Shakespeare, The Great
William Shakespeare is very great
In that he penned in his forties all human thoughts
That would dawn only far late on others,
Against all odds and limitations of his time.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I only woke this morning
To find the world is fair—
I’m going on for forty,
With scarcely one grey hair;
I’m going on for forty,
Where man’s strong life begins,
With scarce a sign of crows’ feet,
In spite of all my sins.
Then here’s the living Forties!
The Forties! The Forties!
Then here’s the living Forties!
We’re good for ten years more.
The teens were black and bitter,
A smothered boyhood’s grave—
A farm-drudge in the drought-time,
A weary workshop slave.
But twenty years have laid them,
And all the world is fair—
We’ll find time in the Forties,
To have some boyhood there.
Then here’s the wide, free Forties—
The Forties! The Forties!
Then here’s the wide, free Forties!
We’re good for ten years more!
The twenties they were noble,
The bravest years, I think;
’Twas man to man in trouble,
In working and in drink;
’Twas man to man in fighting,
For money or for praise.
And we’ll find in the Forties
Some more Bohemian days.
Then here’s the wiser Forties!
The Forties! The Forties!
Then here’s the wiser Forties!
We’re good for ten years more.
The thirties were the fate years;
I fought behind the scenes.
The thirties were more cruel
And blacker than the teens;
I held them not but bore them—
They were no years of mine;
But they are going from me,
For I am thirty-nine.
So here’s the stronger Forties!
The Forties! The Forties!
And here’s the good old Forties!
We’re good for ten years more.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Dawn Of A New Day
The thoughts from yesterday - forgotten
I like the way this new skin feels
Bring me splinters of tomorrow
Collect the parts where I win
Against the grain, against the odds
I'll rise and I won't trip again
The dawn of a new day never looked
As good as this
Concrete breath and dust filled tears
A one-way ride to inner peace
I never thought, I'd join the others
Those who use the dice to solve
Against the grain, against the odds
I'll rise and I won't trip again (x2)
The dawn of a new day never looked
As good as this
Against the grain, against the odds
I'll rise and I won't trip again
Against the grain, against the odds
Against the grain, against the odds(x2)
I'll rise and I won't trip again
Against the grain, against the odds(x3)
song performed by by In Flames
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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sms on 'Coriolanus
A petty turn turns foe to friend
And likewise friend to foe. (IV.iv - paraphrase)
Menenius Agrippa died- What time saved
Did I bid SPELL
Did not have SPELL bid me - (aside)
So Fiennes penned;
Lived on-penned Avon Bard.
Coriolanus fell by Shakespeare's pen
Not swinging wildly with Ralph's blade
But bladeless in cold blood.
With William writhing in his plot,
Scolding, 'What right to write such rot? ! '
And Ralph his endings firm defending-
Suicide and swordfight hot-
Let's leave the two with hope unending,
A petty turn will see foe friending.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Mangan
Arguably the greatest poet old Ireland has seen
'Twas he penned the poem known as 'Dark Rosaleen'
In eighteen forty nine in his mid forties in poverty he died
Though true genius of him never can be denied
The great James Clarence Mangan Ireland's National bard
His journey through life was to say the least hard
He lived as he died in abject poverty
Yet one could not name many poets as great as he
From consumption and poor diet and neglect he died very young
For him no State funeral and he was unsung
Despite his hard life it seems a remarkable feat
That so many great poems the great poet did bequeath
To Ireland and it's people though he died just past his prime
As one of the poor souls of the Dublin of his time.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The futile wish
Who knows who are John Shakespeare and
Mary Arden who have begotten
William Shakespeare, the greatest dramatist.
You and I drain our blood to make sons great.
27.06.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If we wish to know the force of human genius we should read Shakespeare. If we wish to see the insignificance of human learning we may study his commentators.
quote by William Hazlitt
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If we wish to know the force of human genius, we should read Shakespeare. If we wish to see the insignificance of human learning, we may study his commentators.
quote by William Hazlitt
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Never Too Early or Too Late
It will not matter what time it is.
Or when the Sun rises...
To caress the horizon,
With beaurtiful Sunsets.
As twilight arrives.
Penned fresh thoughts of you,
I am here to do.
With changes that are few...
In memories I keep.
And there has not been one moment,
I have live that you have not been missed.
Reviewed and reminisced,
In my mind with wishes.
It will not matter what time it is.
And never too early or too late.
Your face has a place in my heart always.
Although you may not be here to touch...
You do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Should Be More Like Davies
We ought to be more like the great poet William Henry Davies take time to stand and stare
Instead we worry about life and hurry here and there
We stress about our jobs and about our bills to pay
And yet we're getting older and our time clock ticks away.
To keep up with the aspirational Jones the family next door
We must work a bit harder and of money earn more
For they have bought a new car and a new car we too must buy
They smirk at us in our old car as we go driving by.
We should be more like Davies who penned poems of sheep and cows
Who stared for long as they chewed their cud from under leafy boughs
If the Jones have a new car to that they won't lose sleep
Enough of young grass to eat and nice weather satisfies a cow or sheep.
He lost a leg jumping from a train in his hobo days but he got on with his life
And he went back home and settled down and he found himself a wife
And he did not compete with the Jones next door he penned great poems instead
And Davies the Poet is remembered still though he is long with the dead.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Hotspur: But thoughts, the slave of life,
And life, time’s fool,
And time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop.
line from Henry IV, Act V, Scene 4, script by William Shakespeare (1597)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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If I Had Fed On Thoughts Of Limitations
If I had fed on thoughts of limitations,
You would not know...
How to spell my name correctly.
Or be aware of my existence.
Or hear me laugh.
Cry.
Or wonder why...
I accept defeat gracefully.
To me defeat is fleeting.
If not self inflicted.
You see...
And you do not have to agree with me.
Each step forward I decide to take...
I make.
To only compete with myself in the doing.
If I had fed on thoughts of limitations,
I would not be aware I could reach beyond them.
There would be too many excuses,
To use to pick from right under my feet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The best years are the forties; after fifty a man begins to deteriorate, but in the forties he is at the maximum of his villainy.
quote by H.L. Mencken
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Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried.
quote by William Shakespeare
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King Claudius: My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
line from Hamlet, Act III, Scene 3 by William Shakespeare (1599)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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A Beggar Maid's Breakdown In The Life Cycle
This beguile strange woman in her forties and I am sorry that I have heard forties are the naughtiest.
She begs not charity and she has enough money.
Even though the solitude and suffering.
The precious money could help her to replace solace?
Under the burning Sun and freezing Moon
Still she needs the warmth.
Only an honest human blanket could minimize her nauseous feelings.
Where do they find this pedigree?
She seeks a pure bred Man in her sojourn
And still she struggles to find the needle in a haystack.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Stephano: I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
line from The Tempest, Act IV, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1611)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Shakespeare's Marriage
SHAKESPEARE'S MARRIAGE
November 1582
William Shagspere,18
of Stratford
marries
Anne Hathwey,26
Of Shottery
and six months later
the timer bell
at the oven rings
and out pops a fine young baby -
lovely Susanna
OK, time for village gossips
to exercise their tongues
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1.The varied spellings of Shakespeare and Anne Hathaway in this poem
are as were spelled in various documents in Shakespeare's time.
2. There is no judgement in this poem of anyone or any action.
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Ford: Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
line from The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act II, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare (1602)
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Talbot: My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am, nor what I do.
line from Henry VI, Act I, Scene 5, script by William Shakespeare (1590)
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A Sweet Fairy
A fairy sweet and a fairy bright
Comes to us and bring us delight
And shows us the way to heaven above
Where God's blessings and God's love
Is prewsent and is ready to be bestowed
And all prepared and saved to be towed
By sinful and weak human beings
Who are all very selfish and mean
Oh God Oh my dear Lord
Forgive us please even our odds
And God has created all these meadows
Where we can sit under their shadows
And watch bright sun at dusk and dawn
And see night appearing and disappearing at dawn
Oh God Oh our precious Lord
Forgive us and please even our odd
And God is the one who sends us rain
And the bright sunshine and with it fain
And beautiful butterflies who brings for all
A message of hope in our distress and fall
Oh God Oh my dear Lord
Forgive us and please even our odds.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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