Tag Archives: @Shakespeare

The Poems Won’t Write Themselves!

The poems won’t write themselves!

I wish they could

It would save me work

Not that i’m one to shirk

But, the words just appearing

Upon the page

Is just not going to happen.

And there’s the rubbish

That I spout forth

Parodying, plagiarising and pastiching

My poet Bard, the Will

Of Avon;

To him,

I am Anon.

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Hamlet Haiku 2b

Hamlet Haiku 2b

“You remember it:

It’s: ‘To be or not to be…’ “

“What was the question?”

Hamlet Haiku 2

Hamlet speaks his last –

Once all the action is done –

“The rest is silence”

Hamlet Haiku

In the play ‘Hamlet’,

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern

Meet unhappy ends.

Linda G Hill’s SoCS Challenge ‘Contrast’

Linda G Hill’s SoCS Challenge ‘ Contrast’

Details Here

Contrast this

To my usual stuff.

I have set the timer for 10-minutes

And I don’t know what

I am going to write about.

I’m even writing it

In poetry form

Even though

It is prose.

Now, that may seem strange

To you

(Unless you know me)

But, I assure you

That I like to contrast

My work at times

Mix up the rhymes

With wit, humour, levity-

Which are all basically the same –

And give you fresh new view

Points

From which to look

At my work

I do not shirk

From switching between

Poetry and prose

I’m not one of those people

That is stuck

In a rut.

However, I must just be serious for a moment…

… right, I’m back to the silly stuff.

Picture me

With a ruff

Doing my stuff

In sixteen hundred

Or just before

(Not four o’clock

In the afternoon, no)

Elizabethan, just about to become Jacobean

Through no fault of mine own

My quill at the ready

And words to write

Well, picture me now

With my mobile phone

Tapping in ideas

Cutting and pasting,

Deleting,

Looking up a spelling on an online thesaurus

And what a contrast

There is.

Would I rather have my life

Or his?

To be honest.

I would give quite a lot

To spend a little

Time

In the land of Shakespearean rhyme.

And, having been there,

I could certainly put the Shakespearean theory

Of authorship to bed

(Or second best bed)

For once and for all

And all for once

(Sorry, that was Dumas – and I was being a Dumass).

Contrasting opinions held

Would be exploded

The myth would live

Or die

Or carry on up the creek

With out a paddle.*

*timer sounded here.

I Met The Bard, Today (oh, boy!).

I met The Bard again today;

He made me laugh

I had to say;

He’s not normally big on jokes;

And his histories and tragedies

All end with piles of blokes

Littered around the stage

They die to order

Off the page.

But, today,

I laughed at his funny face

And, for a moment,

All was well with the spinning Globe

Of the Human Race .

That is the…


When your head tells you to ease up,

Do you listen?

Or do you consider the idea

That not all that is gold does glisten?

And a myriad other things

That this flesh is heir to?
To be quiet and relaxed within?

Or to be furrowing one’s brow in feverish contemplation?
Questions.