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A stage? How quaint. If Will had lived today
and seen the ragged chatter of the trains,
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What perfect shade of blue is my love's eyes,
That penetrates the depths of my own heart?
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I, forsooth in love! that have love' whip, A very beadle to a humorous sigh, A critic, nay,
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But how do I explain what I cannot?! You see there are no words for what you are-
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But how do I explain what I cannot?! You see there are no words for what you are-
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THE HIGH COST OF LOVING Ed Iacona
by moxie48
38 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 19 9:04 AM. In Life, Divorce, Marriage, Family, Lawyers, Angst, Shakespeare, Love, Humor
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Alas I fear I'm ought but lowely maid
My wimple swaying with the gentle breeze
The Bard of Avon lives to tell a tale
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If yonder tree could talk, t'would speak of you/And memories quite fond to recollect
About the boy you were and how you grew/Yet treated e
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Oh If there is but one poem to be spoke, it is but fickle compare to the many of Shakespeare. the most of woo be made by and by lovers though to that of the words of him.
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In Shakespeare’s "comedies"
Lives were destroyed
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I wrote this for my Brit Lit class...we had to choose one of Shakespeare's sonnet and mimick his style. Please tell me what you think.
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Romeo and Juliet
Fell in love at first sight
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The depth of his spirit unwound on the grave (His unearthly angel salvaged the name)
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If Revenge, Murder and Rape fooled you
Just kill them all.
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Fade away
All I see is black
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People consider thou art great
Such fascination thy hold
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I know that you, my soulmate bright and fair
must also moan on my behalf this fate,
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Finally Melville's done expounding on brows
No more polarity
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Spirit of air
Breezy freedom caged
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My first sonnet attempt. Be nice.
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No. Theif. Pansy. Can't you HANDLE the TRUTH? This poem is EDIBLE but not really I am talkin shit...
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There was a time that thou had a chance / to keep me for all eternity. / But instead you spurned me with thy foot / and left me unkindly on
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Enriched in indigo scintillation, the essence of senses spark. / Tingled, quivering nerves breaching across the synapses; / These are the s
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Romeo, O’ Romeo! / Since the day you’d met her / Your fate was sealed / The words you spoke to her / Flowed with grace and certainty / But
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Anagram: William Shakespeare
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Simple, pretty, shamelessly Shakespearean fluff. As cliched as I could make it.
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Bruised and burdened with a knife Kills others, and a maiden, sweeter
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The Butcher Macbeth is dead, and Duncan is avenged. But what of I? Do not I deserve such an honor?
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let {words} do,
what [thoughts] do;
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hold your candle flame aloft in attempt to cast evil away
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Will thou stand to hear mine discorse'd address? Vast machines of war illuminate skies
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How now, my lord? Hell's flames Hath not devoured fully thine soul?
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