“Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.”
Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Waiting for the dentist’s assessment of my implant screw.
I watch Dogwood buds on dry branches rattle on the window pane.
Why did Shakespeare’s quote pop into my head right then?
while wondering if the bone graft grew,
‘every fair from fair sometime declines.’
Low cloud.
Imagining sunshine gives me a headache.
Woke up too early,
now I am late, Fooled around with words
for far too long.
The sky -
it's lower than my head.
Walking on four letter words,
feet too heavy for mud-lurking.
Ever sing the blues
when there is no blue around,
get my drift?
O those 'darling buds of May',
will they ever blossom?
So many questions,
and yet no breakfast.
"Mockingbird"
What sayst thou?
Now, here you sit and I speak to you
through strange keys revolutionary,
poetry what is thy purpose for? A mirror wall?
Where visions unseen speak and reply contritely
black and white pedestrians robed in all their colours
walking now through their other realms?
“sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
and often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
and every fair from fair sometimes declines,
by chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;”
nightingales and mockingbirds all feathery poets in night-flight quilled
Nightingale, Nightingale thy eternal summer shall not fade, nor fail,
shining loudly, blessed revelry held in the loving hearts of pages whispering,
“Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May” …
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Once and twice and more
would I chance love until death?
When thou art more than me
so wise as wild roots across fields
watching approaching winter shaking
the darling buds of May?
-- i am empty
but hearing the chorus of angels
as summer's lease hath short a day.
Man and Woman. Two unto one.
love and hate and fear by life
we know when eternal lines to space
and time grows.
To those who see -- they can breath
and as long as Souls of Love see,
this gives life to thee!
:: 04.07.2023 ::
playing in petals
rest under the tree's branches -
deal with my problems
darling buds of May
they make my thoughts so fuzzy -
praying for sunshine
in shining armor
the silhouette in dew drops -
bathe in the moonlight
11/05/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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The golden daffodils are fading fast,
But beautiful the bank of bluebells bloom.
This stand of beech trees has a lime-green cast
As sulphur yellow, flowers the spiky broom.
There is a madness to the month of May
Young boys sing madrigals from Magdalen tower
Fa-la la-la la, fa-la la-la lay
As birds sing lustily hour on hour.
Around the maypole children gaily trip,
As bumble bees buzz loudly in the flower,
And grown men dance with handkerchiefs and sticks :
A sudden breeze; black clouds portend a shower –
"Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May"
But soon enough, the sun will warm the day.
Shall I compare thee to a bum’s day?
Thou fart more lovely and more belle.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And the bum's lease hath all too strong a smell.
Sometime too stinky the smell of taco bell,
And often is his bean burrito dinner mass;
And every bum from bumland sometimes smells,
But chance, or nature's changing course causes gas.
But thy eternal smell shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that foul thou ow'st;
Nor shall you brag thou grade,
When in eternal scent, thou gross,
So long as men can breathe or have heart,
So long lives this, and this gives life to fart.
Inspired by shall I compare thee to a summers day (Sonnet 18)
Shall I meet thee on a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely than my usual mate.
Rough winds do shake your darling buds of May,
But summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of Helen shines,
And often the shade of my deception dims;
But Helen’s keenly watching sight declines,
By chance, or God’s allowance of my whims.
But thy infernal summer shall soon fade
And lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
And death shall brag thou serv'est as his maid,
Thine face shall host eternal lines that grow’st
So long as man can breathe or eyes can see,
So shall fair maidens congregate to me.
Today it feels like a summer's day
But only i konow this climate will be teperate.
It will soon fade away like the darling buds of May
And all of this wil end on a specific date.
The last day when the sun las shines
When you realize the reason is you
To why it seems as if the earth declines.
Around you the day and night will soon become blue.
Soon the life around this paradise will fade
And only you will be left behind.
On a place filled with plenty of shade
Not even the lord will give you a hand.
Because he wold want you to open your eyes and see
That you haven't given life to thee.
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