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They call me the poetic master
a genius storyteller
writing poetry
channels the inner Frankenstein in me
with a simple press of a key
in each rhyme and stanza:
I can craft a lucid love story
into a dynamic Romeo and Juliet tale!
I can craft a smooth nature poem
into an oil painting of figurative language!
I can craft a facile poem of Bahamian nationalism
into a rejuvenated national anthem!
I can craft a plain tribute to persons I admire
like producing life like clones from rented samples of their DNA !
I can even craft a vague comedic poem
into a skit on Saturday Night Live !
If loving you is wrong, then I will never be right
I'll keep on making this mistake if falling in love with you is a mistake
Make a fool of myself for you oh dear one
I am going crazy,to me it is the right thing
Everyday I wake up with you in my mind
Girl you are one of a kind,a treasure I have found
Deep down in my heart I feel you,roaming around warming my blood
Making my heart a racing machine,the pumping; anomaly
Romeo and Juliet died for love but I live dying for your love
My dove
My heart is wide open come walk in
Let me lock you inside never to let the sun scorch you
Look at me with those eyes,make me stay in this dream
Whisper in my ears,don't scream
Wet my lips they are dry
Give this my love a try
Baptized April 26,1564
Deceased April 23,1616
In Stratford-upon-Avon,
Warwickshire, England.
At only 52 years of age!
Plays and poems for all
ages.
Sonnets of great beauty.
Plays,unafraid to ask the
deepest questions of life.
Today, sold down the river
for Japanese poetry?
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I forgot to honor him this month.
I loved his ability to be fearless.
Now? We are no longer fearless in our poetry.
We sell out to the lowest common denominator.
We are jokesters Maximus. We pen with fear.
Oh, Lord, that we might tell the truth?
We romp as seven year olds thinking life is about
flowers and imagery?
We sell out our integrity here to be popular.
But we refuse to pen about this time or politics.
((Unless to attack our leaders.))
We can't quill in iambic pentameter.In that form
any poet will find true beauty.
Words on paper are not poetry to me. In that case
a shopping list is poetry?
I do not for a second,fool myself that my poetry is
the well-written poetry I aspire to. Save it? Why?
I know it is not up to par. I am but a child at this.
Hardly, near the brilliance of Shakespeare.
You may or may not favor the Bard. I suggest you
compare any poem you wrote to his.
One liners are one liners, Not poetry to me
Anyway, I got to be in his play, Julius Caesar.
I cry when I see Romeo and Juliet, each time!
Happy Birthday!
Thank you for the artistry you gave us. And the
strength to question, the meaning of life and love,
without fear from our peers!
Panagiota Romios
4/30/2021
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"Poetry is a way of
taking life by the throat."
--Robert-Frost
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Heart broken torn apart like scrambl’d eggs;
As the weak link snapp’d momentum slow’d—stopp’d
Love wherest art thou? Torment’d now begs,
This cup of scourge, drink or not—spill’d—now mopp’d.
Et tu Brute? Whisper’d from Caesar’s lips;
Yet Romeo and Juliet once lov’d,
Like Macbeth’s witches brew—don’t drink nor sip:
Fate or faith shatter’d, vulture pick’d bones—cross’d.
Heart pleadeth upward—greater is thy love,
Open Heaven’s gate with thy purest light;
Hearest thou not the meek? Awaiting thy dove!
Remove these shadows of darkness and strife:
Greater art thou in Heaven than on Earth,
Creator of creation giveth now birth!
© Joseph, 9/4/08
© All Rights Reserved
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Honorable Mentioned Finalist Certificate
Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest
Jan 2009.
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Poetry Soup Weekly Featured Poem
Sunday, May 24, 2009, to May 31, 2009
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
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There's no mobile internet all day; Ukraine is flying drones
My mother, a sure reincarnation of Caterina Sforza
Who else would be so impeccably dressed in
A crimson jacket and a chic silk blouse when's it's anomalously hot in May?
We saw Romeo and Juliet, a Gérard Presgurvic musical. The verdict?
''Too raunchy, too loud, too much dancing.''
Me, Countess of black cats and Lady of possums —
I feel like a prehistoric curio pet in a cloud of Shalimar
And the music swims back to me
By God, it all just grabs me most violently
And I know I want to dress real nice, I'll be a funny Anne Boleyn
And I know those dead rascal Persian children will forever play with undead children
Amongst endless Indiana cornfields
And I know I am Sarah and you're Mohammed
And I know Russia and America won't always be circling each other
And I know I am from Izmir and you're from Cyprus
And I know everyone young and beautiful will just be dancing with
Their silly yellow stars on
They'll just dance, dance, dance until this strange sin is no more
They'll just dance, dance, dance light into being
And I know I'll go see that play about a Russian winemaker and a Polish musician
And I know I'll light a candle to St Jadwiga to bring my South African lover back
And I know we'll go to Uruguay and do 101 sun salutations
And I know we are Dodi and Camilla and we'll be sipping
Chilled white wine and gingerly nibbling on little vegan cakes
In pretty Bergen-Belsen
And I know we're going to become marvelously angelic somehow, some day
And I know it'll be all Belgian candies, sexytimes and Omar Khayyam poems
And I know all sensitive and non-violent males
Will be awfully useful during a crisis
And I know all hyphenated persons won't be different people in different languages
On my way home I see a stern fisherman by the Fontanka —
My blackfella heart instantly senses something, a falling black cockatoo feather perhaps
I watch a dying fish flail around fornlornly as if it was a sacrifice to some dark Reptilian god
Under the sliver of a young waxing moon
The fisherman knows the Moon Man is bad
As high priest to the Moon Man, the fisherman guards every piglet tragedy
And I know I love my hyphenated blackfella alien heart
And I know I am quite enough
And I know I am quite enough
Reminders of Venice, mnemonic of undying love of Romeo and Juliet,
Were masks a barrier for two lovers, when encountered each other?
Elaborate masks concealed the identities,
Without hindrance, love bloomed no matter.
Masks are mysterious, masks are enigmatic, masks were fashion.
Imagine extravagant costume balls in the time of Shakespeare,
envision the exciting Venice carnivals! if masks didn't exist,
would the fascinating drama touch people’s hearts for hundreds of years?
Honestly, masks are not my most favourite item!
But enigmatic masks can be turned into delightful accessories!
With a little bit of imagination, and a little bit of fun,
Masks save lives, still emanate a romantic charm!
Kathakali dancers! Masks are inseparable pieces of Epic story plays,
The expressions come alive through intricately designed masks,
Blend of music, epic, story and art -
All coming together! In a captivating platter!
Venice, or Kerala, masks are complex, masks are enchanting!
Make it vibrantly colourful, create one undeniably your own, model it fervently artistic!
July 24, 2020
Shakespeare's quill gave Romeo and Juliet a tragic ending
but that's a sad love story I think needs a bit of mending.
Yes, he's the Bard, but quite frankly it broke my heart
to learn they both died needlessly. I hated that part.
In my rewritten dialogue between them, I'd find a way
to change their ill-fated future and have Juliet say,
"Romeo, it's only for you that my heart will ere yearn.
I will simply fake my death and when our families learn
that we've left Verona, we will be married... man and wife
and be together as we have planned, happy with life."
The messenger she sent to give Romeo the good news,
I'd replace with a more diligent one that I would choose.
I'd have made the couple more intelligent and shrewd,
perhaps put an end to the Montague and Capulet feud.
The tale of star-crossed lovers would end on a happy note,
without Juliet seeming to have died. No need for an antidote.
When Juliet says, "Romeo. Romeo. Wherefore art thou?"
He would come to her on the balcony, and he would vow...
"Juliet, I swear, never did my heart love until now.
For I never saw true beauty til this night,
and if perchance our families had forbidden us to wed,
from Verona we would've left. From Italy we would've fled.
With apologies to Shakespeare, my edit I would offer,
not a penny nor one Euro would I take for my coffer.
Indulge me for just a moment for I'm a romantic at heart,
and dared alter the ending by not keeping the couple apart.
Have I?
Captured you?
Rapture’d you?
I stare at you
The moon at my back
Wine dripping as blood
Life dripping from your soul
My red hair shines and glows
My Naughty thoughts so sublime
I will devour you
I will make you
Make you be who you are
Make you howl like a wolf in the night
Pleasures as you have never known
Caressing upon your chest
My love, we have no time at all to rest
In peace, just yet
Do you see me, full of your essence?
I smile at our fate of the evening time
I know in the end
All the pleasure I bring to you
You oh great love will return ten fold
I will moan like a satisfied feline
We have accomplished what our tribes said was not
Allowed or possible
Hold me dear
Hold me forever
As we plunge
Together in the depths of love
And leave this world
Forever
Notes: This poem was all over the map, and finally I molded it after the famous Romeo and Juliet.
Summer’s Sparkling Journey
Swinging, sideways we two, in a striped hammock.
Green, grand,leaves that grinned, engraving our love on
summer’s clock.
Hearts, your hands, holding our summer’s warm heaven.
Wishing, wanting, now, to be, excited and thirteen again.
Graceful,gravel beneath our soft feet at eve.
Mr. Moon's magical, romantic secret, mystery,
That desirous, tan glow on your face, ever melodically sweet.
Delicious, delightful, lips that ever so full, did softly meet.
Secretly, did, we, like Romeo and Juliet, did in barefoot feet,
Meet so soft.
Sparking stars, observed us, under moon glass, kiss under stars,
aloft!
7/15/2024
"What's in a name? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
William Shakespeare (Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, Scene 2)
Shakespeare said a rose is still a rose by any other name.
I think what he was saying was, it's pretty much the same;
but wouldn't it be confusing to describe your flower bed,
if you called your beautiful roses something else instead?
If you were planting roses, in late Fall or early Spring,
and you chose to call them Frankie Boy, or if you called them Bing,
or if you called them Jackson, Jiminy or Joan of Arc,
then they would still be roses, our Shakespeare would remark.