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What’s in a name? That’s what Juliet wants to know when she sadly discovers the last name of her beloved Romeo.
And as a way of coping…of cushioning the pain…
“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” She doth explain.
Like most people I’ve had a variety of names…which I have happily worn…
James is the name my parent gave me on the day that I was born.
But as I grew up James seemed too formal and one day…on a whim…I made the decision from that day forward that everyone would call me Jim.
Then I married and lo and behold…a father I became….
I was Jim to my wife and Daddy to my children…suddenly I had two names.
And when my daughter married and a mother she became…
I was Jim and Dad and PopPop…now I had three names.
My christened name James was biblical…it had dignity and grace…
but Jim and Dad and PopPop are the names that bring a smile to my face.
Three names I am now called that help to make my life complete.
It matters not which one I hear for they all sound as sweet.
Whatever I’m called my hope remains the same…
that you embrace the person I am…the one who stands behind the name.
So when I’m gone…when I’ve finally departed this world..this time..this place…
whatever name you remember me by…will bring a smile to your face.
Perhaps that should be our goal in life…our one ambition…our final aim…
I wonder if that’s what Juliet meant when she asked…What’s in a name?’
Fatima was always dressed up fittingly as any occasion called for
Today one might call her a performance artist but she was
A hippie and child of God always good for some drama though
Was not taken seriously in the reviews in the Paradise Gazette
All she wanted was to be seen as playful serene and sophisticated
First thing it were dates that started the show in the garden
And she had never performed in the nude let alone seduced
She played Hamlet and Noah Mephistopheles and Juliet
Let her hair down to climb down from Babylonian towers
Her repertoire was enormous and to her chagrin so was her bust
‘They always look at my bosom and never hear a word that I say
Fake voyeuristic news and when things go wrong I get the blame’
She was made for the stage in the Big Apple not dated palms’
Tried olives but they were too small and peaches far too symbolic
Bananas were phallic and there was no couch in the garden
‘Fatima at her best again a gorgeous woman with forbidden fruit
But she covers up and her sidekick Mohamed bears the cost
She must reveal more of her natural talent and not hide her loins’
Her mountain quivered in disgust of the lecherous media and
Pressed for fame she developed a different plot with a twist
‘Mohamed let’s be traditional and awaken the punters with apples
We could juggle and whenever we drop one we’ll take off some clothes
The last one with fancy knickers gets to skin the snake as a prize'
High into sensational air they went but could not catch the globes
It was not divine as such but they created the first nudist camp
Once all garments were ripped off the good Lord smiled as they pleased
History must not be falsified and the legend carried on for millennia
Evangelists spread the message and facebook has millions of hits
Finally the audience got a full un-redacted view of naked scripture
Fatima was a transgender man and the serpent had a pearl for an oyster
01st Agust 2019
Two young hearts beat as one,
From clans of a driven wedge.
On the cusp of forbidden lust,
They dance on a razor's edge.
"Wherefore Art Thou," is the cry,
From soft lips of ruby red.
"Oh hearken to my words of love,
Fore our time on Earth has fled."
"As my Father did command,
My hand betrothed to Paris."
"But of his wish I must betray,
For the Fates will surely spare us."
Hand in hand she made this vow,
From one spirit to the other.
"I pledge to Thee thine own soul,
Though promised to another."
To escape what was bartered,
Juliet chose to feign her death.
Romeo then knelt beside her,
And poison took his final breath.
Awakening to his tragic end,
No one else would understand.
"I now say goodnight sweet Prince,
As I take dagger now in hand."
They took away my Love, The day before our Marriage
Shot in the head, stacked with the dead ; in a wooden carriage
Carted off to a dank and forlorn misty, dark Graveyard
Where a flock of “Unkindness’ , stands Forever on Guard
I come to this graveyard, with a loaded gun in my hand
My Love , Forever and Always, beside You, I will stand
As Juliet Loved Romeo; that’s how much I LOVE YOU
To Die for You, my lost Love; to be living Forever with YOU
I know how much you Loved me, for Everything I Am
“ Ka-blam “
As her soul sinks into the murky darkness, of the Graveyard mist
To rise again as the Congress of Unkindness fly from a hollow abyss
Inspired by the Contest “ Among the Dead “
Sponsored by “ Constance~ A Rambling POET ~
Author’s Note : this is not a “ Contest Entrée ”
Romeo and Juliet
Their love prompted their society to fret
And led to their suicidal death
In one of the greatest love stories yet
Lancelot and Guinevere
They had an adulterous love affair
Which demonstrated very clear
Her unfaithfulness to her husband dear
Paris of Troy and Helen
In his love for her he was so smitten
This led to his country's ruin
And also cost the lives of many men
Anthony and Cleopatra
He followed in the footsteps of Caesar
Who was also her son's father
And he made this foreign queen his lover
Samson and Delilah
He was well known as a strong warrior
Until she became his barber
After which he lost his strength and power
David and Bathsheba
Through loving her, he became a sinner
And turned into a murderer
Despite his image as a great ruler
Shah Jahal and Mumtaz Mahal
Among his wives he loved her best of all
Their love he made monumental
And embodied it in the Taj Mahal
Realizing how quick and relentless life can be,
we can make a comparison and ie whisper it with idiocy,
" Our past was a furtive shadow drifting,
painting delusion on these faces and suddenly disappearing...
didn't that rapid wind steal our caresses and leave?
They both chased time and allowed us to weep in misery,
never wiping the pain of tears as an act of sympathy;
we waited for a miracle wasting a lifetime vainly hoping.
Our past was a furtive shadow drifting,
vanishing in the mysterious realm of the unknown...
where desperate cries changed into laughter
and dreams didn't exist without a human
nourishing them with the vivid fantasy
of a wishful Juliet who leaned over a balcony of impossibility!
Are there hopeless dreamers trading aspirations for gains,
happiness for sorrow, honesty for lies, and tranquility for restlessness?
What will they hope to find other than the vast void in their hereafter?
Whoever has built any dream and left it in a sandcastle
will find nothing there, not even a trace of their footsteps;
why did we keep on making mistakes losing our sanity?
There are some who defy fate and get rewarded with victory,
people like us want instant gratification and lose it all in moments:
had we persisted and showed patience: we would have won the battle!
Too young, they said
We get very upset and loudly condemn men who have
sex with women at seventeen or younger.
Our vehemence against men who sleep with under-aged girls, in our Western society is, quite frankly, not honest
Our ostracism is also fake, it is designed to show that men
side with women in this immoral matter.
Many men have also unwittingly slept with mere “girls”
especially in the bar and nightclub milieu, where women tend to, when tarted up, look older than their years.
In some cultures many young women get married at fifteen, (Romeo&Juliet were 15 and 14)
I think in these cases, say like Edward, the prince, we must forgive and not condemn men to forever be
excluded from polite society and not succumbing to the hatred that lacks charity towards the trespassers.
The emotions of Romeo & Juliet,
always bold from the start;
Blessed to feel so deeply,
no matter the distress;
Make no mistake the heart does suffer;
Simply breathing is barely living,
to think some are okay with that;
Barely touched and I moan,
tortured but at least I burn;
Make no mistake writers do suffer;
Being a magnet pulled to a soul
understanding why you give in
but can never give up;
This is more than a word conjured up;
Make no mistake the word ‘Love’,
could never describe it enough;
The swing for the fences nature
of Romeo and Juliet,
feeling too much to think of anything else;
Always a fire within their gut;
Make no mistake
star-crossed mirrors the passion of a poet;
Make no mistake there is nothing sweeter.
Frank is my favourite word ~ the name of my darling, he went far too soon
Really missing his charm and his wit, the kindest man, living life to the full
Always there to help family and friends his generosity knew no bounds
Negative thoughts never entered his head ~ smiling he lived his life instead
Kisses and cuddles I truly miss and I dream of the day I will taste his sweet kiss
Written 18th August 2019
Contest: Favorite Word
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
N/A
Contest Name:What's In A Name
Sponsor:Juliet Ligon
1st Place
Contest Brian's Choice E
Sponsor Brian Strand
N/A
O, my dearest, my dearest Juliet,
One day your beloved will come for thee,
Sweetheart, please do not cry and do not fret,
Dearest one, he loves you, do you not see,
My sweetest daughter, I heard your heart's plea,
For a gentleman to come take your hand,
Your every wish was always my command.
You stood there weeping on the balcony,
Your golden hair reflects in heaven's rays,
Your blue eyes gaze upon the rolling sea,
My sweetest, it will be your grandest day,
When he does come to carry you away,
Your mother still loves you, do not forget,
O, my dearest, my dearest, Juliet.
Written by: Kelly Deschler February, 8th, 2014
motifs: fiction & romantic
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Written for Isaiah Zerbst's contest - "Juliet"
Inspired by the painting, "Juliet" by Thomas Francis Dicksee
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This was also inspired by my mother.
Because, she is always concerned about my happiness.
Thanks for caring, Mom. Love always, Your "Juliet"