Best Elizabethan Poems

ELIZABETHAN LOVE PASTICHE

I will pluck  Parmenter from your orchard bower
And taste it’s Ambrose and the scented flower
There we shall pass a brief but blessed hour
While I sup your essence sweet piquant and sour
Lest passing time should look on us to glower
And curse us so no more we may have power
To circumvent the fates and...

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by Elizabethan poetic verse in life's race
of biblical grace God hath surely dispersed…
assuring all that will… of heavenly grace
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“Behold, all things become new.” As carnal minds are 
also renewed.  (II Corinthians 5:17)
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I would return to Shakespeare’s time and see
Him live upon the stage; to hear him say
The lines he wrote would mean the world to me.
His theatre, with the acts performed at day,
The place he’d muse,’ To be or not to be.’ 
(And ALL would call him author of the play).
I’d stand amongst the crowd and...

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Oh but to rest this mad toiling mind!
Sleep? Nay, to sleep perchance to dream
Dreams. Ay, there lay the problem
How, then, to find solace
Can it be achieved... 
true peace of mind? 
Not in life
but in
death...

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Linen ruffs and lacy cuffs
And farthingales and tassels;
Petticoats and hose and cloaks
Like those once worn in castles.

Fastenings of hooks and eyes
And buttons, strings and laces
Used instead of zippers to
Keep closed important places.

Milliners and stocking knitters,
Shoemakers and such
Pushed for authenticity
In looks and wear and touch.

Seeing Shakespeare on the stage
The way that he intended
Must have had a...

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Simple question was asked but they fumble;
What are you going to do with your life?
Most of them babble, to speak they struggle;
Appears they don't know how to handle strife.

Don't have idea for their future day
lost their direction that shows confusion.
Answer to question is simple if they
apply their minds, there can't be illusion.

It's to...

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The quick fix had worked so
She slipped the needle away,
Her little liquid friend that helped 
Through each long working day.
A toot of the horn told her
He’s out there with her lift
For her to work the punters
From the pub leaving shift.

Only a whore they said
When the body was found,
A battered shop mannequin
Lying on  waste ground.
With...

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