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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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Distant Thoughts
Who the hell is this Shakespeare dude
and why am I reading this play under a tree?
God these shoes are killing me.
I wonder what’s for supper tonight.
Pray God the king didn’t go hunting,
the kill of the day last week was his squire.
I can’t remember the last time we went out
to eat. No balls, no beheadings, not even
a festival on the town square. We have
got to be the most boring Royal Family ever.
Well! Back to the play.
“Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo”
OH! Wherefore is the end of this play?
They’ll prattle on about it at supper as
if it has some great significance. Yeah,
and therefore, harken to the call of the
heart. I wonder if Prince Harrison likes me?
He’s kinda nice, cute in a peculiar sort of way.
I wonder how far I could walk with this
book on top of my head. Damn I’m bored.
5/26/2014
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Loving you is pricking my finger on a rose. And you baby, you shine so bright in the darkness. I almost lose myself in a garden of weeds then I think of you and it takes me back to the days when chivalry was present. Back in the days when I was afraid to lose the one who meant the most. You see, in all of the confusion I get lost in the intricate artwork that bends and twists lines, crossing over paths and doing the impossible to create perfection. Please know I’m talking about the red veins in your eyes, for I know of much heart ache you’ve been through. I see you as a calm wave in the Bermuda triangle, covered by myth and broken stories. I play you like sheet music going after high notes, never reaching my goal, but trying every time. If it makes me a bad person for wanting the best, then lock me in Davy Jones locker and look away when I sink to the darkness. Sometimes when I think of you, my heart wants to fall out of my head. I know you say that can’t be so, but I swear I put emotion into my logic. Pardon my rudeness, I don’t mean to offend thee but ‘God has given you a face and you make yourself another’ William Shakespeare. Don’t fret for I catch all of your rain drops into a nice bucket, then splash it upon the demons who wronged you and watch them burn in your holy water. Think of me as the remote to your TV, your wish is my command. But baby please, don't cry when I leave, I won't be there to hold the bucket.
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First version
I hope that I will seldom be
On some sinking ship that's on the sea;
A ship whose captain and whose crew
Have found much better things to do
Than stay and try to rescue me
From going down beneath the sea.
I think that it is only fair
That I not drown in underwear,
Nor never need I to explain
The precise nature of that stain.
Kilmer once wrote the poem "Trees",
While lesser fools write parodies.
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Second version
I think that I shall never see
A poem as nice as my TV;
With screen that in the evening glows
With all those wondrous nightly shows
That make me feel so debonair,
So warm and snug, without a care;
The game shows that do stupefy,
With ads that show me stuff to buy.
I look at my TV all day,
And when it's broke I curse and pray.
This satire’s writ by fools like me,
But Samsung made my big TV.
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Third version
I’ve heard there'll never better be
Than this: “To be or not to be”,
That famous line from Hamlet's scene,
But, what the hell, what does it mean?
A line that sounds good in the play
As if it had deep stuff to say;
A line that had great style and wit
Back in the day when it was writ.
My English teach tried to explain
To us dumb kids and make it plain;
Said Shakespeare’s words were just sublime.
But mostly they don’t even rhyme!
So Shakespeare wrote these words of note
And now it's his most famous quote,
And English majors study it
To get degrees in English lit.
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Free verse
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Introducing the undisputed champ - "The Fallen Star!"/ I'm aware people stare at the
extremely bizarre./ I'm that "beep, beep" on your hearts radar./ This pen is metaphorically
my scimitar!/ Poetry Soup says I'm cursed,/ because of the content in my verse;/ but I feel
as if I'll burst,/ and it will only get worse,/ If I don't relieve this stress!/ So allow me to
express/ what's on my chest/ before I become possessed!
I will start clawing and fighting!/ If I don't here you say: "You make this site so much
more exciting!"/ So what if I don't play nice,/ but I bring that Latino spice!/ You damn right
I'm a sexy S.O.B.!? And I don't give a flip if you don't like my poetry!/ Who are you to judge
me?/ You wanna hear an apology?/ For being comfortable and expressing my sexuality?/
Look I'm 32,/ and that's the difference between me and you./ I've never felt more
alive!? Don't get upset with me because you're 65!/ I know you wish I would just disappear,/
because I live in today and not the day of Shakespeare!/ Don't no one read his work no
more! / Yes I bring a poetic war./ Blowing up verses like C4!/ My sentences are sharp like a
carnivore!/
I don't like fake individuals no way./ Why should I listen to what a hypocrit has to say?/
Someone told me to just leave it alone./ So those without sin casts the first stone!/ - I didn't
think so!/ I hope your house gets blown away by a tornado!/ Sometimes my heart grows
cold like an Eskimo,/ and other times dark like Edgar Allen Poe!/
Look before you start pointing fingers at me,/ and condemn my poetry./ Take a look
see that others have wrote erotica too./ I can name a few./ And nothing I write is taboo!/
You just probably stay away because you have bird flu!/ So I can care less if you're my
friend./ I'm just out to set a new trend!!!!
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