my feeble stabs at prose...are not poetry at all and the words I assemble...one would never recall oft a dash of emotion might I dribble upon the nothing notions that I scribble creating dull thud scenarios for none to follow leading only to nowhere for my words are all hollow ....me
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls. Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed. .....william shakespeare
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
Pink piqued me....(I tried to credit the Bard in the author spot, but for some reason it won't appear aside mine at the top...oh well)
Wow I thought this was a total different write from you hedistuff but yes it is you as you do not claim it as your own for us that do not know all of shakespeare works, this one was great, thankyou for sharing. Hope you and yours are well.
Macduff5Newcastle, New South Wales AustraliaMar 5, 2012
Hi Hedi,
Yes, I recognise the allusion to Iago. Nicely done.
EarlgreyteaLimassol, CyprusMar 5, 2012
[creating dull thud scenarios for none to follow]
what a great phrase, loved it, thanks...
PinkpoetressClarksburg, West Virginia USAMar 5, 2012
Hedi, Thanks for sharing. We have missed you. Good to see you back.
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Yes, I recognise the allusion to Iago. Nicely done.
what a great phrase, loved it, thanks...
Thanks for sharing. We have missed you. Good to see you back.