Herschel Grynspan spoke the words of all who suffer in a strange land because of hate and fear, discrimination and prejudice, race and gender, and envy. Compare his plea to those of Shylock in Sha…
Source: Herschel Grynspan’s and Shakespeare’s plea for humanity
It seemed a good idea at the time.But the timing was wrong.Shakespeare was my boyfriend’s friend.To be honest he was a cat.So to preserve my modesty I slept with the cat and not the boyfriend.Just another natural disaster in every day life.
Still,a cat has eyes unlike a flea which is what I sleep with now;
I know only because it bites me in the night!Possibly it was from the cat and became a multitude like my sins .which are mainly of omission.A few are cultivated and the rest grew like weeds.I feel such shame when I think of my life,sleeping with everything but a human being. Intimacy with moths does not contribute to literature or any other human undertaking and yet it saved a man from torment loving a woman with such a strange personality.So that is good.I also wrote a few plays
A midsummer night’s scream.
Julius seized me.
Richard the Blurred
King Fear
MacDuff,the pudding
Hamrent
Hamerous
Hams of old England.
Nymphs and Leopards.
Liebscreamsche
Nietzsche’s word was my father.
Who won the Bore?
England’s screaming peasants blend
Death ,where is thy King?
Foreigner’a rile us.
Boldlock the beloved
I made a few dollars selling myself to an owl
.Beyond that my life is herstory.
Can I get bail?I hope the judge is lenient
The summer heat of Monday disappeared
The brightness of the sky filled me with love
Winter is still closer than we feared
Now in the gale the trees of birds are cleared
Grey rain clouds will congregateI above
The summer heat of Monday disappeared
In a winter storm, I am not scared
I watch the channel of the soothing dove
Winter is still closer than we feared
I’m lonely, sitting restless in the chair
Even death can feel like a rebuff
The ardent heat of Monday disappeared
The trees are calmer now, as if they care.
I feel I ‘ve lived with anguish long enough
Darkness is still closer than we feared
The tress are sacred standing in the grove
A second is eternal in rheir love
The summer heat of Monday disappeared
Winter is much closer than we feared
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Poetry and Prose: Choosing the Right Words © 1997 by Dorothy E. Robbins   A good vocabulary, gained through reading good poetry and prose, enhances poetic expression This is a poetry column. Why would one discussing how to write good poetry encourage the readers to read good prose? Of course, we know that prose and poetry are closely related and parts of the language of every nation; both are means of communicating ideas and, obviously, one uses the same words for both. The conclusion is, therefore, that a well-read person has a larger vocabulary than one who reads little. This is not just a great asset, it is essential if one wants to write either prose or poetry and write it well. We want to see today how reading good prose helps one write good poetry – as well as discover through this how these two differ – as they very definitely do.If one has a large vocabulary, one can pick and choose to find just the right word. And choosing the right word can make a difference in several ways. For example, which word would you choose if you were creating a poem using one of the following lines?
Perhaps you would say that the word “weep” has a softer, more sympathetic sound. You might also realize that the alliteration between “weep” and “when” is pleasing to the ear and heart. Now, listen to the remainder of the poem and think how different it would have sounded if the word “cry” had been used. Note, also, other uses of alliteration that help to emphasize the ideas and lead one to the conclusion and climax at the end of the verse.
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How my heart sings 