Short Macbeth Poems
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Marion Cotillard
said Lady Macbeth if you're French is quite 'ard
what i 'ave to say
it almost conflates to my auto da fe.
There once was a lady named JessBeth
Who was no relation to MacBeth
A poet in time
With flawless rhyme
That we’ll remember long after her death
Said the fool
to Hamlet, Macbeth,
the Joker, and every other
lovable madman
Through sand, fractures,
dirt, dust,
and all life’s ambiguities
Something still stands
March forth Macduff, your sword to smite.
The head of a king for your requite!
Ten years he has reigned
with innocence feigned.
Greed and slaughter his ultimate blight!
Witches are wizened hags
With long nose and loose hair
Wart nosed ugly spirits
Wicked ramblers of night
Who ride on bristly brooms
Wielders of black magic
Weird sisters in Macbeth
We are “underlings”
To the destiny itself
Rather than to stars.
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Based on Macbeth by Shakespeare
June 6, 2014
Form : Haiku
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place Win
Contest: Destiny by Leonara Ghalinta
I found a crooked dollar
and hired a crooked lawyer
to pursue a crooked case
before a judge to place,
but we found no crooked court,
however hard we sought,
but as long as we keep looking,
we'll keep the cauldron cooking.
M-y
A-crostic
C-omposition
B-rings
E-xcellent
T-heme's
H-appy
M-essage
A-s
L-ines
E-xpress
K-indness
U-sing
T-houghtful
U-nderstanding
Topic: Birthday of poet Macbeth Malekutu (February 02)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-y
A-nnual
C-omposition
B-eautifully
E-mploys
T-he
H-appy
M-essage
A-bout
L-ife
E-xpressing
K-indness
U-nder
T-he
U-niverse
Topic: Birthday of poet Macbeth Malekutu (February 02)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
William Wordsworth
England was the place of his birth
He got inspired and became quite thrilled
When he saw a host of golden Daffodils
William Shakespeare
Had great poetic flair
He wrote several plays too
Like Macbeth, King Lear, And The Taming of the Shrew
An overture to winter's frosty breath,
September oft colors my thoughts in gray
It signals winter's cold and summer's death,
Casting its somber spell on me this day
Like witches brew in ancient play Macbeth
9-9-2022
Remember September Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
What srubs a soap rub with panache
And stops cleansing acts that won't wash?
For Lady Macbeth
Having planned Duncan's death
Great guilt hands her plans the kibosh
(Another classic example of undoing is the cheating husband who comes home with flowers
for his wife after the fact. It doesn't wash off)
An inebriated vixen promoted duress
as she and George played "Get the Guests."
A fractured malevolence mirroring Macbeth
resulted in her first-born's death.
Atop his imagined coffin, a snapdragon rests.
Author's Note:
Vignette inspiration:
Play - Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1962)
Playwright - Edward Albee
I regret nothing for drinking behind the curtains.
‘Cause it’s the greatest of hypocrites
Who are ever witnessed doing
Just what they tell you to never do.
There’s a reason I’m the queen of hypocrisy.
So step aside, all of you filthy peasantries.
All hail the Queen that is me,
‘Cause you’ve no choice whether or not I’m royalty.
Summer succumbs to autumn's breath
And pretty soon no leaves are left
Swept away in the winds of death
Summer succumbs to autumn's breath
Like witches brew upon Macbeth
Leaving summer's flowers bereft
Summer succumbs to autumn's breath
And pretty soon no leaves are left
Contest by: Giorgio Veneto
Contest name: Triolet
Doldrums of death
Beat like drumrolls
That final breath
When the bell tolls
Doldrums of death
Shrouded in palls
Leads to Lethe
When the trump calls
Doldrums of death
Sound like headaches
Cry of Macbeth
When the cord* breaks
Doldrums of death
Stab like sharp spikes
Placing grave wreath
When the clock strikes
*silver cord
19th April 2023
Beowulf's skinny legs sported no pants
he devoured his prey, then licked off the ants
King Lear didn't have to book a plane
he'd already gone insane
Ordered not to check his bloody bags
Macbeth trusted three old British hags
Sir Michael Jackson would not remove his glove
his hands were even whiter, kind of
You wanted to give me everything—
everything—
every last thing—
you bared yourself and said—I am yours.
You said—
we would out-do Mellors and Constance!
And I, l'idiot—
I looked at you through the eyes of a man—
voracious—cunning eyes.
When I stopped—mid-stride—
I saw it all—suddenly—clearly—through your eyes.
Too late.
Je suis Le Fou—non, je suis une fou.
Form:
A herald told such a prophecy
His future was described consistently
He was rapt by the words said
Like candy filling a kids head
To be king was his desire
That's when the world was engulfed by fire
Malevolence thoughts filled his head
Before he knew it his hands were stained red
With the blood of men following him to his grave
To supernatural forces he became a slave
Form:
“Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.”
? William Shakespeare Macbeth The Witches brew
I’m hungry, sounds good to me~ I sure hope it’s gluten and dairy free
Hamlet, sharpen your sword of trust, for Macbeth is surely waiting.
The specter of ‘Civil war’ stalks the land and the ghosts of senseless violence, so long docile, have come to hollow-eyed attention.
Our cauldron was filled with innocence, as the ever-thirsty succubi require, the glory of war is being shaken, not stirred and the betrayal will be served as quick and cold as steel.
#chefskiss
Red is anger; it is fear.
It smells like blood, sweat, and tears.
Sunsets, sunrises, red tides that fall,
The sound of the telephone call.
The piercing screams,
The furthest dreams.
Violence, crime, terror, and death.
Ambitious and cunning as Macbeth.
Of all these things, one is forgotten.
It isn't the shade of my favorite shirt of cotton.
The one thing we forget,
Is the love we fight to protect.
Anticipation, a stage encapsulate in time.
He takes the burden of my all my wrongs and
the blame for all my transgressions.
I read the words in your eyes, I taste your facial pity.
But you are all the lighted fools, for I am not Macbeth, and my tomorrows are tomorrows.
My life is not a "walking shadow" and I am not a " poor player. "
I bask in certainty, just as the hog predicts the spring,
I hold back the finish.
Not even its oceans could cleanse Macbeth’s guilt,
Etched into palms and cut into lifelines, within skin everlasting.
Poisonous serpents twist like gaseous clouds acrid, in a helix of
Trust doubled, betrayed by a cousin valiant no more.
Unknown and unseen, unjust and unkempt - a fate handed down unanimous.
Nocturnal damnation circling circling, that coven three upon a heath
Erupting at the manipulation of a man come undone.
Dreams.
I want to stand out
To be looked up to
Revered and praised
I want my live to live on
Be a member of history
Do something memorable
Achieve a mythical goal
Invent the saviour of man
Fly faster - go deeper
Reach the centre of the earth
Go into outer space
Land and colonise planets
Be the real Captain Kirk
Write the perfect song
Act; a tear jerking Macbeth
Dreams only dreams
This is what mediocrity means.