When an old fashioned poet named Will
wrote a sonnet he chose words to thrill,
in a metrical time
with a word perfect rhyme
fourteen lines gently flowed from his quill.
This William he also wrote plays
that reflected the life in those days,
from Scotland McBeth
then to Denmark for death,
that Prince Hamlet he had funny ways.
With Anne Hathaway he'd often spoon
an experience he used very soon,
to pen a romance
put Juliet in a trance,
the very first print, Mills and Boon.
Love forever
In my dreams you always will remain alive,
Passionate longings shall also thrive,
As I take a deep last breath,
Blossoming Aldreth,
Flashes fast,
Death,
Leaves aghast,
Tranquillise the wrath,
Remember Shakespeare's Mcbeth,
Where till eternity souls survive,
In my dreams you always will remain alive !
Written Feb 17th, 2015
For Andrea's contest
Awarded 5th place win
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The poem was visualized on the front, screen porch,
in silence, in wonder...
It swarmed the Autumn-purpled flowers by the door,
leafed through reds, golds of the Chinaberry Tree...
sleucing words down Sunday-wet-tin,
onto the wooden steps.
The poem never stalked like Lady McBeth, through
darkness to her ending hall, last line spoken...
Never flew too close to the Sun, as Icarus,
gathered no Phoenix rebirth...
The poem did not herald a magical Sunday.
For the poem stayed on the front porch,
and was never written.
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James Dean an MGM dream
Sprawls unseen towards the door
Tipping his hat Hello Mama and that
He shuffles his shoes to the floor
Shakespeare a play McBeth he should say
a dagger towards his hand
His glasses allow great gaze over brow
a method actor's clap on demand
Due East of Eden a mother was bleeding
Stole comfort from drink and the bottle
James and his Porsche a destinal course
His life measured speed through the throttle
The black suited man from oil in the sand
A cattleman's stock to re-brand
Rivals those two rebellious crew
A Giant a legend of land
A swerve and a shout a policeman drives out
There James who is slumped near at hand
Ascensional dream rise up from this scene
A teenager and rebel most grand
She is alone
She is afraid
She is a clone
She is their maid
The shadows claimed her
The life she once lived
The hate and terror
The story she would give
Shadow in blood and in soul
Shadow in life and death
Shadow has taken it's toul
Shadow in curse of McBeth
Girl she was no longer is
Girl with with none
Girl not to be a miss
Girl is one
Living in hate
Living in the dark
Living in shadows in late
Living with the mark
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