Best Forsooth Poems

In a world ruled by gods and men,
who holds in their hand nature's pen?

When words are smitten to deaf ears,
dost one conclude their deepest fears?

Thy skilled soothsayer is portrayed,
as nothing more than a beggar paid.

A wandering derelict of the past,
his bardic tongue now shall avast.

On...

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Forsooth! My husband lost a tooth;
The fairy never showed.
He called the dentist, figuring
Some loyalty was owed.

The secretary set a date
But since we are away,
He could pick up some dental glue
To last another day.

Instead, since he is not in pain,
My husband chose to wait.
A brand-new crown...

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Alas, Abe Lincoln was fatally shot forsooth,

By that nefarious cad John Wilkes Booth!

Booth was shot by Sergeant Boston Corbett,

Sending him on his well-deserved eternal orbit!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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What happened to the word “forsooth?”
Modern poets rarely use it, unlike the Bard
And I miss it, if you want to know the truth
Finding a better word to replace it can be hard
Like that archaic phrase “long in the tooth.”

I suspect most of us don’t know...

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Sure this is familiar, “I am one who loved not wisely but too well”
At times feel like Shakespeare, you make my lower regions swell
“What light through yonder
window breaks” I ponder
Methinks been into the sauce which is not totally nouvelle

Forsooth!...

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I'd guess some of you'd say I invent truth each day,
That's not true, though I would post my answers.
If I've choice why be vain? When I share joy and pain,
I do dream I might null common cancers.

Though verse can lower stress (my life still is...

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from depths of our heart desires arising 
crystallises thoughts with potent power
with universe instantly responding 
manifesting wish of the soothsayer

all seeming reality illusion
being but thought forms by ourself chosen
this simple truth known in meditation
recognising our divine origin

having chosen to ensoul fleeting form
we descend into vibrations...

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Trapped in the open we are free within,
Enmeshed in cyclic fear and desire.
Inner silence cognises ignition;
Yearning within our heart all afire,
Borne of cravings the ego did sire.
The pulse cyclic bringing joy and sorrow;
Yesterday’s regrets, fears of tomorrow; 
Indulgence therein cause of delusion.
In deep inner silence...

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Quote from Berowne in "As You Like It" 
"And I, forsooth, in love!". Now Shakespeare speaking with his good friend Richard Burbage..... 

I must tell you forsooth
of my midsummer dream
a witch conjures bluetooth
her thoughts an air stream

oh crucify me not
t'is just a fantasy
and a wonderous...

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