Short Elizabethan Poems

Oh but to rest this mad toiling mind!
Sleep? Nay, to sleep perchance to dream
Dreams. Ay, there lay the problem
How, then, to find solace
Can it be achieved... 
true peace of mind? 
Not in life
but in
death...

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by Elizabethan poetic verse in life's race
of biblical grace God hath surely dispersed…
assuring all that will… of heavenly grace
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“Behold, all things become new.” As carnal minds are 
also renewed.  (II Corinthians 5:17)
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Upon an empty shelf in a place
No one can remember sits a doll in lace
Frilled collar, Elizabethan taste
Blue eyes twinkle on her face

Cherubic lips ready for a kiss,
Dusty blond - of a quality long missed

Alone on a shelf she just sits
Waiting for someone to remember her 
in her antique abyss....

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ELIZABETHAN LOVE PASTICHE

I will pluck  Parmenter from your orchard bower
And taste it’s Ambrose and the scented flower
There we shall pass a brief but blessed hour
While I sup your essence sweet piquant and sour
Lest passing time should look on us to glower
And curse us so no more we may have power
To circumvent the fates and they devour
Our consecrated rapture that they scour

16 July 2019...

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I would return to Shakespeare’s time and see
Him live upon the stage; to hear him say
The lines he wrote would mean the world to me.
His theatre, with the acts performed at day,
The place he’d muse,’ To be or not to be.’ 
(And ALL would call him author of the play).
I’d stand amongst the crowd and shout, ‘Encore,’
‘Bravo’ - and clap until my hands were sore.

Jack Horne for Nette’s Moment in Another Time contest...

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Clay climbed and clobbered Clemson Clue
Doing deliberate diamond disciples daring do,
Enough Elizabethan excitement expressed Ellie Lou
Finishing fancy French frankfurters, freeing Friday’s flu.

Gigantic gyrating griffendorf’s glazing gibbon’s glue
Harboring horrific hellacious hippos’s in hindsight’s hue.
Ignoring illustrious iguana’s illustrating indigo’s favorite blue.
Jiggling jumbled jabborwock’s justified jellies and jams for a few....

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In 1588 Sir Francis Drake,
over a game of bowls, his time he did take.
Saying I’ll play my game before England’s fate.
So the Spanish will just have to wait!

There once was a young sailor named Drake,
who some thought was a bit of a flake.
On Plymouth Hoe he stood
while playing with his wood 
not knowing that history he'd make.

Drake was from the Elizabethan era
finishing his game as Spain drew nearer.
A stubborn man and quite contrary 
until he died of dysentery!...

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