Come, Live Without Me Masterman After Christopher Marlowe Come Live With Me And Be My Love - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
Master man who’d master be,
And forage for eternity
Sowing here to garner later?
Take pleasures now, for hot potater
Existence often proves: few see
Rare luck with love keep company.
MAy’s promise palls for Time, the traitor,
Nabs from the shelf self-willed testator.
Marlowe wrote “Come marry me
And be my love, I’ll make for thee
Slippers for cold nights, I’ll cater
To mad desires, none fires have greater”
Except hark Raleigh, scornfully:
“Remain with you? Unless you’ll free
MAn from mortality’s deflator,
Name not the day, prevaricator! ”
Mulled vintage wine or herbal tea
Are welcome to two lovers free,
Stand in good stead, but wed, Fate bater?
The itch comes soon to thin ice skater.
Envy unthreads expectancy,
Regret treads on love’s toes, who’d flee.
MAgic lantern love’s creator
Near always fires volcano crater!
Merry, blithe, beneath the sun
And dance to fairy tales fine spun
Seems tempting at first sight, but light
Turns dark when Jack Frost walks by night.
Ends aren’t romantic, once day’s done
Rare are shared greetings! Everyone
MArks but a ‘pas de deux’ then flight,
No encore, second Spring’s delight.
Most optimists their deadlines shun,
Are helpless when Time’s trap is sprung,
So marry you, true beauty’s sight,
Today may lack in second-sight.
Enchanting grasses, scarce begun,
Recede, like hairlines. Life’s conundrum
MAny tackle, success seems slight,
None are re[t]urned to fly fresh kite.
Morn to mourn gives way, Man’s plight,
As fright oft follows stars’ fast flight,
Shows one last fight as shadow run
That stems sad sojourn sparing none.
Empathy we seek despite
Reminders of most’s marriage blight,
MAke hay while sun shines, honey bun,
No need for cont[r]act set to stun.
Much talk of realms enchanted may
Allay the soul in passing way,
Soothe despondency, despair,
Tame wild loneliness and care.
Efforts rewarded? Many say
Risks two-edge sworded tempt to stray!
MAid maintaining dreams too fair.
No mean task seems, and, so beware,
Muck raked turns sods God’s feet of clay
Are often found, unsound are they,
Self worship, squandering hot air,
To burning Bush reply as Blair!
Emancipate, I won’t obey
Regardless, other options weigh:
MAndated happiness prepare,
Natural, mutual, welfare.
Marry? Above? Below? Compare
All who their precious troths would swear!
Stay single, share from day to day
True joys with those who come your way.
Extract no promises they wear,
Rebound, unsound ends each affair.
MAstered by none, new interplay
Now waits, chance challenge! End of play.
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