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I'm proud to be born in April
feeling thrill
to share my birth date twenty third April
with Majestic persona William Shakespeare.
Also, Bengali Film Director Satyajit Ray
winning International fame in Film Industry
holds same birth date as mine.
Bengali New Year starts in April.
In childhood days,
Dad always bought me two new dresses in April
to wear one on Bengali New Year Day
and next on my Birth Day.
April is an Auspicious Month in my life.
Month April initiates
most exciting wonderful storm named
" Kal Baisakhi" after the name of
first month 'Baisakh'
of Bengali New Year.
The charming storm is enjoyable to
watch Nature's glamour with
joyful dance of leaves and branches
chased by strong storm along with
first cluster of grey and black clouds
assembled with loud thunderbolt.
First shower of Summer is poured
some times with hails.
It is a fun for children to run in rains
collecting little pieces of hail stones.
Still feeling nostalgic remembering childhood days.
Where do they go, these ghostly figures
From our famous Poetry Soup site
They're loyal fans for a month or so
Then poof... this apparition takes flight
Like gentle zephyrs, they float in and out
We really don't get to know them
Consensus is, they may not exist
Just an illusion from somebody's pen
Glory be, who are these strange creatures
I'm sure they'll cause us no harm
Just some figments of the creative process
Don't mean to set off an alarm
Wish they would stay around for a while
So we could get to know them a bit
The next Shakespeare could be among them
Or the next Edgar Allen Poe... what a wit
A frosty whitewash, whirling winter snow
smoothly shrouds a secret silent slumber.
Skies all awake, flying mosaics of row
music chirps cavort the sunset amber.
Gelid air turfs, chilled in birds of wonder
gliding through miles, unknown lands asunder.
Crackling wings flutter, snuggling in romance.
Distant forage calls, "Move till Sun is back".
Searching lakes and meadows, looks not askance.
Soaring high they perch, steer and gear in stack.
Feet tucked in wings, they roost in adhoc shack.
Coats, scarves, gloves, plummets an echelon track.
Cardinals and Bluejays, plump with fork tails.
Martins, Owls, Robins, in chorus engage.
Lens of cameras spy, beaks, wings and scales.
Moulting leafless trees, flamboys in plumage.
Willow, alder, birch, dark eyed Juncos stage.
Seeds and nuts in tree crevices, cold assuage.
Hope surviving Life....as Twitter migrates
Mystical Winter........ Marathon Flyways.
Dated 17th December 2018
submitted to Gregory R Barden's Strength thru Adversity contest.
HOW THE POEM HELPED ME GROW
As a beginner to the world of poetry, I always thought that sonnets were something very very difficult only to written by people as talented as Shakespeare. This was my first attempt to write a sonnet. For one whole week, I read all details about migratory birds, and almost gained an encyclopedia of knowledge. First time i realized how difficult it was to limit your thoughts to syllables and lines, and I struggled for another week to find and use correct words, counting syllables. The poem didn't get placed, but it gave me lot of confidence to attempt writing other forms of poems.
This poem was originally submitted to Winter Wonderland Poetry Contest
Urban Sonnet form ABABBB, CDCDDD, EFEFFF, GG
Poetrysoup Syllable counter- 10 syllable each line.
Sponsor Emile Pinet
...Is impressing some professor,
or some critic with pretentious airs,
worth telling my own children that
their father will never be there?
Is acting like a profound wit
that can 'peel back deep mysteries’
worth not seeing my daughter laugh
on her birthday? She’s turning three.
And for all my father’s insight
has mankind changed in the slightest?
He always claimed he’d ‘inspire them,’
but still all of our flaws persist.
Maybe he will be remembered,
but to me that seems a small gain
for living a life in madness,
and causing your own family pain.
No one will read my pot-boilers
and proclaim me as some great sage,
but if it means I keep my wife
I’ll pot-boil into old age.
And if I never have ‘a muse,’
I’ll not cheat and take a lover,
never will I say to my kids
come on out and meet your half-brother.
Though critics may look down at me,
it is I who think they’re insane;
you give people needed release
from real life when you entertain.
If they declare that is a bad thing,
it is they who’ve got it all wrong,
Shakespeare gave the masses drama,
and he’s reigned supreme for so long…
They’d have me give up life for art,
that’s what they think makes a man rate,
but I like life too much to leave,
I will not share the great writer’s fate.
Sometimes I wish I could go back in Time,
salivating for intelligent conversation...I think,
Shakespeare would have been interesting --
Most people today, seeming more programmed
than ever before in history – afraid to be alone
with independent thoughts; distracted by
background music, beeps, and screen prompts;
A society that has become reactionary, opposed
to Free-thinking and Self-determining (Ripe for
abuse!)
Would not be surprised to see a Cathedral being
built, Cross on top, "Church of Social Media" --
Next-door to an Abortion Clinic, "Preschool for Applied
Robotic Thinking" --
On the same block a Rehab
for those addicted to Traditional Marriage
and Monogamous Sex....
Let me not..
Marriage of true minds is Truth of Love
Love is One: seamless..independent and free..
Alteration and impediments are undefined..
Ever-fixed Love looks on changing tempests
And cannot be shaken..'tho each tempest is made of Love..
Time is thought..appearing in Love..made of Love
But Love is unaffected as time plays the fool
Through rosy lips and cheeks..or hours and weeks
Even appearing on the edge of doom..
All seeming errors are made of Love..
The Bard spoke Truth...
A response to:
SONNET 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
~~William Shakespeare
CharlesC
Talking together are Claudio, Don Pedro, and Leonato.
Benedick is standing nearby viewing this trio.
The three are aware that Benedick is lurking near,
so they speak loud enough so he can hear.
Benedick and Beatrice readily exchange caustic wit.
He loves Beatrice, but that's something he won't admit.
Beatrice has feelings for Benedick that are much the same.
She won't admit either for fear it might bring her shame.
Well, Benedick is hearing things he cannot believe today.
Beatrice loves Benedick is what the conversing men say.
The words the men have spoken sound very, very, nice.
They have managed to shatter any encumbering ice.
Based on the play "Much Ado About Nothing" by William Shakespeare
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This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
(Blackout of Sonnet II: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow by William Shakespeare)
I’d rather not rhyme
perhaps you’ve noticed
i mean, it happens sometimes
but it's something I’m not focused on.
in my opinion
rhyme is corrosive,
distracting, unattractive
and absolutely the grossest
Sure, Shakespeare may have rhymed
but are we sure he wasn’t AI?
I wasn’t at the globe
I wasn’t with him at home.
Were his royal plots fake news?
Maybe his ladies weren’t all shrews,
- did Trinculo actually lick a shoe?
I don’t know, but let’s not crown rhyme
in all our designs, as desirable all the time.
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A song for this:
IDGAF by Dua Lipa [E]
Change My Mind by The Motels
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[E] = Explicit lyrics
Teacher asked the class, “Who wrote ‘My kingdom for a horse’?”
Timothy jumped up and shouted, “That’s John Wayne, of course.”
The teacher said, “That’s wrong; it’s from the sixteenth century,
It was written by Will Shakespeare around fifteen ninety-three.”
Teacher asked, “Who said ‘You’re gonna need a bigger boat’?”
Timothy jumped up again, “Lord Nelson gets my vote.”
Teacher shook her head, “The line was one of Robert Shaw’s
It’s from the nineteen seventies and it was said in ‘Jaws’.”
But teacher felt frustrated and said, “Answer this one, Laddy,
Who was it that started the expression ‘Who’s the Daddy’?”
Timothy jumped up again, his face was full of glee
That’s Joseph of Nazareth… in about One B.C.”