Best To Be Or Not To Be Poems
A lowly blossom, striving to sustain
her beauty in the early morning mist,
the crocus, craving moisture to maintain
her stoic fight 'gainst winter's iron fist.
A lowly mollusc slithers 'neath his shell,
he slowly weaves, and leaves a silver trail,
antennae primed, and ready for the death knell,
when sparrows poke and peck his coat of mail.
Creatures and plants in the midst of the fray,
searching for sustenance, dying of thirst,
staving off hunger, say, is there a way
for them to be blessed, not feeble and cursed?
predator, prey, both the weakest and strongest,
who will prevail in the fight to live longest?
A lowly blossom, striving to sustain
her beauty in the early morning mist,
the crocus, craving moisture to maintain
her stoic fight 'gainst winter's iron fist.
A lowly mollusc slithers 'neath his shell,
he slowly weaves, and leaves a silver trail,
antennae primed and ready for the knell,
when sparrows poke and peck his coat of mail.
Creatures and plants in the midst of the fray,
searching for sustenance, dying of thirst,
staving off hunger, say, is there a way
for them to be blessed, not feeble and cursed?
predator, prey, both the strongest and weakest,
who will prevail in the fight to live longest?
The quote is from William Shakespeare's play, Hamlet,
spoken by Hamlet in Act 3, Scene 1.
"To be or not to be, that is the question."
But, what's the explanation of- to be?
Hopes for more than only one suggestion;
and so, I offer this which pleases me.
To be is that one choice tween life and death,
not only of the flesh but of the mind.
And choosing life is being with our breath;
and feeding thought creates life well-defined.
Yet, some may say that life's not just to be,
and brush off any joys it holds within;
to shut their minds to blackness others see
no matter in the ground or 'neath the skin.
Some say great life just happens on its own-
those highs and lows exist beyond our will;
that happenstance determines path alone-
in what we'll end up feeling- pang or thrill.
The choice is yours: with hope, it is to be;
the opposite negates life's grander prize.
Must live life to its fullest guarantee;
block not- just be, no need to compromise.
To Be Or Not To Be
To be or not to be is what you want to be.
If you are not, than don't be - but be all that
you want to be.
If you see only what you want to see, than
you don't see what you need to see. Don't
cry later, because you didn't see.
To be like someone else - you never will be.
You are different you see. If you don't try to
be, what you want to be - than you never will be.
06/23/2013
written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
FOOLHARDY
free
to
follow-
or deny
then to wonder why
JEOPARDY
free
to
follow-
much to late
then,to wonder why
ECSTASY
free
to
follow-
in rapture
then,with wonder cry
Inspired by John 8:33-36
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
O’, to be unseen by the hands of the greater good!
Fettered with ignorance, a bliss more wanton than the love
Of a willing beauty; higher than the unknown
Depths of stars on a black hole journey; richer than
Humus long unturned by the spade of time – to be
Unmarked and bare - unknowing of what is, truly, is
The forethought of a hindsight never claimed.
Yet, to be known and to know, is the means of
The seeker, the listener, and the master of blood!
To be is within and without, the stars and the earth,
The state of no mind, and the keeper of no time;
The light in the darkest dark – unbound is this
Striving, from a heart meant to endure! But alas,
A torment follows the lit up singular, the gold
Amongst flesh, for all the world wishes to possess
Its worth; to know it intimately – to siphon its essence
From its stock piled earned, and spit each transmuted
Cell into the dust of a desperate house;
To dust beneath the feet, of unwavering laws.
To be is death - a dying into blindness, reborn
Without a stage; unseen by hands that widdle away
Their time on precarious planks, not knowing
A thing about those who see their folly,
Nor the consequence of their unending ignorance.
To be, or not to be: there is no question.
The first line here is from the Grand Master, Shakespeare's Hamlet, act 3, scene 1...To be or
not to be:that is the question....best line ever.
TO BE OR NOT TO BE HAMLET'S QUOTE FROM HAMLET, WRITTEN BY SHAKESPEARE
Hamlet spoke these words at a low ebb of life
How would he do it, perhaps with a knife?
To be or not to be was foremost in his troubled mind
A solution to which he had to find.
His ravaged and innermost thoughts,
Caused a madness, a frenzy, in which he was caught,
For to live or to die meant so little to him,
And the dawn of each day was beginning to dim.
But death was for Hamlet a thought so near,
With Ophelia now gone who he had held so dear,
Suicide was an option, but after death was his fear,
So staying alive, was becoming more clear.
As death was to Hamlet and all, quite unknown,
He thought it better to sit on earth’s throne.
For who had come back to admit or deny,
That you return to life after you die?
But Hamlet’s fate was indeed to die,
Ophelia if alive would shudder and cry,
It was Ophelia’s brother Laertes
Who brought about Hamlet’s demise,
He poisoned the sword and also the wine,
So once and then twice,
Surely from one he would certainly die,
Laertes had always wanted to try!
But as the poisoned wine,
Killed Hamlet’s mother,
Hamlet in turn killed another,
Laertes, Ophelia’s brother,
Claudius although kin, Hamlet disliked,
Nigh was the end of this family’s plight.
Claudius was forced to drink the remains,
Of the poisoned wine,
Then Hamlet died,
And no one cried,
For no kin were left
To feel bereft!
What a drama and sad end,
To a Royal family’s line.
She bled into a river
Where shallow water slept
Pored the essence from her soul
There with the leaves
That autumn wept
As drop by drop she finally broke
The surface there below
Broke through that murky river
Where her life began to flow
A stream of white upon a breast
Of dank and muddy water
Forgetting every moment
All the things that life had
Taught her
Author: Elaine Cecelia George
Written: May 1st, 2017
What is wrong with using "not"?
It is a negative to an eloquent adjective, verb or noun
Simply the opposite state of being; which one should NOT frown
For programmers, "not" is a logical complement
which helps us filter-out things we do NOT want
and is used sparsely and NOT to flaunt.
By simply twisting our thought at 180-degrees,
it's used to portray an abrupt reversal image in our mind.
A quick look at a mirror, and NOT you will find.
Affix a k-, yet "knot" still sounds the same
but it will help keep our things secure.
From our pretzels, shoes and the ribbon-wrapped gifts we procure.
Add an s-, and the children will be amused.
Defiance is in its nature, is it NOT?
That is, to disgust their friends with each others snot.
So, to be or NOT to be
To be or not to be?,
That is my question to you,
When the truth is told to me,
Then I shall decide what to do.
Are you not to be my dream come true?,
Are you to be my nightmare?,
Shall you leave me feeling blue?,
Or will you always be there?
Are you not to be my rose?,
Are you to be my thorn?,
Will you on bended knee propose?,
Or shall you leave me all forlorn?
Are you not to be my life?,
Are you to be my end?,
Me, I shall be your loving wife,
Will you be more than just a friend?
Are you not to be my heaven?,
Are you to be my hell?,
Always home by the hour of eleven,
Or shall I alone at midnight, dwell?
Are you not to be my light?,
Are you to be my dark?,
Shall I hide in the shadowed night?,
Or soar in day as a skylark?
Are you not to be my truth?,
Are you to be my lie?,
Will you stay after my youth?,
Or leave me to wonder why?
Are you not to be my love?,
Are you to be my hate?,
Were you sent from above?,
Or am I just tempting fate?
To be or not to be?,
A question I need an answer to,
When the truth is told to me,
Then I shall decide what to do.
To Be or not to be...a vegetarian
Christmas in Portugal is a dowdy affair, Supermarkets
are open most days and there is no rush, and no expectation,
the hunting for happiness, family union and all that ****.
We had bacalao for lunch today, and the fish was salted and
dried at a mysterious place called Ålesund, where the sea is
calm and deep blue and teeming with cod and the fishermen/
women wear yellow overalls, speak Norwegian but change over
to English in case we should miss something very important.
Tomorrow we are driving to Alentejo to eat pork elbows, yes meat
from the elbow of the pig, first cooked then roasted and served
potatoes and cabbage. I like the cabbage the best as it has been
cooked with the elbow- there might be a more culinary word for
a pig’s elbow- looks it up yourself. I’m pissed off with this poem,
my intention was to write something romantic about food.
Tomorrow I’m going to Alentejo to eat Pernil, which is Portuguese
for pig’s elbow, (why didn’t you say so in the first place) and I will
eat cabbage and reject the bloody meat from the feet of brutally
slaughtered animals.
Nitwit,
To Be
Or Not To Be
By
Tom Wright
What I heard her say was I had wit,
Until she added that other word, nit.
In trying to be funny,
I alienated my honey,
Now to be tied she’s just about fit.
The sands of time will cover all,
Of mankinds birth in natures womb.
From chaos to our final fall.
As ancient lifeforms we did crawl,
From primeval swamp, to volcanic gloom.
The sands of time will cover all.
This age of man now standing tall,
Will rule the earth, then meet his doom.
From chaos to our final fall.
With mans idea of peace so small,
Our warlike race we must assume,
The sands of time will cover all.
Unless somehow we do recall,
Peace keeps us safe, war will consume.
From chaos to our final fall.
So let us stop, and heed the call.
For soon this earth shall be a tomb.
The sands of time will cover all,
From chaos to our final fall.
Would I be a man if I had the chance,
To grow hair in strange places and jump up and dance,
Whenever a touchdown is made for my team,
Or a goal scored in Hockey and jump up and scream,
And scare the bejiggers out of my mate,
Even though she is trying real hard to relate,
And understand my excitement when we make first down,
And show she's enthused and tries not to frown.
Would I want to do chest bumps and yell like a monkey,
And scratch, fart and belch and think it's real funny;
Come home from work and sit down on the couch,
Pick up the remote and go into a slouch;
Or should I be satisfied just as I am,
For from the beginning it was God's plan,
To take sugar and spice and things to entice,
And create a woman so things would be nice;
For He first made the man but he wasn't complete,
So He gave him a woman so the poor guy could eat;
For without us the guys just don't stand a chance.
Unless I'm here to help him mine can't find his pants.
To be or not to be ???
That is the question !!!
What will it be ???
What will our tomorrows look like ???
Will there be any tomorrows ???,
for our children’s, children’s, children .
Are we doomed to repeat ???,
our culpability in the destruction !!!,
of an era upon this little blue planet .
Or will Mother Nature be the architect ???,
of her, and therefore our fate on this plane .
Never for us to endeavor, a chance to remain.
I have traversed the shores of life’s beginnings.
Looked out over the vastness of its journeys,
wondering what, if any, the purpose of it all.
One has to wonder, just what forces will bring
this billion year story to its’s logical conclusion.
This fragile life we live out, with such confusion.
Will it be the forces of Mother Nature’s nature.
Forces she has dispersed across the ages of mankind’s
reign through the millenniums, of his dominance.
Or will it be man and his destructiveness,
as listed on the dark pages of history
and throughout all its, written on stone, books.
Do we worry, live in fear of all of tomorrow’s uncertainties
knowing only to well that tomorrow never really comes
for that millisecond between today and tomorrow
is all there is of tomorrow before it becomes today
and so do we live for today, jump into it with both feet
into each moment that comes our way, savour it,
suck the life out of the essence and soul of it
and hope that there will be more to follow,
or do we resign ourselves to live out our lives
in the hands of the fickle fingers of fate,
and the destinies of karmic intervention,
or by the essences’ of cosmic consciousness.
B. J. “A ” 2
June 18th, 2021