The Humbler (Happy Ballet Times Daze)

[Erthona]

“What fools these Human’s be”
when in love, yes I see,
but, the larger truth,
what greater fools when not,
spirits twisted and souls rot!
How pompous, vain,
and condescending,
only through Love’s sufferance,
might this wound be mending,
yet hide, when see healing descending,
until by Valentine’s pox laid low,
with a shot from Eros’ bow!
Oh, oh, OH!
It is madness, is it not?
It’s been so long that I’ve forgot,
I hope it fades away…
Yet, only does the grave,
fools,
from the foolish save!
Still...not all is sadness and sorrow,
for I shall be a grave fool on the morrow,
if I might a line from Mercutio borrow,
till then, anon,
for I am gone and done,
my bugled sword in baldric hung!


©2011 ~Erthona

[rayheinrich]

Amused distraction is the stuff of fools.
(nice)

[billy]

the last line is effin great in its greatness.
it reminds me of 'the taming of the shrew'

it feels like it could have been penned by the same author.

i'm thinking about havin' another shot at his plays.

[Leanne]

They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays with his many parts

[Erthona]

Thank you Ray.
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Leanne,

Says she, "The fault lies not with the bright stars,
but with poxy, doxy, girls in cheap bars*."
"Yet there are no small parts, he does intone,
just the small actors who must always hone
(like those who write) their craft to a sharp point
and with, wit's ink their nibs they do anoint,
that it might prick quite hard abject conscience
of the cheesy voyeur who must in deference
render up a pound of flesh!


*This is to say the "fault" is a promiscuous fellow.
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Thanks Billy, very kind of you.


Happy Violent Time!

Dale