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Perfect© by Felina Silver Robinson

A picturesque sunset
On a beach where no one knows your name
But they treat you just the same
Everyone’s like family only having nice things to say
Begging you to stay to lift a glass at the end of the day
To cheer on new friendships and to be grateful for life and all its gifts
You’re never alone but can leave when you want to no excuses needed
Space and time enough for all
The only wish is for every day to be just like this

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You Are My Person© by Felina Silver Robinson

There is only one person I would turn to
One person I would share my deepest darkest secrets with
One person who could hold me up when I can no longer stand
The one with whom I feel no shame
I can take off my scarf and my lack of hair doesn’t turn you away
You pick me up when I’m at my lowest low
And I’m more than proud  and happy that “you are my person”
Through thick and thin and for better or for worse in good times and bad

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There’s No One Better Than You© by Felina Silver Robinson

There’s no one better than you
When the chips are down
When there’s no one else around
When the good times go bad
When the days a downer and we need a rebounder
When thick and thin has grown into sin
And there’s nothing left to do but begin again
There’s none better than you

Note to my new readers: About my “Poem Bursts” – I give myself 30 seconds to one minute, and then write what comes to mind. This is a fun writing exercise I give myself to come up with something different from what I might usually write. I hope you enjoy the outcome.


Tack About (v.)

Tack About means to change course or to run against the wind. It was sited in Shakespeare’s The Two  Noble Kinsmen (TNK III.iv.10 [Gaoler's Daughter alone speaks of a ship] Up with a course or two, and tack about.)

Constance


Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Winter’s Tale

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ACT IV. SCENE III.—The same. A Shepherd’s Cottage.

There is no other way but to tell the king she’s

a changeling, and none of your flesh and blood.

Shep. Nay, but hear me.

Clo. Nay, but hear me.

Shep. Go to, then.

Clo. She being none of your flesh and blood,

your flesh and blood has not offended the king;

and so your flesh and blood is not to be pun-

ished by him. Show those things you found

about her; those secret things,—all but what

she has with her: this being done, let the law

go whistle; I warrant you.

Shep. I will tell the king all, every word,—

yea, an his son’s pranks too; who, I may say,

is no honest man neither to his father nor to

me, to go about to make me the king’s brother-

in-law.

Clo. Indeed, brother-in-law was the furthest

off you could have been to him; and then your

blood had been the dearer by I know how much

an ounce.

Aut. Very wisely, puppies!                       [Aside.

Shep. Well, let us to the king: there is that

in this fardel will make him scratch his beard!

Aut. I know not what impediment this com-

plaint may be to the flight of my master. [Aside.

Clo. Pray heartily he be at palace.

Aut. Though I am not naturally honest, I

am so sometimes by chance. Let me pocket up

my pedlar’s excrement. [Aside, and takes off his

false beard.]—How now, rustics! whither are

you bound?

Shep. To the palace, an it like your worship.

Aut. Your affairs there, what, with whom,

the condition of that fardel, the place of your

dwelling, your names, your ages, of what hav-

ing, breeding, and anything that is fitting to be

known? discover.

Clo. We are but plain fellows, sir.

Aut. A lie; you are rough and hairy. Let me

have no lying; it becomes none but tradesmen,

and they often give us soldiers that lie: but we

pay them for it with stamped coin, not stabbing

steel; therefore they do not give us the lie.

Clo. Your worship had like to have given us

one, if you had not taken yourself with the

manner.

Shep. Are you a courtier, an’t like you, sir?

Aut.  Whether it like me or no, I am a

courtier. Seest thou not the air of the court in

these enfoldings? hath my gait in it the

measure of the court? receives not thy nose

court-odour from me? reflect I not on thy base-

ness court-contempt? Thinkest thou, for that

I insinuate, or toze from thee thy business, I

am therefore no courtier? I am courtier cap-

a-pé; and one that will either push on or pluck

back thy business there: whereupon I com-

mand thee to open thy affair.

Shep. My business, sir, is to the king.

Aut. What advocate hast thou to him?

Shep. I know not, an’t like you

Clo. Advocate’s the court=word for a phea-

sant, say you have none.

(On 10/22/14 – Join me for the continuation of “The Winter’s Tale”,

ACT IV. SCENE III—The same. A Shepherd’s Cottage.


Frost© by Felina Silver Robinson

Frost
The line between the warmth and cold
The reminder that winters on its way
A feeling that is sometimes welcomed when overheated from a run
But can be dangerous when you are unredressed
Frost can keep you awake but also has the power to knock you out
Frost
It’s a cool light coating
Packing more strength than you know
Frost is a silent killer of crops and plants
There are all types of frosts
There’s white frost, black frost, window frost and advection frost
Then you have to deal with its dew point
The atmospheric icing
Desublimation and the frost point
Don’t forget the liquid phase, the crystals
Water vapor, the supercooled droplets

Frost, sometimes visible sometimes invisible
Always cold and lingering just like love

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Hanging On the Love Line© by Felina Silver Robinson

You called me on the phone, I answered but I’m speechless
You pour out all the loving words you can muster
But I just sit on my sofa staring out into the open
With no expression or emotions
Listening to the same old same old has run me down
So they can see each other’s faces as they talk
Hanging on the love line is getting more than old
What a welcome comfort to know that within a circle
I don’t know how many times I’ve been told
That this is the last time I will need forgive your cheating ways
Everyone deserves better days
So I’m getting off of this love line
Because I know that there is something more in store for me
So keep your love line for the next one in line
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Cheated Out Of Life© by Felina Silver Robinson

There once was a girl who never asked for much
But like every other kid she wanted to be noticed
She yearned to be loved and cared for
Like all the other members of her family
This is no Cinderella story
But it’s a truly unforgettable piece
She worked so hard day and night
Bud never did it please her
She never felt she had a house or a home for
Her parents never gave her any attention
Except when school called wanting to suspend her
All she did was nod off in class due to endless sleepless days
She didn’t want to close her eyes for fear she might be abandoned
An unloved child turned to the streets drinking smoking and using drugs
Anger built up striking out at innocent people before her
A stint in jail proves to be too much
She now her life has lost value and she wants to end it
We pray for her now as she lies lifeless
Body shaking and mind empty
We all stand by waiting for word wishing she had a chance at life
Instead she was cheated
Never having a job she could be proud of
Or the chance to marry the man she truly loved
No babies, no memories to carry forward
A life she wishes she could do over again

Note to my new readers: About my “Poem Bursts” – I give myself 30 seconds to one minute, and then write what comes to mind. This is a fun writing exercise I give myself to come up with something different from what I might usually write. I hope you enjoy the outcome.


Lamentable (adj.)

Lamentable means sorrowful, mournful, or sad. It was sited in Shakespeare’s King John (KL III.i.22 [Constance asks Salisbury] Why holds thine eye that lamentable rheum.)

Constance


Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Winter’s Tale

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ACT IV. SCENE III.—The same. A Shepherd’s Cottage.

Flo. Despatch, I pr’ythee.

Aut. Indeed, I have had earnest; but I can-

not with conscience take it.

Cam. Unbuckle, unbuckle.—

[FLO. and AUTOL. exchange garments.

Fortunate mistress,—let my prophecy

Come home to you!—you must retire yourself

Into some covert; take your sweetheart’s hat,

And pluck it o’er your brows; muffle your face;

Dismantle you; and, as you can, disliken

The truth of your own seeming; that you

may,—

For I do fear eyes over,—to shipboard

Get undescried.

Per.                   I see the play so lies

That I must bear a part.

Cam.                              No remedy.—

Have you done there?

Flo.                    Should I now meet my father,

He would not call me son.

Cam. Nay, you shall have no hat.—

[Giving it to PERDITA.

Come, lady, come.—Farewell, my friend.

Aut. Adieu, sir.

Flo. O Perdita, what have we twain forgot?

Pray you, a word.         [They converse apart.

Cam. What I do next, shall be to tell the

king                                              [Aside.

Of this escape, and whither they are bound;

Wherein, my hope is, I shall so prevail

To force him after: in whose company

I shall review Sicilia; for whose sight

I have a woman’s longing.

Flo.                                   Fortune speed us!—

Thus we set on, Camillo, to the sea-side.

Cam. The swifter speed the better.

[Exeunt FLOR., PER., and CAM.

Aut. I understand the business,—I hear it:

to have an open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble

hand, is necessary for a cut-purse; a good nose

is requisite also, to smell out work for the other

senses. I see this is the time that the unjust

man doth thrive. What an exchange had this

been without boot? what a boot is here with

this exchange? Sure, the gods do this year con-

nive at us, and we may do anything extempore,.

The prince himself is about a piece of iniquity,

—stealing away from his father with his clog

at his heels: if I thought it were a piece of hon-

esty to acquaint the king withal, I would not

do’t: I hod it the more knavery to conceal it;

and therein am I constant to my profession.

Re-enter Clown and Shepherd.

Aside, aside;—here is more matter for a hot

brain: every lane’s end, every shope, church,

session, hanging, yields a careful man work.

Clo. See. see: what a man you are now!

(On 10/21/14 – Join me for the continuation of “The Winter’s Tale”,

ACT IV. SCENE III—The same. A Shepherd’s Cottage.


Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Winter’s Tale

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ACT IV. SCENE III.—The same. A Shepherd’s Cottage.

Re-enter AUTOLYCUS.

Aut. Ha, ha! what a fool Honesty is! and

Trust, his sworn brother, a very simple gentle-

man! I have sold all my trumpery; not a

counterfeit stone, not a riand, glass, poman-

der, brooch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape,

glove, shoe-tie, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep my

pack from fasting;—they throng who should

buy first, as if my trinkets had been hallowed,

and brought a benediction to the buyer: by

which means I saw whose purse was best in

picture; and what I saw, to my good use I re-

membered. My clown (who wants but some-

thing to be a reasonable man) grew so in love

with the wenches’ song that he would not stir

his pettitoes till he had both tune and words;

which so drew the rest of the herd to me, that

all their other senses stuck in ears: you might

have pinched a placket,—it was senseless; ’twas

nothing to geld a codpiece of a purse; I would

have filed keys off that hung in chains: no hear-

ing, no feeling, but my sir’s song, and admiring

the nothing of it. So that, in this time of

lethargy, I picked and  cut most of their festival

purses; and scared my choughs from the chaff, I

had not left a purse alive in the whole army.

[CAM., FLO., and PER. come forward.

Cam. Nay, but my letters, by this means

being there

So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doublt.

Flo. And those that you’ll procure from king

Leontes,—

Cam. Shall satisfy your father.

Per.                                      Happy be you!

All that you speak shows fair.

Cam.                               Who have we here?—

[Seeing AUTOLYCUS.

We’ll make an instrument of this; omit

Nothing may give us aid.

Aut. If they have overheard e now,—why,

hanging.                                          [Aside.

Cam. How now, good fellow! why shakest

thou so? Fear not, man; here’s nobody will

steal that from thee: yet, for the outside of thy

poverty, we must make an exchange; therefore,

discase thee instantly,—thou must think there’s

a necessity in’t,—and change garments with

this gentleman: though the pennyworth on his

side be the worst, yet hold thee, there’s some

boot.                                          [Giving money.

(On 10/20/14 – Join me for the continuation of “The Winter’s Tale”,

ACT IV. SCENE III—The same. A Shepherd’s Cottage.