I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Ambition renders all friendships fragile Banquo was my name, while yet I drew breath Cut down by a traitorous blade was I
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
I am a richly blessed and lucky man Bathsheba gladdens every seeing eye And she is mine alone; our love began When she favored me with a smile most sly
Four minds are at work in this charming scene: Boss, secretary, laborer, artist The last is so clear as to be unseen
Awkward, verbose nerd Who would rather laugh than weep Seeks same—no red hats
No mystery here He is just a con artist You have all been had
Shed your loneliness My rapt gaze is upon you Together, we shine
I am grateful for what you have taught me This bitter lesson in sublimation Sweetens when the beautiful breve I see: Your smile, which could conquer a whole nation
Experience shows That the small betrayals are Inevitable
I ought to run him through, this callow twit! Ogling Juna as he would a ham Or a plague victim specked with sores and shit
Savor the waiting The impatient are foolish Time reveals beauty
When education Becomes customer service Rigor vanishes
If your wish to hear Stories not meant for your ears Feign sleep and listen
