"milady" poems
*Dancing With Chopin
By Jude Kyrie
Vienna 1896
Do you like Chopin she whispered.?
Yes Milady I love Chopin.
Then we shall dance sir.
The darkened ballroom was lit
only by the candelabra
of the moon and stars.
As they waltzed to his nocturne
The pianist delicately flowed
each beautiful note, like raindrops
falling softly in the nighttime.
She was so lovely in her gown
So much what he wanted
But in a station far beyond his.
He had promised her.
Even if they could not be as one
In this lifetime he would wait
for her in the next and they
would spend eternity together.
Vienna 2014
Each night they
met in the famous old ballroom
they would dance to Chopin
only Chopin, forever.
As the soft darkness of night
melted into
the approaching light
of dawn they faded
leaving only silence.
The old caretaker
approached the ballroom.
And said to himself
I am sure I heard Chopin again*
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 6:12 AM UTC
Dancing With Chopin
By Jude Kyrie
Vienna 1896
*Do you like Chopin she whispered.?
Yes Milady I love Chopin.
Then we shall dance sir.
The darkened ballroom was lit
only by the candelabra
of the moon and stars.
As they waltzed to his nocturne
The pianist delicately flowed
each beautiful note, like raindrops
falling softly in the nighttime.
She was so lovely in her gown
So much what he wanted
But in a station far beyond his.
He had promised her.
Even if they could not be as one
In this lifetime he would wait
for her in the next and they
would spend eternity together.
Vienna 2015
Each night they
met in the famous old ballroom
they would dance to Chopin
only Chopin, forever.
As the soft darkness of night
melted into
the approaching light
of dawn they faded
leaving only silence.
The old caretaker
approached the ballroom.
And said to himself
I am sure I heard Chopin again*
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
i couldn't stop looking at this girl. i glanced down at my black leather jacket, black v-neck, ripped blue jeans, and black boots with the buckles on the side. i popped my collar and set out to find the girl i'd just found. i noticed the lights of this weird indie club i'd somehow ended up in. this music isn't normal "club" music. it's all arctic monkeys. the lyrics of these songs empowered me, i felt as though i had to continue my search for this soul. despite the darkness, i slid on my aviators to protect myself from those blinding lights, and also to give me a hint of mysteriousness. girls love that.
and then there she was.
sipping on what appeared to be a bottle of coke, but i couldn't tell because of the ******* sunglasses i was wearing. she was standing laughing with one of her friends. she had such a different aura to her. i couldn't help but watch as she pulled out one of her organic cigarettes.
"i wanna make her mine." i thought to myself.
the lights reflected off the sweat on the walls as i tried to keep my cool, strutting my way over to her, hoping to get her eyes to lock onto mine. from what i finally saw of her in plain sight, she had love in her eyes and perfect lighting over her; like a camera plus filter. she took drags of that cigarette like some kind of goddess, causing me to get weak at the knees and form a lump in my throat, which i soon managed to somehow swallow. i had to find out who she was. i wanted her more than i'd ever wanted anything, or at least so i recall. i played out the scene in my head - we'd dance, and numerous guys would approach her. it was hard not to. i'd overpower them. "she's with me.", i'd say cooly.
i didn't realize all this fantasizing about my mystery girl had taken me so little time, because by the time i was finished my train of thought, i was standing right in front of her. god, i wanted her so bad. i swear, if i looked at her long enough, she'd steal my soul. the love in her eyes was contradicted by the incredibly **** sparkle in her iris.
"hello there beautiful. you seem to be having a lovely time. you're absolutely breathtaking, i'm forced to believe you are a certified mind blower. what's your name, milady?"
with a turn of her head, a bat of her lashes, and a flash of her perfect smile, she answered me in the most angelic voice i've ever heard.
"arabella."
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
Remember the sandcastle
that we used to build?
It took some time
but little did we know
we have handcrafted our future
it was a hard work and patience
Passerby's liked it, others did not
but what do they know?
We had fun building it!
We were diligent to fill
it with sand
Sand that was formed
into an art of love
A castle that we both own
Yes, you will be the king,
and please, call me 'milady'
We will rule the kingdom
No negativities shall come in
Not until when we came back
Those sands of promises and memories
become pain
Everything was ruined
when the waves washed
our dreams away.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
Lincoln green robin
hoodwinking the
greedy rich
Feeding the poor
robin red breast
flaunting credentials
robbing the lady
marion
the little birds of their
flimsy
filmy honor
Little boy little
man-child john
little mowgli
conquering the jungle
conquering the tiger
riding imperious
the stark grey brown elephant
And backscratching bear
sleeping in the greensward
dancing with milady
tucking into supper of
fast arrowed stag
Hung out and dried
between devil trees
and huts afire
Across the brittle
yellow beach into
the deep blue sea
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 9:05 AM UTC
Oh there’s nothing you can do to turn this day around
The universe is set in black matter
and it’s oozing here consistently
Milady, Mara’s on another rampage
Try to sit down and enjoy
Maybe this rooftop will hold up long enough
to give us a sublime view
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
Somewhere out there.
Spiders build non ending webs.
Funnels and tunnels, no trains passing through.
They scuttle as they dash through the hearth.
Where the fires of the hearts of queens once burned.
Madame summons's her lady in waiting.
To sweep away the creature she's hating.
Her ladyship is really posh.
She's eaten many you know.
Tells the world they're scrumptious nosh.
The ladies maid, collects her captured trophies in a trinket box.
Stashes them in the drawer.
The one where milady keeps her socks and hoes.
Even the hankies to wipe her regal nose.
But, once in the bluest of moons,
She melts some chocolate on a spoon.
Into the runny chocolate, the leggy hairy creatures get dunked.
Those spiders dipped in chocolate,they're tasting really great.
A little bit of protein to satisfy the queen.
Her delicacy.
Apparently!
(C) LIVVI
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
The Lady Mary took to her bed
On the last of the mad March days,
She’d strained her constitution, she said
At that upstart, Shakespeare’s plays,
The ruffians at the Globe were known
To be often rotten with fleas,
‘I must have been bitten,’ Milady said
With her skirt drawn up to her knees.
The footman fastened a painted sign
‘No Visitors’ up at the door,
While one of the maids got down on her knees
And scrubbed at the parquet floor,
Milady took to her poster bed
By a window out to the square,
‘You’d best get down to the Fleet,’ she said,
‘Lord Orton is working there.’
The doctor came with his physic
Carried a nosegay close to his face,
The cane that he prodded Milady with
Would leave her with little grace,
‘The swellings down in Milady’s groin
Will have to be truly bled,
A mixture of clay and violets then
Applied to the sores,’ he said.
The mist swept in and the night came down
As the fever grew apace,
And dark black pustules grew and swarmed
At the Lady Mary’s face,
A shadow fell on the window pane
Of a man stood out in the square,
‘Who is that nightly visitant,
And what is he doing there?’
She couldn’t make out his features for
His hat was broad of brim,
Shading his face and hawk-like nose
Though he kept on looking in,
‘I have a terrible feeling that
I’ve seen that man before,
He’s come from the coffin-maker, and
He waits outside my door.’
She slipped off into unconsciousness
So the footman let him in,
To measure her with a piece of twine
From her head to below her shin,
They waited then for an hour or two
While the doctor had her bled,
She cried aloud at a fancied shroud
And she shrank from it, in dread.
Late on the second day she woke
Lord Orton at her side,
Holding a faded nosegay to
Protect him from his bride,
She heard the clatter of wheels pull up
Outside in the darkened court,
And cried, ‘My Lord, will you leave me now
That my time is running short?’
She lapsed back into a coma, but
She could feel the tremors start,
And something strange had begun to change
In the beating of her heart,
A rattle deep in her throat began
And resounded through her head,
Just as a voice, it seemed to her,
Called out, ‘Bring out your dead!’
David Lewis Paget
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
Milady, I would join the war for you
Barefooted may I be, will walk into the battlefield,
As I have a gun with one bullet,
A rusty sword and no helmet,
I will be preparing,
I am planning,
I was praying,
But, an unexpected knife
Pierced through my beating chest,
Killed me, right before I was to enter the war; with me not being able to use any of what I have
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC
Went to see the pastor,
he invited me for tea,
a general pleasant conversation,
covered all the room,
we chatted for a while,
and then I made smile,
I asked him "Sir, what's for tea",
He grinned real wide,
and said to me,
" sweet lady, we are having a roast",
and then I said to he,
What is the roast to be today?
He smiled back as he replied,
remnants of the lord who'd died,
"what on earth said I"?
So I smiled back and chuckled a bit,
would we, really roast the holy ghost,
he nodded bowing his head,
"Sweet lady, we are having Fred"
"Who on earth is Fred"? I said,
"Well milady",
"Fred is the chicken, that scratched in the yard,
who made conversation with the bard,
while, scratching for worms"
"More filling than the holy ghost,
chicken ,tastes a whole lot better than most other roasts"
So,
the vicar or pastor, whichever you care, picked up his chopper after brushing his hair,
dashed into the yard to catch hold of Fred,
Fred didn't fancy being dinner,
so he'd already fled.
(C) Livvi
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
Don't wanna live in the city lights.
Wanna hideaway at night.
Want love to blind me.
Only truth to find me.
Love to bind me.
Knots of raffia
Make me a basket.
Red yellow and blue.
Fill it with your honest truth.
City lights hidden dreams.
Poor visibility screams.
You wear your bikini.
Just covers some bits
Like a songbird.
A lady with wit.
Knots of raffia
Create me a basket
Red yellow and blue to make a neat basket.
Load it with love and fill it with flowers.
Weaving, binding true love over hours.
Stitch me a quilt all of my own.
Darling, the comfort of laying alone.
Lost in a sandstorm.
With grit in my eyes.
True love is lonely.
It reaches the skies.
A lonely Skua appears, poaching my eggs.
Some where behind me lay both of my legs.
They were walking in circles perpetually.
Not sure what they're doing but they wanna be free.
Chains discarded on my bed.
Off I go.
Met the red queen
It's off with my head in an instant.
A game of bowls or croquet maybe.
Nods in her honour.
Well done Milady.
What a strange poem or maybe a song.
Love is vacant, bing bang ****
(c)LIVVI
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 4:22 AM UTC
I gingerly place my hands on your silk back
as you climb aboard the
maypole
but is this right?
is this
True?
What is True?
why does my gentle heart flutter at the thought
of your
naked
Body
on top of mine?
Will you stop me?
will you help me save my honor?
I can only be so chivalrous
my steed can only gallop so many miles
Why does my wicked mind turn to the image
of you
with round—bare
eyes staring into mine
as our lips
Interlock
in a Loving embrace?
I wish—
I wish to walk side by side
with you
along the ocean shore
a beautiful bay steed for us both
I want that to be reality
Deep in my lifeforce
I only desire to defend you
with my mystical sword
for I have no desire to wield my organic sword
it has the power to betray and harm
as it did for Lancelot
Should the spirits take me
will you stop and assist me
in maintaining my honor?
if they take us both
shall we fall off the Edge of the World?
shall we approach the Gates of Oblivion
along the shores of Acheron and Styx?
Why must my mind and heart be
in constant warfare?
the Barbarians against the Gallant Knights.
whom shall win?
My knights are indeed heroic
but the base passions of the barbarians
give keenness to their axes and spears
And what about you milady?
will you stop yourself
knowing
my honor?
I pray that you will kiss me
and Love shall take
Us
along a pleasant path.
but - forgive me
I cannot
trust
you yet.
I long for the day when I can
Feel
Your hands
intertwined-in-mine-like-vines
as you smile into my eyes
not as a lover
but as a
Companion
Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 5:25 PM UTC
The sketch of my son now done, though he neither fine nor free.
She peers 'quisitively over mine to pun and 'quire: "Woo, such a fire!
How is it, my Captain?" It is with tears milady. I didn't think
It would happen. Those burns on my hand have a lifelong span,
not worth my loved ones' dip in the sun. The photos of my dearest
hang on shattered walls, their lives lurking only within. The fires
I recall so tall and looming, dim my days to nights so slim.
She muttered: "'Tis the fault of thieves and men, so bitter of
your services against them." They set their flame to our land,
It whips its tips to eye's white my arm my final closest,
concealed by flashes: the blast had hurled me South back then.
Her eyes aglisten. "Must you take blame for warranted migration?"
-- Our train to a halt had come, both awaited and un- . She bid
adieu and tipped to her toes. But something's amiss: Her pupils in
subtle ocean perish and her legs left marked by a sordid scald.
My hand about her arm then wrapped tight. I pulled her near; she
slapped and I seized. I asked: Who might you truly be? She
whispered: "What, is it chivalry to forget a daughter?"
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
Eleven eleven.
The time I heard a raven.
As the flock flies away.
The paladin is to stay.
Milady in her slumber
Safe and sound in her quarter
I stand my ground
Until morning is found
Hastily comes the servant
He most certainly is arrogant.
My princess stays in place
Where I guard shield and mace.
Our ties and fates interlaced
I wait for milady's embrace
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
Milady, are thy in need of a handkerchief?
Or an escort out while we take our leave?
I'll shield you from those who wish to harm
Why are thou feelings so shallow yet so warm?
Must remain my posture even though she makes my heart wild
Even wilder than the desires of Adam and Eve's Child
Oh Milady wait for me, I have an umbrella
Who am I? Oh i am just a mere uptown fella
What do i want? No i do not wish these haunting desires
Anyone who says i am that dishonorable are nothing but liars.
No Milady, please wait! i wish you for who you are
No Milady, Don't leave me now after you have left this scar...
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 9:53 AM UTC
Calmly open the door (are there too many 'L's?)
and-
andandandandandandandandandandand-
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
There, now there are too many 'A's. And Haitches.
So, welcome in, leave your hat in the corner, try some fine sparkling apple juice - no, your the beautiful one tonight, ma'am, uh, m'lady - oh, sit down, sit down, leave your suitcase on the floor, it's fine, would you care for the dessert- wait, no, we haven't even got the appetisers, silly me, and I-
oh, sorry, I needed to breathe.
Did I ruin the night for you?
Terribly sorry.
Hey, wait a second, miss, no, ma'am, no, wait, no, m'lady. M'lady! Milady, please, no, ple-
So, do you think it's a coincidence that your hat that day was the same colour as my entrails?
Oh, sorry, m'lady, didn't mean to gross you out.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC
This bitterness that remained still in my heart
Never has anyone tried to part
This bitterness that in my heart has left a void
Even caused me to be "feeling-devoid"
This bitterness that at one time has entered your range
Those eyes and sweet glowing smile has caused it to change
This bitterness that has caused me strife,
I thank you for cutting it out of my life
So milady, what I'll say ends with a "U"
It's because for a long time, I've been liking you
Even after this, my feelings may or may not die
But I guess it's now time to say goodbye
And so, we meet again my bitterness
Your return's made quite a bit of a mess
Left me once again in total disarray
No hope remained, not even a ray
So this I say again, with a shot of whiskey and rye
And with feelings of being down and blue
My final goodbye
Time to bid you adieu
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC
Fancy a Little French!
Oops there goes another one.
Hear the whoosh and phut.
Hits the court.
A silent crowd stop and watch
Stilled by the sullen fall of the blade.
The crowd of peasants roar.
One more to go.
Let's even the scare.
Maybe the score.
Today alone twenty or more.
Let them feast.
Worry the wealth of the rich.
Watch power tumble.
As it's neck doth crumble
A revolutionary way to deal with affluent society.
A rickety cart pulled by stallion fine.
Arrogance led from said rickety cart.
Still holding their masks to their eyes.
Fine mask withheld by milady in waiting.
Exchanged for a rag.
To stick over the eyes of the affluent ****
Before she meets her maker.
Another gone.
Nibbled the dust of a thousand saws.
Crowd uproar.
In a sea of cheers.
A platform of fear.
A scaffold without much mess.
Another head tossed in the basket.
Poulets dans le panier!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 5:05 AM UTC
imperfect
she's witty
womanly
i love
milady
your calloused fingers, a heart you're
patient chivalrous, gallant, bold, alluring
leading bloody soldier stands ambitions
critical honest and cold amazing
thinking her dreams always
smart, dauntless, aiming
my dearest with
shotguns as arms.
Responsible shoulders
my lady my honey
charming handsome
black -eyed
black -faced
bea uty
you are,
our war
rior, rugged
indest ructable
gunslinger please call her
milady.
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 5:36 AM UTC
Who has seen a lady so fair, so comely and so bonnie?
She is Milady
O my Princess
Your fragrance is of sweet incense
You glitter like a diamond
And you shine as the sun in its radiance
People around you rejoice
For they are soothed by the tone of your voice
Your humility amalgamated with wisdom
Is what “Emperor” needs in his Empire
Where you shall be a guiding light
And men will walk no more in night
But all they will do is right
Your good deeds shall take you to great height
And glory to glory you shall go
I pray that in all you be faithful
That men will laugh and say not
“Alas! He was entangled in a wild goose chase”
Rather I shall like a nightingale
Sing melodious songs that your love for me is TRUE
And my heart shall be your humble milieu forever
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
I beheld a lady so cute and lovely
She's in d eyes of every young dude
My love for her is indubitable
And in my humble state I reached out to her
With fear I quaked as I go
Not to receive my worst blow
But alas it wasn't so
For today we now glow
Milady
Who am I that you love me so
And you turn down the strong and mighty
Who seems to be "on" and "trendy"
O Milady
My love for you will not cease to flow
Neither will I let it go sour or slow
But my love's fire I will blow
So for ever it will glow
I love you Milady - Princeeroma
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
such words that rhyme
and line by line in epic time
i saw you there, upon my poem
i thought myselfe, wonder if i knowem?
i saw not, but my brother doth so
i find myself here, tis you i wish to know
pentameter shmentameter, free verse is king!
epically rhymed and everyone can sing!
to moon so high and sun beyond
greetings milady, my name is Leon.
May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 10:28 PM UTC
Hey Milady,
Your beauty shines so bright
And your presence illumine my night
I will hold you so tight
And will never let you out of my sight
As I strive to do the right
Together we will climb amazing height
For you are my candle light
And my lily white
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC
Pain has been both a friend and foe.
It killed us, it shaped us.
I have spilled my words,
Full of selfishness and full of greed,
Because I was completely blinded
With you as my need.
All I wanted was to be let in,
And not forgotten,
And be a shoulder for you to lean
Lest I have forgotten,
The ways of the Man,
To be gentle and full of love,
As If being a God sent,
From the righteous Above.
Forgive me, milady,
For I retreat now, that's all I can say,
As my bravery's out,
To fight another day.
-J
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
Tarry, milady, a lifetime,
The moon is nigh full,
Indeed, I be a fool,
To love you without a dime.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC