I saved some of the more memorable bits that originated from my magnetic poetry kit on the fridge. Which has not been up since I moved into my apt. About time I put them back. They were a small force for creativity...random juxtapositions of words resulting in interesting thought-sparks. I had the basic set, and the Shakespeare set. (Thee, thou, codpiece, bawdy, loathe, that sort of words.)
I call them poetry shards, because they're mostly just snippets, and the play on words amuses me. Here are all the shards I saved. Damn, I'd forgotten how good some of these really are! (It's amusing, too, that I'm writing this in MSWord, and it doesn't seem to believe in Elizabethan English. According to the spillchucker, Begone should be Begonia. Knowst should be Knots.) It may be obvious that these were all written during the collapse of my marriage.
And hastily seek poison
Which hath a smell of temptation
Away, lady! Question nightly
Thy drunken daydreams
Farewell, goblet, deceive drunkard no more!
Farewell, measured grace! Begone seemliness!
Aye, vouchsafe me whatsoever merry temptation
Perchance may quench my fiery bosom
Forswear melancholy vehemence
Foul villain and bawdy wench alike
Yield, cursing, to loathsome death
Hasten therefore in ghostly grace
Yielding every vow
Lest love's wanton tale
Strike some wicked death
I beseech thee lover,
Such mercy vouchsafe
That light o'ermeasure
I curse direst mischance
Whatsoever cometh
With yonder perilous question
Foul loathsome dream
Jest and slander warrant naught
Make enemy of friend
And almost never bring fortune
Men speak torment in false lordship
Wherefore envy night?
Wherefore sanctify every wanton codpiece
Lest fair fortune poison mortal lover?
Knowst thou not that ghostly envy
Must then torment thee with trifles
For thy vulgar jesting?
Forswear perilous death and tempt maiden never
But bestow thy melancholy dream therefore
Upon the discontented breast of an idle woman.
