Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Saturday, January 20, 2024

Fake Friends, Poem by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA Illustrated by iServalan

 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

Wednesday, January 3, 2024

The Soldier by The Marchioness of Dorchester (circa 1625 during the The Anglo-French War )

 The Soldier

by The Marchioness of Dorchester (circa 1625 during the The Anglo-French War ) A suitor bold and handsome once arrived Twas early in a day unspent A proud soldier on horseback, A burning wish to vent ‘In courtly dance I wield mine mighty dart’ Said he, appearing finely dress’d In polished armour His lance Colossal, For this quest confessed. ‘With quivering heart, I seek mine lady fair, Her love the target of my fervent plea’ Said he Such chivalric pursuit was indeed Beyond compare His lance, a beacon of…. Virility. ‘Yet, not in war, but passion's grand display, I wield mine Shaft, Erect, a symbol of desire To pierce the veils that shroud love's subtle play In earnest yearning To set your heart afire. Behold, mine love, this lance of passion true, A token bold, my heart laid bare for you. Would mine lady touch my lance Before I leave Tonight for France?’ ©2024 Sarnia de la Mare taletellerclub.com iservalan.com sdelamare.blogspot.com

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