Time-Line of an Imortal Queen

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Time-Line of an Imortal Queen

Poem by: donkylemore

Genre: Commercial Fiction

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Poem by: donkylemore

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time unheeded ; conquered by a celebrity
She plunders , triumphs ,
witticisms epithets drop from her dulcet lips
till a bird soars above her and awaits ..
as her mind decays
and perfidious age is on the prowl
relentlessly.. awaits

Summary



time unheeded ; conquered by a celebrity
She plunders , triumphs ,
witticisms epithets drop from her dulcet lips
till a bird soars above her and awaits ..
as her mind decays
and perfidious age is on the prowl
relentlessly.. awaits

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Submitted: August 27, 2009

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What burning affairs  rage within
The echoing vaults of her awakened mind
What troubled cloud  does pass across her willowing thoughts
And trace their tear upon her golden countenance ?
Which cloudless sky will bestow its warmth upon her alabaster brow
Which bird shall sing the merriness of her mornings delight ?

Which strapless gown will she wear to town today
A little black number  perhaps by Gucci
White gloved  like  Audrey Hepburn ?

Cast back the wardrobe ; let me see and thing and try and think ..of what I wore last night  and
Of that unflattering mirror in the restaurant ;
And the too- concealing stool in the nightclub
Oh get a life !!

Her gilded word comes from her
Purple lips  as purple prose
And is worshiped by her golden circle  ;
At her alter when she takes audience
And with whom she  auditions and then audits
Their daily  invective
With daylong  gossip  ; peppered with salacious scandal
Sliced with slander and  
Strained  in a simmering colander.

Who is sleeping with whom now
And guess who had a threesome
In the golf club , without the balls
Oh ! Get a life …..

Snort a line.. Chase the Dragon..
Followedwith a desert
Of Lebanese gold ..
And Dom Perignion till dawn..
And  a little Nembutal to drift in numbed congress with Morpheus in   dreamless sleep..

Get a Life ..!!
So many  losers out there ..


Where have gone the puzzles turned to torment and confusion
In the sunken trenches of her war torn mind ?
Which storm has spent its fury ;
And flung itself among her forests and befelled  her  ancient swaying Oaks and Sycamores ?
What cart has carried her unawoken  from the brooding heavens ;
Before the leaves  rose up in whirlwinds and flew in torrents
And fell  upon her avenues ,
And  all along the length of  her meandering path ?

What albatross follows her all her days
 and watches her by  moonlight
And by faded light of day ?



Till the winds will  cease
And the colander grow cold
And the alabaster brow  
Grow untroubled ,
Yellowed ,waxen on crisp starched  linen sheet.


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