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Written 22 February 2026 for Richard The Thitd Poetry Contest of  Robert Janes Liguori

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Richard the Third


                                            Shakespeare, grand painter of human nature,
                                                Depicts Richard the Third`s rise to power
                                                      By hooks or crooks as a Machiavel, 
                                                      Stirred by history to carve a marvel.

                                                The scene is set by an outstanding speech,
                                               With Richard designing the throne to reach
                                            Without qualms, where end justifies the means,
                                                 As from his life and the play can be seen.

                                           Hunchbacked since birth, every means he avails,
                                              With wild ambition burning through the veil,
                                                     A brazen spirit eager for the crown,
                                           Without shame, to tear highest structures down.

                                              He strolls fearless amidst the courtly throng,
                                               Where semblance of courtesy he prolongs,
                                                   But in his burning eyes a coldness lies,
                                                     Reflecting only his own forward rise.

                                                With the gentle king now resting in peace,
                                                 His dear dark desires are on the increase;
                                               He plots and schemes with a silvery tongue,
                                                Where grains of loyalty have never sprung.

                                                     The kind gentle brother he embraces,
                                                   With false smiles upon his ghastly faces;
                                               He plots and plans with solemn silent speed,
                                                     Sowing the nasty bitter hungry seed.

                                                  The princes  made to vanish in the night,
                                                    Ever lost to the world beyond the light,
                                                 The woeful weeping widow’s truthful grief
                                                  Brings him no seams of sorrow, no relief.

                                               With ruse he courts the lady, pale and meek,
                                                The words he utters, he doesn`t truly speak
                                            From the depth of his heart that knows true love,
                                                        But driven by the wish to rise above.

                                               Without an inch of shame he grabs the crown,
	                                           On his forehead no stamp of any frown;	
                                                  But soon fear begins to take its firm hold,
                                                        Alone, with a tragic end to behold.

                                                    At Bosworth Field, the royal army meet
                                                   Tudor`s allies and Richard  tastes defeat;
                                                 "A horse, a horse, for my kingdom," he pleads,
                                                       He fights all alone, until death he bleads.

                                                    The rightful heir at last is brought to fame,
                                                  And honour crowns the victor's shining name;
                                                       The bard`s moral: evil souls kiss the dust,
                                                     Goodness in end will win with divine trust.
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