Showing posts with label world poetry day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label world poetry day. Show all posts
Thursday, March 21, 2013
THE SEA SONNET
"Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream"
Methought I was ripe for Elysium,
For sea changes down in Poseidon's sink,
Foreplaying with fire, now banish-ed from
To watery grave by a vex-ed blink.
By the wreck of reckless son Phaethon
Where changeling horses of Helios play
Round and round that Winter King's blue mansion
From such wonders did I argue and pray
To let fear fall down on this salty floor
Whilst Diana undid the pall of night
By mirror of her moon to see once more
Like unweaving Penelope to fight
Death, be and seem, final king, past scrutiny
For thee, dread fire, my soul is mutiny
- Dame J E Marshall
"Don't Mess With Will" Karaoke Lyrics #Shakespeare
DON'T MESS WITH WILL
Don't mess with
Will.
Don't mess with
Will.
Lo, lo, lo, lo.
Don't mess with
Will.
Don't mess with
Will.
Good friends
forbear!
Please say you
swear!
Not to move his
stone.
Leave it alone!
Nonny, na, na.
Now this curse covers William's
crypt,
But lately, have you
heard?
Will will get you if you SULLY his
script,
And credit others with his
words!
Churls keep away!
The curse is in
play!
Nonny, na, na.
Don't mess with
Will.
Don't mess with
Will.
Nonny, hey, hey.
Well, we know freedom can be
foppery,
And morality can feel like a
jail,
But if this curse doth naught to
stoppeth thee,
Lo! Will's preturb-ed spirit thee will
assail.
Will's here to stay!
Roland roll away!
Nonny, hey, hey.
Don't call him Eddie de
Vere,
Or Bacon
Or Chris!
That's too much ado da lee
do!
That's too much
amiss!
Cause Will is Will,
And Will will
fulfill.
Nonny, na, na.
If you move the
stones,
If you touch his
bones,
If you call him John Doe, Smith or
Jones,
You'll find this curse is
true,
This curse is for
you!
Nonny, nonny.
Fa, la, la, la.
Don't mess with
Will.
Lo, lo, lo, lo!
Cause if you do,
Curse-ed are you!
Well, I didn't come to
bury,
My message is merry,
Roland is a lubberly
boy.
And Will was SOLID
flesh,
Not so temporary,
Not so easy to
destroy!
Will's here to stay!
Roland is a knave!
Nonny, na, na!
de Vere ain't Will!
Roland is a jack-sauce
pill!
Better say goodbye!
Come not Willy nigh!
Roland, what you
say?!
Will wrote his
plays!
And his sonnets too!
What's the matter
you!?
de Vere is not Will!
Roland melt away!
Imperceiverant, arrant, jack'nape
knave!
Will will get thee from the
grave!
O, yes Will will!
Nonny, hey, hey!
Don't mess with
Will!
Nonny, na, na!
~
To the tune of: "DON'T MESS WITH BILL" by
Smokey Robinson/The Marvelettes/Motown 1966
~
Lyrics to "DON'T MESS WITH WILL" by Dame J.
E. Marshall @ September 27 2011
~
"Don't Mess With Will" suggests that
Shakespeare's famous curse may extend beyond stones and bones and into the
authorship wars.
~
Check out THE SHAKESPEARE BIRTH TRUST
@ShakespeareBT and @Paul_Edmondson on twitter for interesting information about
Shakespeare.
WHEN CAESARS FALL
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WHEN CAESARS FALL
"You are the bread and the knife." - Billy Collins & Jacques Crickillon
You are my happy dagger,
My Holy Grail,
Life's blood,
And last words.
You are the dance of every dawn,
And the red moon rising on the edge of the sea.
You are the scent of baking bread,
And the sound of free birds.
However,
You are not chewing gum,
Stuck under some counter,
Or a bad hair day.
And you are certainly not laminated.
You are just too tough to laminate.
It is possible that you are a delicious
Lupercal dish in the fridge,
Maybe even a smidge underfed,
But you are not even close
To being a sea monster.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
That you are neither Little Jack Horner,
Bo-Peep's Pan,
Nor a goat mouse.
It might interest you to know
That the creaking of the floor boards
On the stage after-hours
Is just me
Searching for something Godot.
I also happen to be a monkey bar,
And a mayonaise jar
Full of fireflies,
And an aspirin
In a vase
Of wild white flowers.
I am sometimes the eve of the Ides of March,
And Yo Yo Ma's saddest string.
You are not rust
Or the cheap whine of worry,
Or the dried blood of Mother Earth
That rides the aching devil winds
When Caesars fall.
~Dame J E Marshall
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