Panagiota Romios Poet Rhyme

Shakespeare Turning Over In His Grave

Shakespeare,Turning over in His Grave

Spaghetti can, sardine can. soup can?
Why, hell~~
Any man can!
Do what?
Think poetry is just words!
Like eggs, "any style"
Tossed in a frying pan.

William would totally, fail today!
So, brutal and painful to say.
His beautiful words too long to read.
We live our lives whose watchword
   and god is speed.
Speed of our devices, our cars.
Speed of being served in bars.

Time to slow down, me thinks,
And write some sonnets and odes,
   with glorious, gleaming ink.
On parchment..written in our glorious 
    blessed hand.
Poetry that comes ever so softly and                     
    sweetly,
From our mind-hearts' own infinite 
    meadowland.


Panagiota Romios
3/23/2019

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Silent One March 24, 2019 at 2:27 PM Poetry is never just words...Its emotions.. Panagiota Romios March 27, 2020 at 2:56 AM I never said it was just words. You know me by now, a year later, the last thwo full lines clarify that. Sorry I did not see this before?... . Rainbow wishes,Pamagiota. Panagiota Romios March 24, 2019 at 2:37 PM Thsnk you so much, Silent One Panagiota