Friday 2 November 2012

Sonnet, Ballad, Black Verse and Repetition





Sonnet

That time of year thou mayst in me behold

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou seest the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west,

Which by and by black night doth take away,

Death's second self, that seals up all in rest,

In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire

That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,

As the death-bed whereon it must expire

Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,

To love that well which thou must leave ere long.


Ballad

Saving all your money for a rainy day,

giving all your clothes to charity,

last night the wife said,

oh boy when you're dead,

don't take nothing with you but yur soul

 

Made a lightning trip to Vienna

Eating chocolate cake in a bag

The newspapers said

"She's gone to his head

"They look just like two gurus in drag"

 

Christ, you know it ain't easy

You know how hard it can be

The way things are going

They're gonna crucify me


Blank Verse

Juliet:

Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:

It was the nightingale, and not the lark,

That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear,

Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:

Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

 

Romeo:

It was the lark, the herald of the morn,

No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks

Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day

Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.

I must be gone and live, or stay and die.


Repetition

Man gives woman a red rose,

she hands it back to him, whispering

"Give me white roses."

Man gives woman a white rose,

she hands it back to him, saying

"This smells too sweet."

Man gives woman a carnation,

she hands it back to him, shouting

"This will die tomorrow."

Man gives woman a bleached bone,

She hides it beneath her skirt, sobbing

"I am yours."

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