss


Let them fight

They’re only boys

They love their toys

Planes and boats

Bayonets at throats

Armaments of hope



Guns are so much fun

What have we become?



Such exhilarating 

Noises

Hooray Horrah

They do not hear

The Voices

'Neath deafening tones 

of death and drones

The screams of girls,

are drowning

in war’s

Turmoil

and mothers’ frowning



© 2024 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA




Danger and Prose Single by the Tale Teller Club

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