"Sweet poesy is not the poet's reward!"


Tis fitting that I should append as comet's tail to fleeting life ,

to unmask as in denoument, the mystery behind my veil.

Most 'nogamous of all my peers my life's played out in singlet form.

The dalliance fine, to stick I fear; no true love's fate, that was my doom.

As callow boy my only went, was find fair wife and breed her well.

But poet's get not what they want,  and that is living's cruelest nail.

A wastrel wife who planned me out;  who spent Love's seed on worthless

lout,

while he who'd worthy husband be, that one goes lone, and children free.

The Quantum in It's Glory 'queathed, me  matchless in, It's Sovereignty;

while I too must protest too much, t's damned lonely, yet, it seems that

such,

moves not the Quantum Maj'sty to,  repair to me sweet dignity;

or wing my love to me aborn,  a doublet for my singlet form.

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© 2012 fred hallman

 

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Comment by Romantic Poetess on December 2, 2012 at 3:54pm

Very Shakespeareanesque. lovely singlet form.

Comment by Phyllis on December 2, 2012 at 5:02pm

You say it well.

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