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Many things are ludicrous
I wrote volumes centuries ago
what do auld eyes grasp now?
the bard laments in his barrow.
I, Shakespeare, wake up in assuage world
behold this chivalry
behold the modesty that does not befit
a mistress or a humble gentleman
stylish and eccentrically dressed.
In a moment of inspiration.
on the road from London to Paris
Shakespeare could write.
this blessed land, this kingdom, this England
could have been written in solemn tones.
close to me on the plane seat.
After a few drinks.
I lent him my headphones.
I'm going to continue with this.
I may not be able to write.
He likes my watch
with a cover by Holzken
when I'm not looking out the window
I was flying through the sky in my verse
I've never been in a world like this.
In the Elizabethan era
Men held higher positions than female
women were forbidden to work
they had to bear children and household
cleaning, cooking, and caring for children.
When Juliet asked Romeo, "What's up?"
the young boy goes, "Cow, what is your quest?"
Bard, never alter your lines.
Thank you, rapt women, of all ages, for your lyrics.
Waking up from a long sleep
Remembering the past
visited the royal scene, suburbs, and theaters
walked through Warwickshire and Stratford.
A device called "TV"
a catalyst for family gatherings
It also spreads poison
he realized within himself
not to waste the few hours he had left.
You immortalize yourself through poetry
In a lonesome crypt after death
Your poems should resonate with many
Let it echo forever.
You asked Hamlet's question.
"Be or not?"
Written: January 13, 2023
Shakespeare In 2023 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
We once were two symbiotic peas in a pod
I looked forward to growing old together
I pushed you forward and you returned the favor
20 years we went through all seasons of weather
Then I noticed some cracks in our foundation
I never stopped trying to grow but you seemed stuck
I offered my hand to you hoping you’d catch up
But you swiped it away like a hockey puck
Others noticed you change but I remained hopeful
Unfortunately, people change and I can’t undo it
I removed myself from our shared business
I wanted to see if friendship was still befit
But again you swiped my hand away so I must depart
It hurts my heart but I’ve been preparing for this scenario
I’m going to take the silent but high road in this defeat
Perhaps someday we’ll once again be luigi and super mario
Perhaps not as I can still appreciate this closed chapter
When boredom knocks upon your door,
Life can become a dreadful bore,
Don’t fret, don’t cry, don’t belie your eyes,
For creative magic within this boredom lies.
Your mind, stuck in idle neutral gear,
Begins to wander, from here to far and near.
It dreams up worlds of pure wild delight,
Where dreams make hay, and pigs take flight.
You start to hum silly humdrum tunes,
Launch and pop, soap bubble balloons.
You doodle dragons, fierce and grand,
Build huge grandiose castles out of sand.
For when the mind has naught to do,
It finds crafty ways to something new.
It spirals, twirls, in happenstance.
Kicks up its heels in random dance.
You write a play, perform a skit,
For no one but your cat befit.
So three cheers to boredom, long may it last,
For it breaks the drudge of treadmill fast.
Our Star The Sun
We hither, simultaneously exposed, upon this earth go merrily around it,
As a star amidst the number's relinquished half of the energetic lifetime,
Life well-spent, we're part of its reciprocal beneficiaries earning a profit,
Business, as usual, might be its script, nonetheless, survival be sublime,
Truth is betold in chaptered verses, its inception in trailing breaths emit,
Our symbiotic relevance, correctly, born to an unknown future only time,
Pans out that a tale be realized, and venture should a future time permit,
Transport said souls, whatever we and others have enjoined a paradigm,
Prognosis ne'er descends well, forever is a measured interim, ne'er befit,
A permanent residence, as is, for a phasing bold chapter, be anew climb,
The essence of us presently possess both flee and flight, have a go at it,
Perchance by way of evidence be naught in the stars played pantomime,
Guesstimates permeate our baffled faculties, observationally its cockpit,
Muted by our scaled pretenses that limit our conjecturing via fault crime,
Sorts regulated support of vast liken stars, gathered data do at its tidbit,
Its wayward subtle glide per universe, few of us begs a ride of its prime,
Indistinct, effortlessly wanderings about, tagging star via hooked outfit.
2020 March 14
The Middle Time is now upon me,
The tune to which I dance grows somewhat thin;
A ghost remembrance of that cacophonous din
To which my steps were measured in my youth.
I know there lies now less before
Than all those days that lay within
The sepulcher of careless memory passed,
I apprehend the sometime bitter truth
That evil days approach my door
When much of what I've come to love will bid its leave
As I be forced to gaze aghast
At sights my eyes would fain not see,
When I to faithful hope must cleave.
Yet, what better time than this, the high point of the feast?
That Jester, Youth, has left the table
Leaving us the better able
To speak of things which more befit the greyed brow,
Matters weighty and sublime
Which better suit our natures now, though perhaps in tone more sable
Than such issues as delight the Fool,
Content the simpleminded sow -
Let us worthily pass the time
To Banquet's End, in company merry and refined,
Reviewing all we gained in Life's long school -
Establish what we value most and least,
Then say we fed our souls while yet we dined.
O grieve not that thy step be not so quick nor light
As t'was it's wont to be in bygone days,
Nor pine for carefree, childish ways -
They had their time, and sweet they were,
But now thou hast a surer, measured step
Nobler thoughts - the ones which stay,
Youth for all its joyful folly
Is not a state forever to prefer
To mind and manner better kept
From fancies and seductions strange;
Who but a Fool would be forever jolly
To deny his Midlife's further sight,
It's deeper view, it's wider range?
Form:
Let us live life lonely but not alone
Even if you choose to, no one does it
You either live on God or Satan's loan
God is simple and merciful on throne
The worth of his goodness do not blind
Let us live life lonely but not alone
He gave us His only begotten own
That world may be at peace and do befit
You either live on God or Satan's loan
For all has been to each life and death shown
To no excuse thereafter will God quit
Let us live life lonely but not alone
No one would be bail out from fact long known
The breath marks beginning sins we commit
You either live on God or Satan's loan
I buried your mind alive in this zone
To be fun filled for free fortunate fit
Let us live life lonely but not alone
You either live on God or Satan's loan
Somewhere on this pretty planet,
There is a heart made of granite,
Indignation its pulse would take,
The soul’s machine fear'd trust too fake.
On righteous wings glory’s noose,
Hangs the head of war’s best muse,
Her eyes befit the worst of times,
The look, the stare defies all rhymes.
Reaching into forgotten tales,
History chose armored males,
Dusty tomes on hidden shelves,
Books in tongues for tiny elves.
Here’s to He who broke the bread,
A promise too many came instead,
Land so fertile flowers swooned,
Food to heal the people’s wound.
Abundance wreaks what dreams deny,
Riches breach thy neighbors cry,
Winds begin like soft whispers pass,
Fear the tempest that might amass.
No one heard the approaching storm,
The blind saw not the eyeless worm,
Man’s great cities it came to breed,
A pathos so hungry it began to feed.
The poor of mind hailed this time,
Its witless soldiers stuck in crime,
But this was no Christian phase,
Powerful waves, everyone pays.
Morning took hold, the sky was dark,
The bow was bent and knew its mark,
A book of facts, a thousand lies,
Verse so deep frozen beauty cries.
With thunder’s yoke rains wash took hold,
On tides ebbed out went all once old,
Upon spring flowers hope took turn,
Lime and ashes make death’s love yearn.
Once the deluge heavy airs broke,
Weeds and vermin went with a stroke,
Poison and bile, cancers two friends,
Fell to the grounds hungry amends.
Trees laughed loud and grew their hair,
Opulent green color’d the air,
The crowds were gone, the coast was clear,
Butterfly songs for all to hear.
Know you man’s hopeless devices,
Always waiting for a crisis,
To stick a sword in another’s heart,
Man’s most pathetic lost dead art.
Wolves and tigers follow no rules,
Never betting on prudish tools,
Blaming not the world as given,
Their jaws obey love’s laws arisen.
Eons ago a vow was made,
Years before words lost to trade,
The path before you poets know,
Only your heart can make life glow.
Pointed fingers hide three blind mice,
Beware of crowds and mob’s advice,
J’accuse writ large holds guilt away,
Thumbs up to She who holds her sway.
In a stone-carved cell where shadows creep,
A Beadsman wakes while the world is deep.
No common Hermit in a lonely cave,
He prays for the soul of the fallen and brave.
His heavy cogitation drifts like smoke
Beneath the weight of a tattered cloak.
Within his walls, the space is cold and spare,
A narrow squint his only window’s glare.
A rough-hewn table and a pallet bed,
With a shallow pit where he will lay his head.
Through the alms-hatch, simple bread is passed,
In this stone-locked tomb where his lot is cast.
He feels the grey acedia of the soul,
A stagnant tide he cannot control.
Each prayer he whispers seems a hollow ambsace,
A luckless hand in a silent place.
Yet as the morning starts to broach the night,
The gargoyle grins in the creeping light.
To feign a hope is a weary task,
When truth is hidden behind a mask.
But dreams of Avalon, that emerald shore,
Whisper of peace and the end of war.
It would beseem a spirit such as his
To find the enchantment in a world like this.
He calls to his compeer, the rising sun,
The long night’s labor finally done.
For though the stone is cold and the air is thin,
The light of the spirit is where the days begin.
The candle flickers, a dying spark,
As he prepares to leave the dark.
No more the nullity of a life in debt,
No more the shadows where the sun has set.
His reflection ends, the beads grow still,
He yields his spirit to a higher will.
Above his head, the Eye of Providence keeps its watch,
While fingers fumble at the final notch.
It would befit a soul so worn and grey
To find at last the breaking of the day.
No longer bound by church or heavy stone,
He claims a peace he’s never truly known.
His consort calls from far across the mist,
A land of gold the setting sun has kissed.
Enchantment wakes, the old myths call his name,
And Avalon begins to fan the flame.
The Beadsman leaves his cell and shallow pit,
To find the light the heavens have unlit.
Note: A touch of the 13th century.
*Reserata Carcerem XLVI*
Salient Sufi quondam was hexed;
haggard hags hoisted hurls 'n' were vexed,
apt alakazam gin behoved -
ere, he'd betrothed marred mercies thrown.
Pestered paddock anon hurled hymns,
pored panther knocked 'p gaunt 'n' gullible thrill,
apared asp pruned pulpy foils time tossed,
taunted trio 'n clumsy cauldron washed.
Sent they then wanky winds t' bear thence
ere sassy Sufi wh' loathed rec'mpense.
T' transient agora bore they him;
a felon furrow 'n an isle's lips.
Jolting judgement torn trio ñ him leased;
an attendant t' paddock 'n' asp's spree.
'20:07:15:12:03
Note:
a) of jolting judgement.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Sufi - A mystic Muslim
ii) Hexed - to cast spell
iii) quondam - long ago
iv) hags - witches
v) gin (obsolete) - a trick
vi) behove - befit
vii) paddock - toad, frog
viii) Anon - immediately
ix) Apar - armadillo
x) asp - snake
xi) thence - from there
xii) ere - before
xiii) Agora - a place of gathering.
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) 'n' - and
ii) he'd - he had
iii) 'p - up
iv) 'n - in
v) t' - to
vi) wh' - who
vii) ñ - on
warm cinnamon angelic wings, I Landed
spicy sharp sounds leap white midnight sight
turmeric dust sprinkle songs peeling broken heart
coriander with red chilli crackling citrus smart
moody tempers evaporate thundering rage
stability sprung __ Reptilians slid pass mumbling
chameleons raising, grounding, cobalt circling
lemon juice pungent pour, I frequency Rooted
feathery futile arguments chomping mooted
grounded coconut angled angels gobble gummy hypnotic higher, lightning struck crack plum rack
shouting storms persecuted no more the core
stability sprung ___Reptilians slid away silky suck
creamy masala potatoes fried, touching embers
astralic garlic warded off denials, I Taught taut
raw caw cucumber cooled cities sunk no more
ground coconut oiling angels ate in apple sauce
told all we quest to fathom, tongues twisting
cinnamon are the wings flapping wrapping
voices direct us ___Reptilians slid into side hole crocodile raising, grounding, sherry grapes juicing
rose petals are portents, I died to ground Birth
anise in mortar crackle, befit expressions revere lemon juice drizzle no pain mincing garlic severe
brown chestnuts for pick in nick, tricky sticky
removing skins, voices direct us in rattling rain
cook in water then puree __Reptilians slid defeated
turtles tapping, gliding, rum brewing browning
butter beans melt, I cooked adding chestnut cherries with honey hope, voices direct us, be
masala potatoes fried burnt black, boisterous we sang, peppery taste no haste, touching embers
liquid thickens trusting cornflour ___Reptilians sliding salient, tongues twisting, eggs hatching
immerse vegetables in sauce reduce sorrow
miracles are expressions of Adoration, know
Mira ***
cles ****+****______sliding salient
are >>
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Ions ~~~~~~~ of ___spice rice
I taught taut {}{}{~} ADORATION {}{}{~}
Reptilians slid underground
no order to miracles ***i died 2 ground BIRTH
they are natural occurrences