There once was a woman named Mona
Who loved the sight of a b*ner
A bloke went up a notch
If she studied his crotch
And he impressed the girl from Verona.
Romeo and Juliet were fiction
as if that's not enough
her balcony in Verona
originally a medieval sarcophagus
no more than a tourist attraction
may also have been a water trough
and the Dal Capello family building
where he posed 'through yonder window?'
'but soft' and completely off-the-cuff
to which it's now attached
was once a 13th-century inn
but as stories go really quite unmatched
With apologies to William Shakespeare
"Verona"
standing next
to the statue
looking up
at the statue
Juliet
where
for
art
thou
Nothing can dim the glow of my joy
Those meaningful moments which I still recall.
I find certain happiness yet silence in time
With occupying thoughts that always cross my mind.
Along the stream of consciousness, there’s a hidden message
I may be attentive, yet time creeps so fast.
There’s difficulty that hampers me though
A busload of burdens that wrap me till night.
On and off, I turn to gaze at these things
Wholly appreciative that counts twice as much.
The richness in spirit opens my heart to beat
Like a dancing note that jumps over the keyboard.
I look at the beauty of Verona in its history
With great admiration to highlight its civilisation
The arena for instance that shows an immense performance
Of Shakespearean plays so romantic but tragic ones.
Moving back and fro, I see the rhythm and sign
Of our very lives so unique to confront
It is our attitude to bring the gifts of ourselves
In this present life where we struggle and live our faith.
A Montague. A Capulet.
‘Twas at a masquerade they met.
Two strangers caught each other's eyes
as strains of love began to rise.
Upon a courtyard balcony,
amidst the angst of family,
‘twas there the pair professed love's need -
though Kismet's kiss would intercede.
Alas, the banes of passion bleed -
resolving gest through tragedy.
The foils of fate singed hot as coals
yet death would reunite their souls.
Two hearts in heaven overflow -
One Juliet. One Romeo.
Their death could have been prevented if rivarly,
misunderstanding and hostility had not been there...
had Verona not become a battle ground for the gentry,
but unlikely comedy that makes us burst into laughter,
tragedy puts some sense into our foolish heads shunning this truth:
they didn't have to die uselessly in the prime of their youth!
O insensible people, mourn the young lovers from Verona with sympathy
to realize that love is unstoppable as the coming of dawn;
we can try to kill it with jealousy, envy, anger or even murder...
but what the outcome will be? Heartbreak and regret over
a disastrous event such as the one Shakespeare wrote in his teary,
dramatic play to warn us that it shouldn't be disapproved with a frown.
Peacefully sleep, o young lovers from Verona! Even this saddened poet will not forget...
how courageous and desperate you were to end your vibrant lives with that insane thought!
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