Birthday Apology
William Shakespeare was born April 26, 1564
If all the world’s a stage,
and all the men are women,
myne eye be true, I gauge;
her beard doth need a trimmin’!
The Last Poet
Advanced in years
and bent in bone,
I shed no tears;
I walk alone.
There up ahead,
the door of death.
A moment’s dread—
I catch my breath.
Continue then
upon my way—
no words to pen;
no more to say.
No final rhyme;
my journey’s through.
I’m out of time
and so are you.
Poet For Hire
Sonnet?
I’m on it!
Haiku?
That too!
Free verse?
None worse … Sorry!
Joe Tessitore is a retired New York City resident and poet.
Very good Joe – made me smile several times! I see you are NY based (unless you are ‘retired from NY’ too, meaning you are somewhere else!) – but if so, I hope you’ll be coming along to Bryant Park on the morning of the 17th June to perform a poem or two and to meet me and others from SCP?
A very amusing little trio of epigrams, if I may call them that; and brevity being the soul of wit how could the last one fail to sparkle with only twelve words?
And remembering the Baconian Controversy:
Francis Bacon
Was sometimes taken
For William Shakespeare,
How queer.
Rhyming “trimmin'” with “women” is pretty genius, Joe!
Hi Joe – Here are some verses from two separate poems I wrote long ago:
Shakespeare, he was very wise.
He had a way with a play.
When it came to writing words
He knew just what to say.
Shakespeare said the world’s a stage
And we are all just players.
Some of us don’t like the wage,
And so are just spectators.
As The Bard once put it, “Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.” I must say I am enjoying the good birthday celebration humor regardless of which variety of foolishness it represents. Thanks all, for the smile.
Thanks Joe, for brightening my day with your trio of epigrams.
These were very humorous … and clever! I enjoyed reading them.