Tag Archives: William Shakespeare

The sonnet project: Sonnet # 11

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The Sleepwalking, Mad-talking, Hedgehogging mouse

Or

Why Doctors Aren’t Worth the Money

The hearth has burned for hours now, it seems

My head is aching too, I’m sured

Of all the things I whispered in my dreams

For walkers never sleep until they’re cured.

Last night I think I swatted at the flies

And shrieked with laughter at the harvest moon

But through it all I simply closed my eyes

And when I woke it was the afternoon!

The doctors have all tried and failed their case

And watched in vain as I’d romp round the house

They said my madness could not be erased

But it was all because I was a mouse!

What good does it do to heal a rodent?

The pills never work, no matter how potent!

Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry

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The Sonnet Project: Sonnet # 10

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The Sonnet Project: Sonnet # 10

my mother is as bent as olive trees

when on her back she sleeps before the moon

her eyes as muddy as her wobble knees

Send god it well, for leaves she us now soon.

The night is windowless as death’s embrace

Against an endless skyward eye that calls

The maidens, who, like sailors after chase,

this lover who destroys all saddened falls,

can heal the hole that wounds my aching heart

for mother’s lost, my life of freedom’s lost.

From her, oh joy, i cannot be apart

to once again find love, what is the cost?

oh lover, take thy herb and sugar cure

and feed to me of what I can endure.

Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry

The Sonnet Project: Sonnet #9

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Sonnet #9

When I was six and ten some years ago

My brother lept into his muddy tomb

My mother died upon the rocks below

And father followed after to his mortal doom.

I was the orphan without personage

The daughter veiled from bows and frilly lace

The girl who climbed along the mountain’s ridge

And owned a small and sooty little face.

You see the watchman’s daughter, dark and cloaked

Concealed before she makes her last reprieve

To trade our lives and never be revoked

Would be a gift quite wondrous to receive:

The girl wakes up beside the mountains high

And I, beside her love, a’sleeping  lie.

Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry

 

Sonnet # 6

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I don’t know why, but some of my poems have been getting quite gory and gruesome, and I hate it. I am also an official hypocrite now, because I absolutely HATE edgy, jumbled, gory prose.  In fact, I often find myself picking up a New Yorker Magazine  and mocking the tasteless poems they showcase. I think I just want to fit in…oh well. Darn stupid poet-pressure!

Another gory poem coming your way…

Sonnet #6 

The loneliness is stooped upon the grass

A touch of tatter’d longing where was none

And now  the world spins long and light and fast

A thousand moons have shown though be but one.

I whisper to an empty  face that dies

That leaves without goodbye to last alone

Your heart does melt like wax before my eyes

I grasp it’s void of closeness that has grown,

And slip away unnoticed through the cracks

With you to lead my way that spans quite far

I loose myself in blood and blues and blacks

We both are torn from life that leaves it’s scar:

I wake, the morning quiet, still,and warm

And breathe relieving breathes when you ne’er form.

 

Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry

The Sonnet Project: Sonnet #2

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This sonnet, like the last, is quite Shakespearean! I must admit, the sort of ambiguous feel of his sonnets (or at least, to our modern English-speaking tongues) makes them quite enjoyably mysterious (and such is the same with these sonnets which I have composed)! I hope, dear readers, that you will read these poems with great gravity and take the time to decipher their true meanings.

yours sincerely,

-Golden Star Poetry

–and a side note: the reference to salt pillars and looking back on fires refers to a story in the bible in which Lot, a biblical character, and his wife,  are instructed by G-d to not look back at  Sodom and Gomorrah being destroyed, but Lot’s wife disobeys G-d and does look back, turning into a pillar of salt.

Sonnet #2

Your eyes are fading in the sunset rimmed

And ice pervades the pupil that was there

Your hands a stonework long and limm’d

Your face so dark that shadows grab your hair

I try to see beyond the mountain west

And hilly landscape in the golden east

But none can make a home that you like best

No cure can calm this coldness in the least

My arms are pillars in the southern skies

And yours that salt returned, from stone

You had to look but one away what lies

At fire raging vast through the unknown.

I hold you in my hands and see you fall

where went our love that seems not here at all?

Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry

The Sonnet project: Sonnet #1

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Another poem written during the boredom of English class (whilst we read “shall I compare thee to a summers day yet another time)

Sonnet #1

My life becomes a string of changing lights

Inside my house the candle’s endless drip

That keeps me up throughout the breezy nights

And out my door the lake with port and ship

My sight is strewn to look about and wait

To hear the horn of welcome vessle come

And park itself outside the iron gate

With whistle blow and enjine stop it’s hum

My coverlets that tousle I bemoan

And through the wake of autumn’s slow decline

The firs that hoard the needles that they own

The oaks that mourn the loss of greener vine

They don’t become acquainted with the morn

Of noises fallen through the days reborn

 

Copyright 2013 Golden Star Poetry