Best Polonius Poems

"To thine own self be true."*
No matter what else you do....
this truth will get you by
Look others in the eye
With sureness take a stand
Your life at your command
Be true to what you say
No pretense in your way
Be proud of who you are
Let knowledge bear you...

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O luckless maid! such beauteous 
blush with modest blandishments
did'st flash to woo a Prince
o'erthrown, in madness' grasp!

Still-born, ne'er meant to flourish,
true love was the hapless prey,
Polonius lay cold, extinguish'd
by the Dane's misguided sway.

It drove thee mindless, to a frenzy,
death thy only destination,
borne by rippling river's...

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I’ve got a pocketful of dreams
And very little else
What I have I give to others 
And keep nothing to myself

I spread myself too thin
And tire myself out
Many times I’ve been taken for granted
Of that there is no doubt

Polonius in Hamlet said
“To thine own self be...

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O luckless maid! such beauteous 
blush with modest blandishments 
did'st flash to woo a Prince 
o'erthrown, in madness' grasp! 

Still-born, ne'er meant to flourish, 
true love was the hapless prey, 
Polonius lay cold, extinguish'd 
in the Dane's misguided sway. 

It drove thee mindless, to a...

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Long Poems

What is it about long poems?
Won’t people read any more?
They certainly will not accept them for
An anthology, and that is a bore!
   
People write tiddley poems,
A couple of lines or Haiku
Expecting us all to say jolly good
Followed by Ahs! and an Oooo!

I...

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Revere God; raise your voice.
Make daily praise your choice.

Through deeds, show loved ones care.   
Of friends’ needs, be aware.

Help those with less than you;
good deeds will bless you too.

To self be true, I’ve heard*. 
Set free your dreams deferred.**



 *“To thine own self...

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English prides itself on being a well-spring of today’s language
like a magpie that freely picks up foreign words elsewhere
with an attempt to incorporate them into its richness of vocabulary;
a great endeavor that makes sense to be a global lexicon these days.

It’s a continuing effort that...

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Humanoids …
Machine people, we have them at our disposal.
I envy these soul less creatures for they as Angels
do not feel any kind of pain.
Our robot, Ed Burkye is a French guy,
the machine person, although
I do not feel comfortable 
with strange person in my home,
rolling in...

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O luckless maid! such beauteous 
blush with modest blandishments
did'st flash to woo a Prince
o'erthrown, in madness' grasp!

Still-born, ne'er meant to flourish,
true love was the hapless prey,
Polonius lay cold, extinguish'd
in the Dane's misguided sway.

It drove thee mindless, to a frenzy,
death thy only destination,
borne by rippling river's...

Continue reading...

English prides itself on being a well-spring of today’s language
like a magpie that freely picks up foreign words elsewhere
with an attempt to incorporate them into its richness of vocabulary;
a great endeavor that makes sense to be a global lexicon these days.

It’s a continuing effort that...

Continue reading...

O luckless maid! such beauteous 
blush with modest blandishments
did'st flash to woo a Prince
o'erthrown, in madness' grasp!

Still-born, ne'er meant to flourish,
true love was the hapless prey,
Polonius lay cold, extinguish'd
by the Dane's misguided sway.

It drove thee mindless, to a frenzy,
death thy only destination,
borne by rippling river's...

Continue reading...

O luckless maid! such beauteous 
blush with modest blandishments
did'st flash to woo a Prince
o'erthrown, in madness' grasp!

Still-born, ne'er meant to flourish,
true love was the hapless prey,
Polonius lay cold, extinguish'd
by the Dane's misguided sway.

It drove thee mindless, to a frenzy,
death thy only destination,
borne by rippling river's...

Continue reading...

O luckless maid! such beauteous 
blush with modest blandishments
did'st flash to woo a Prince
o'erthrown, in madness' grasp!

Still-born, ne'er meant to flourish,
true love was the hapless prey,
Polonius lay cold, extinguish'd
by the Dane's misguided sway.

It drove thee mindless, to a frenzy,
death thy only destination,
borne by rippling river's...

Continue reading...

Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

Lord Polonius to Laertes - Hamlet, Act 1 Scene 3

your magnitude of desire is an ocean
that can only be scantily filled.
the vendors cast a net to...

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Lessons from Shakespeare 

Here’s a song of tragedies
Four plays from bygone times
Shakespeare did the penmanship
For  these  heroic crimes.
Hamlet was a stately prince
King Lear a royal dad
Othello was a noble man
Macbeth was just plain bad.
From these stories we can learn
That great men can have...

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