sea nymph falling prey
to harsh world realities
~ love overrated
Inspired by Ondine which is a play written in 1938 by French dramatist Jean Giraudoux, based on the 1811 novella Undine by the German Romantic Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The world's greatest dramatist,
The world's greatest sonnet writer of all time,
The man with supreme knowledge,
The man with a genius brain,
Many writers may come and go,
Yet none can exceed the pinnacle of his genius.
Writing plays dealing with the themes of human life,
He was the one who was close to people's hearts,
Few called him mad, but he never cared,
We may forget the history,
But we can never forget our beloved Shakespeare.
- Medu
A poet paints a leaf greener than it is,
a dramatist makes the story more tragic,
human nature crave for what unreal gave,
ignores reality that may hold more bliss,
those large white marble sculptures of long lost kings,
are carved to perfection to look Adonis,
because a lie often earns more wealth than truth,
there is money behind every Judas kiss,
pretending gurus con people through magic,
for what unreal gave, human nature crave,
stay with the real, give false pretences a miss.
Beneath the inscrutable sky, blinded by divided eternities,
We are islands of yearning, adrift in fate,
Each bearing a mysterious longing, a desert within the chest,
And with every heartbeat, my sorrow robustly grows.
Fate, the ancient dramatist who in astral maps has decreed
That we be star-crossed lovers, struck by the curse of the falling star.
Painfully sweet is our allotment, a share of shadow and nectar,
Tasting fleetingly, in profound flight, from the sweetness of ephemeral intimacy.
This is the light we endeavor to clasp tightly,
Like Odysseus, shipwrecked in an epic of froth,
Clinging to the beam that thrashes amongst the violent and caustic waves.
You remained locked in a loveless alliance, you've watched too long.
Belatedly, we discovered each other, drawn by a sublime magnet,
Which seemed, in its ephemeral moment, too intense to be contained.
And thus, nature staged its wild banquet,
A cruel show, unintelligible to hearts, stealing away our happiness.
We all have our lives to do
remind ourselves a purpose given
show no selfish mind of thought
fully directed and purpose driven
It's so easy to forget others
selfishness runs through our veins
for self rises far too often
causing so many inward pains
True humanity, can it be found?
since creation man's constant fail
prone to think only of oneself
whether that be male or female
Instructions come to find you
given you the opportunity to know
so that your words will penetrate
to whoever, whether friend or foe
A reward is on the way
which for you is tomorrow
someone gave you their today
bringing it all on with no sorrow
("When you go home, tell them of us and say.
for your tomorrow we gave our today"
- John Maxwell Edmunds
(21 January 1875 – 18 March 1958) was an English classicist, poet, and dramatist and the author of several celebrated martial epitaphs.)
A subtle man of such flair-
Comes and goes as in thin air!
Always trimmed neat his hair.
Never certain what he'll wear.
He's been seen in many rooms;
Master of bold costumes!
Where he goes, fashion blooms;
As butterflies emerge from little tombs!
He, a master of disguise,
Suddenly cool and worldly wise,
Evokes from ladies admiring sighs;
His stature seems to touch the skies.
He, a marvel and a mystery,
Like mermaid legends of the sea;
Such a fine dramatist is he,
He can be anyone he wants to be.
He, the man of subtle grace;
Charmed are those who've seen his face.
Expends allure that time can't erase,
Then like smoke, gone without a trace!
Blank pages stare back at me
waiting for my mind to pour
its' heart out.
I grab my pen, throw on my
headphones wait, wait for my
mind to give my heart words
that need to be written.
I make my mark, withdraw my hand, I stare.
This is all you see _____
Months have passed since words have
been written, my mind is hesitant
to reveal what my heart tries to
conceal.
Music plays in my ears in hopes
of encouraging my mind to find
its hidden words.
I stop, quote Jonson in my head
an English dramatist & poet...
"Suns, that set, may rise again
But if once we lose this light,
'Tis with us perpetual night. (Volpone)
Yet my mind still remains empty.
Perspiration runs down my face,
my temperature rises, frustration
runs through my veins.
I try yet again
I quote Apollinaire in my head
a French poet...
"Les souvenirs sont cors de chasse
Dont meunt le bruit parmi le vent"
My anger grows
My mind weary
My eyes tire.
As night falls, & its all over
my pages still remain empty
Papa said my beauty would make life better
For marry I must this summer
Or we shall continue to suffer.
Bride Price shall make my family richer.
But I am in a dilemma.
Sam is sweet but Jude is Richer
Papa would welcome either,
For Marry I must this summer
Faithful Jude adores me better.
Sam’s ego burns like fire
And this makes me bitter.
Sweet Jude stalks me like a beggar,
Wicked Sam is not much of a love giver,
And Marry I must this summer.
Alas! I know not why I love Sam better.
Maybe Sweet Jude is too much of a Lover,
Maybe Sam appears to be the worthier,
For he frets not about my beautiful aura
And is sanctified with the Ego of a deserving lover,
Sam I must marry this summer.
QUOTATION
When love is in excess it brings a man no honor nor worthiness.
Euripides, Medea, 431 B.C.
Greek tragic dramatist (484 BC - 406 BC)
William Shakespeare
Dramatist world
renowned without
fear.
Love and hate are
great strengths of
his
Read by all without a
drop of hiss!
Poems and plays he
wrote
All from his brain
small by rote
Novel nor prose has
he not
Which tainted his
works by nought!
liar-dramatist
love to bath under rainfall
uneven breathing
Whimsical & topsy-turvy
A partnership of mirth & hilarity
William,dramatist with much to say
Arthur,leading composer of his day-
With light opera,they made their pay.
Tribute to Gilbert&Sullivan
A cat is a singer
Always on key.
A cat is a tourist,
With the world to see.
A cat is a guard;
A protector of the night.
Sometimes, a teddy bear,
To make the dark alright.
A cat is a sailor!
(Though her ship never nears the sea!)
A cat is a conversationalist
The ideal companion for tea.
A cat is a doctor,
For every sickness, an aid.
Often an illusionist
Into thin air she will fade.
A cat is royalty
Her every need must be met!
A cat is a protector
(Of her rules that must be kept!)
A cat is a critic.
The food is never right!
A cat is a boxer;
She can put up a fight!
A cat is a lover, a tyrant, a clown.
You don’t need to vote her president,
She’s always leader of her town!
A cat is a pain.
A pain in the you-know-where!
“After all I’ve done for her!” You think.
“After all that love and care?”
But a cat is also God’s gift:
A miracle from above!
So when the sky falls on you
She will be there to share her love!
A cat is an actress;
She always steals the show!
A cat is a know-it-all,
She’s learnt everything there is to know!
A cat is a dramatist.
The star of every act.
But a cat is,
Of all things,
Just that.
A cat.