Tea with Shakespeare and you

A tea house on the avenue,
plays the blues with readings of poetry that fuels
The echo of words spat with froth,
succumbed by the silence of a poems pause

“And look upon myself, and curse my fate…”

Your eyes absorb the poets pain,
as mine embrace the curves of your lips
How sweet they must be,
imagine them, as sweet as honey

“Haply I think on thee, and then my state…”

Courage won the attempt to greet,
bittersweet this life in retreat
An oath made long ago,
to never love, in this, my time, as I go

“From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate…”

Thru’sonnets sung on lighted stage,
brings grief, as Hamlet had his rage
Should I be, what I chose to be,
or break this vow I promised me

“That then I scorn to change my state, with kings.”


quotes ~ sonnet xxix ~ Wm.Shakespeare


Blessed I would be,
to take but a single breath of my Juliet,
my sweet Juliet.

Her angel eyes shed,
the purest of tears,
their taste blends in both bitters
and the sweetest nectar.

A sword I would carry unsheathed,
at the ready,
to fight for the honor of my maidens hand,
and yes, to the death,
for what is love,
if not to die for a love given.

My Juliet, my sweet Juliet,
a flower that blooms through every season,
when colours change,
beauty is Juliet,
always my Juliet.

In autumns harvest,
fields cut short to the ground,
bare it lays dreaming through winters freeze,
but not my Juliet.

Her blossom holds true,
to stand above,
a blanket of white,
in faith we hold,
for an early spring,
for we know it will arrive,
the hope is the warmth of wishes made.

Not the sun,
not the moon
and not the stars,
that count all the times,
I Love You was said.

For it would,
encompass all the galaxies combined,
to muster a portion of the shine,
that is drawn from my eyes,
when they meet my Juliet,
my sweet Juliet.

Alas, the tragedy…

Where two are forever parted,
by walls built,
to keep apart.

Come my Juliet,
my sweet Juliet,
come to me, come,
for I shall wait where there exists nothing but love.

My lips crave,
the taste of you,
as death passes over,
into a swallow,
that it may set free,
this hardening heart,
that cannot live,
without you.

Come my Juliet,
my sweet Juliet,
come to me.


inspired by Romeo and Juliet ~ William Shakespeare