Sonnet Stimulation Shakespeare Survivalist 1.4 Poem by Tom Navarro

Sonnet Stimulation Shakespeare Survivalist 1.4



Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
William Shakespeare

Love is the Seasons of the Sun
They arrive with regularity
The rain tap-dancing on our aluminum roofing
We hug each other with clarity
Or the snow clothes white the sun
Our conjoined steps brown leaves clearing
Hands that hold smooth now wrinkled later
Because really we have nowhere to go
We have only each other to think of
While others follow infidelity to the letter
Memories are like wine bought now drunk later
Life's too short to be a fool of Y.O.L.O.
End story ego too big and now solo
Spring on me that smile of false teeth jingling
In the park in Church or a jet plane seat
Always our minds will meet
As the great Bard tweets repenting of the wrong ways
Before the stern advise about his bones.

Sunday, April 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 19 April 2015

A well written piece, Tom

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