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My ThrowBack Thursday

Poem of the Day #2

(08/21/14)

Nana’s Living Room

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In Nana’s Living Room

everything so perfect

Shiny and New

Neatly kept and in its place

A piano

begging to be played

No dust

No scratches

Perfectly placed

Fancy chairs and end Tables

Lead crystal bowls

Crystal lamps

When I walked upon the

Baby blue plush carpet

I felt like a princess

Walking to her throne

Right here in my Nana’s Living Room

Copyright 2014

Nana’s Living Room©

Felina Silver Robinson


My ThrowBack Thursday

Poem of the Day #1 of 2

(08/21/14)

Naming Day

Alicia's Christening 1990

Early Sunday Morning

When the sky was a fluffy baby blue

You could see clearly til the next day

No seats left to fill

Family and friends from near and far

Gathered closely to hear me named

It was my “Christening Day”

The day I was named before all who cared

All dressed in white

Alert as could be

Ready and willing

Understanding nothing

But accepting all that came

Bouncy and nervous

Laughing then crying

Prayers and blessings

Being passed about

To and from

All those that will guide me

My heart became open to all that would come ahead of me

My head fully anointed

Greeted by all

Then the celebration began

Glad to be among all who celebrate me

On the day that I was named me, again

Before the lord

Copyright 2014

Naming Day©

Felina Silver Robinson


Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Taming of the Shrew

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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

ACT I.

SCENE I.—PADUA. A public Place.

Tra. [Advancing.] I pray, sir, tell me,—

is it possible

That love should of a sudden take such hold?

Luc. O Tranio, till I found it to be true,

I never thought it possible or likely;

But see! while idly I stood looking on

I found the effect of love in idleness:

And now in plainness do confess to thee,—

That art to me as secret and as dear

As Anna to the Queen of Carthage was,—

Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,

If I achieve not this young modest girl:

Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst;

Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.

Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now;

Affection is not rated from the heart; [so,—

If love have touch’d you, nought remains but

Redtime te capium quam queas minimo.

Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward; this con-

tents:

The rest will comfort, for thy counsel’s sound.

Tra. Master, you look’d so longly on the

maid,

Perhaps you mark’d not what’s the pith of all.

Luc. O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face,

Such as the daughter of Agenor had,    [hand,

That made great Jove to humble him to her

When with his knees he kiss’d the cretan

strand.

Tra. Saw you no more? mark’d you not how

her sister

Began to scold, and raise up such a storm,

That mortal ears might hardly endure the din?

Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move,

And with her breath she did perfume the air;

Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.

Tra. Nay, then, ’tis time to stir him from

his trance.

I pray, awake, sir. If you love the maid,

Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus

it stands:—

Her eldest sister is so curst and shrewd

That, till the father rid his hands of her,

Master, your love must live a maid at home;

And therefore has he closely mew’d her up,

Because she will not be annoy’d with suitors.

Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father’s he!

But art thou not advis’d he took some care

To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct

her?                                      [plotted.

Tra. Ay, marry, am I, sir: and now ’tis

Luc. I have it, Tranio

Tra.                        Master, for my hand,

Both our inventions meet and jump in one.

Luc. Tell me thine first.

Tra.                    You will be schoolmaster,

And undertake the teaching of the maid:

That’s your device.

Luc.                          It is: may it be done?

Tra. Not possible; for who shall bear your

part,

And be in Padua here Vincentio’s son;

Keep house, and ply his book; welcome his

friends;

Visit his countrymen and banquet them?

Luc. Basta; content thee; for I have it full.

We have not yet been seen in any house;

Nor can we  be distinguished by our faces

For man or master: then it follows thus:—

Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead,

Keep house, and port, and servants, as I should:

I will some other be; some Florentine,

Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pisa.

T’is hatch’d, and shall be so:—Tranio, at once.

Uncase thee; take my colour’d hat and cloak:

When Biondello comes he waits on thee;

But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.

Tra. So you had need.

[They exchange habits.

In brief, then, sir, sith it your pleasure is,

And I am tied to be obedient,—

For so your father charg’d me at our parting;

Be serviceable to my son, quoth he,

Although, I think, ’twas in another sense,—

I am content to be Lucentio,

Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves:

And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid

Whose sudden sight hath thrall’d my wounded

eye.

Here comes the rogue.

Enter BIONDELLO.

Sirrah, where have you been?

Bion. Where have I been? Nay, how now!

where are you?

Master, has my fellow Tranio stolen your

clothes?

Or you stolen his? or both? pray, what’s the

news?

Luc. Sirrah, come hither; ’tis no time to jest,

And therefore frame your manners to the time.

Your fellow Tranio here, to save my life,

Puts my apparel and my countenance on,

And I for my escape have put on his;

For in a quarrel, since I came ashore,

I kill’d a man, and fear I was descried.

Wait yo on him, I charge you, as becomes,

While I make way from hence to save my life:

You understand me?

Bion.                   I, sir! ne’er a whit.

Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth;

Tranio is chang’d into Lucentio.

Bion. The better for him; would I were so

too!

Tra. So could I, faith, boy, to have the next

wish after,—                       [daughter.

That Lucentio indeed had Baptista’s youngest

But, sirrah,—not for my sake, but your mas-

ter’s, I advise                  [companies:

You use your manners discretely in all kind of

When I am alone, why, the I am Tranio;

But in all places else, your master Lucentio.

Luc. Tranio, let’s go:—

One thing more rests, that thyself execute,—

To make one among these wooers. If thou ask

my why,—

Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and

weighty.                           [Exeunt.

[1 Serv. My lord, you nod; you do not mind

the play.

Sly. Yes, by Saint Anne do I. A good matter,

surely; comes there any more of it?

Page. My lord, 'tis but begun.

Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work,

madam lady; would 'twere done!]

(On 8/22/14 – Join me for the continuation of “The Taming of the Shrew”,

We will begin ACT I. SCENE II.—The same. Before HORTENSIO’s House.)

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My Poem of the Day

(08/20/14)

Sunglasses

When I wear my sunglasses no one sees all that I see

I spot a mother crying on the park bench

When her lost child is safely returned to her by the park ranger

I spot a purse snatcher trip by a boy playing with his dog

I guess the snatcher now knows better than to try that again

I spot a man bent down on one knee with his girl’s hand in his sliding a ring on her finger

While passersby stand teary eyed

I spot a teacher grading papers while enjoying a picnic

And a squirrel wandering off with various items laying about

I spot a father and son flying kites high in the sky

Til the wind comes and carries them away

I see the sky start to darken and the rain starts a falling

And suddenly everyone sent scurrying

Now there’s nothing left to see through rose-tinted glasses

copyright 2014

Sunglasses©

Felina Silver Robinson

Corey Hart – Sunglasses At Night

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Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Taming of the Shrew

==========

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

ACT I.

SCENE I.—PADUA. A public Place.

Enter LUCENTIO and TRANIO.

Luc. Tranio, since for the great desire I had

To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,

I am arriv’d for fruitful Lombardy,

The pleasant garden of great Italy;

And, by my father’s love and leave, am arm’d

With his good-will and thy good company,

My trusty servant, well approv’d in all;

Here let us breathe, and haply institute

A course of learning and ingenious studies.

Pisa, renowned for grave citizens

Gave me my being, and my father first,

A merchant of great traffic through the world,

Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii.

Vincentio’s son, brought up in Florence,

It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiv’d,

To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds:

And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study,

Virtue, and that treats of happiness

By virtue specially to be achiev’d.

Tell me thy mind; for I have Pisa left,

And am to Padua come, as he that leaves

A shallow plash to plunge him in the deep,

And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.

Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine,

I am in all affected as yourself;

Glad that you thus continue your resolve

To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.

Only, good master, while we do admire

This virtue and this moral discipline,

Let’s be no stoics nor no stocks, I pray;

Or so devote to Aristotle’s ethics

As OVid be an outcast quite abjur’d:

Balk logic with acquaintance that you have,

And practise rhetoric in your common talk;

Music and poesy use to quicken you;

The mathematics and the metaphysics,

Fall to them as you find your stomach serves

you;

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta’en:

In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou ad-

vise.

If Biondello now were come ashore

We could at once put us in readiness,

And take a lodging fit to entertain

Such friends as time in Padua shall beget.

But stay awhile: what company is this?

Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to

town.

Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GREMIO,

and HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRANIO

stand aside.

Bap. Gentleman, impórtune me no further,

For how I firmly am resolv’d you know;

That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter

Before I have a husband for the elder

If either of you both love Katharina,

Because I know you well and love you well,

Leave shall you have to court her at your

pleasure.

Gre. To cart her rather: she’s too rough for

me.—

There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife?

Kath. [To BAP.] I pray you, sir, is to your will

To make a stale of me amongst these mates?

Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no

mates for you,

Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.

Kath. I’ faith, sir, you shall never need to

fear;

I wis it is not half-way to her heart;

But if it were, doubt not her care should be

To comb your noddle with a three-legg’d stool,

And paint your face, and use you like a fool.

Hor. From all such devils, good Lord deliver

us!

Gre. And me too, good Lord!

Tra. Hush master! here is some good pas-

time toward;

That wench is stark mad or wonderful fro-

ward.

Luc. But in the other’s silence do I see

Maid’s mild behaviour and sobriety.

Peace, Tranio!                               [your fill.

Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze

Bap. Gentleman, that I may soon make good

What I have said,—Bianca, get you in:

And let it not displease thee, good Bianca;

For I will love thee ne’er the less, my girl.

Kath. A pretty peat! it is best

Put finger in the eye,—an she knew why.

Brian. Sister, content you in my discon-

tent.—

Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe:

My books and instruments shall be my com-

pany,

On them to look, and practise by myself.

Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou mayst hear Mi-

nerva speak.                        [Aside.

Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange?

Sorry am I that our good-will effects

Bianca’s grief.

Gre.          Why will you mew her up,

Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell,

And make her bear the penance of her tongue?

Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv’d:—

Go in, Bianca:—                         [Exit BIANCA.

And for I know she taketh most delight

In music, instruments, and poetry,

Schoolmasters will I keep within my house

Fit to instruct her youth.—If you, Hortensio,

Or, Signior Gremio, you,—know any such,

Prefer them hither; for to cunning men

I will be very kind, and liberal

To mine own children in good bringing-up:

And so, farewell. Katharina, you may stay;

For I have more to commune with Bianca.

[Exit.

Kath. Why, and I trust I may go too, may I

not?                                      [belike,

What! shall I be appointed hours; as though,

I knew not what to take and what to leave? Ha!

[Exit

Gre. You may go to the devil’s dam; your

gifts are so good here is none will hold you.

Their love is not so great, Hortensio, but we

may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly

out; our cake’s dough on both sides. Farewell;

—yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I

can by any means light on a fit man to teach

her that wherein she delights, I will wish him to

her father.

Hor. So will I, Signior Gremio; but a word, I

pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet

never brooked parle, know now, upon advice,

it toucheth us both–that we may yet again

have access to our fair mistress, and be happy

rivals in Bianca’s love—to labour and effect one

thing specially.

Gre. What’s that, I pray?                   [sister.

Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her

Gre. A husband! a devil.

Hor. I say, a husband.

Gre. I say, a devil. Thinkest thou, Hor-

tensio, though her father be very rich, any man

is so very a fool to be married to hell?

Hor. Tush, Gremio, though it pass your

patience and mine to endure her loud alarums,

why, man, there be good fellows in the world,

an a man, there be good fellows in the world,

with all faults and money enough.

Gre. I cannot tell; but I had a slief take her

dowry with this condition,—to be whipped at

the high-cross every morning.

Hor. Faith, as you say, there’s small choice

in rotten apples. But, come; since this bar in

law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth

friendly maintained, till, by helping Baptista’s

eldest daughter to a husband, we set his

youngest free for a husband, and then have to’t

afresh.—Sweet Bianca!—Happy man be his

dole! He that runs fastest gets the ring.

How say you, Signior Gremio?

Gre. I am agreed: and would I had given

him the best horse in Padua to begin his woo-

ing, that would thoroughly  woo her, wed her,

and bed her, and rid the house of her. Come

on.                            [Exeunt GRE. and HOR.

(On 8/21/14 – Join me for the continuation of “The Taming of the Shrew”,

We will continue ACT I. SCENE I.—Padula. A public Place.)

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Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Taming of the Shrew

==========

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

ACT I.

SCENE I.—PADUA. A public Place.

Enter LUCENTIO and TRANIO.

Luc. Tranio, since for the great desire I had

To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,

I am arriv’d for fruitful Lombardy,

The pleasant garden of great Italy;

And, by my father’s love and leave, am arm’d

With his good-will and thy good company,

My trusty servant, well approv’d in all;

Here let us breathe, and haply institute

A course of learning and ingenious studies.

Pisa, renowned for grave citizens

Gave me my being, and my father first,

A merchant of great traffic through the world,

Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii.

Vincentio’s son, brought up in Florence,

It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiv’d,

To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds:

And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study,

Virtue, and that treats of happiness

By virtue specially to be achiev’d.

Tell me thy mind; for I have Pisa left,

And am to Padua come, as he that leaves

A shallow plash to plunge him in the deep,

And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.

Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine,

I am in all affected as yourself;

Glad that you thus continue your resolve

To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.

Only, good master, while we do admire

This virtue and this moral discipline,

Let’s be no stoics nor no stocks, I pray;

Or so devote to Aristotle’s ethics

As OVid be an outcast quite abjur’d:

Balk logic with acquaintance that you have,

And practise rhetoric in your common talk;

Music and poesy use to quicken you;

The mathematics and the metaphysics,

Fall to them as you find your stomach serves

you;

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta’en:

In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou ad-

vise.

If Biondello now were come ashore

We could at once put us in readiness,

And take a lodging fit to entertain

Such friends as time in Padua shall beget.

But stay awhile: what company is this?

Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to

town.

Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GREMIO,

and HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRANIO

stand aside.

Bap. Gentleman, impórtune me no further,

For how I firmly am resolv’d you know;

That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter

Before I have a husband for the elder

If either of you both love Katharina,

Because I know you well and love you well,

Leave shall you have to court her at your

pleasure.

Gre. To cart her rather: she’s too rough for

me.—

There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife?

Kath. [To BAP.] I pray you, sir, is to your will

To make a stale of me amongst these mates?

Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no

mates for you,

Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.

Kath. I’ faith, sir, you shall never need to

fear;

I wis it is not half-way to her heart;

But if it were, doubt not her care should be

To comb your noddle with a three-legg’d stool,

And paint your face, and use you like a fool.

Hor. From all such devils, good Lord deliver

us!

Gre. And me too, good Lord!

Tra. Hush master! here is some good pas-

time toward;

That wench is stark mad or wonderful fro-

ward.

Luc. But in the other’s silence do I see

Maid’s mild behaviour and sobriety.

Peace, Tranio!                               [your fill.

Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze

Bap. Gentleman, that I may soon make good

What I have said,—Bianca, get you in:

And let it not displease thee, good Bianca;

For I will love thee ne’er the less, my girl.

Kath. A pretty peat! it is best

Put finger in the eye,—an she knew why.

(On 8/20/14 – Join me for the continuation of “The Taming of the Shrew”,

We will continue ACT I. SCENE I.—Padula. A public Place.)

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My Poem of the Day

(08/19/14)

Your Love

Your love

Lifts me up and brings me down

Turns me inside out and backwards

It makes me pull my hair out

It makes me scream and shout

It makes me sleep

It keeps me awake

It makes me laugh

It makes me cry

Sometimes I find myself wondering why

I hold on to a love that makes me ache

Then I realize because

There is no one else

That can make me feel the way that you do

The emptiness that once live inside of me

Has finally slipped away

Every part of me feels alive

I now have you and our life ahead

To look forward to

For the rest of our days

Thank you for

Your Love

Copyright 2014

Your Love©

Felina Silver Robinson


My Poem of the Day

(08/18/14)

This Place I Call Home

At Night when the streets are dimly lit

I walk hesitantly in the middle of the street

Fearful of who or what might lurk within the darkness

I pick up the pace

My breathing gets heavier and heavier

I hear screams in the distance

But maybe they’re not so distant after all

A car drives by and the muffler pops

Sounding just like a gunshot

I run for cover into the next

Set of bushes

Til the car passes and I see no bodies left for all to see

Once the street is left quiet again

I continue my walk home

I’m shaking and my teeth are shattering

I’m thinking to myself as I walk the street

My neighborhood is rated one of the safest around

But in the darkness of the night

Every street looks the same

Those things you can’t see

Are the things that can hurt you

When it’s dark outside

No one wants to open their doors

No one wants to remember when the police come knocking

At their door

But in the light of day

Everyone’s friendly

They shake each others hands

No screaming aside from the kids at play

Happiness is here for the day

So there’s a rush to do

All that needs to be done

Before the night falls again

Here in this place I call home

Copyright 2014

Here In This Place I Call Home©

Felina Silver Robinson

@FelinaSilver


Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Taming of the Shrew

==========

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

SCENE,—Sometimes in PADUA, and sometimes in PETRUCHIO’S House in the Country.

INDUCTION.

SCENE II.(cont’d)—A Bedchamber in the Lord’s House.

Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good

amends.

All. Amen.

Sly. I thank thee: thou shalt not lose by it.

Enter the Page as a lady, with Attendants.

Page. How fares my noble lord?      [enough.

Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer

Where is my wife?

Page. Here, noble lord: what is thy will with

her?

Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me

husband?                                [man.

My men should call me lord: I am your good-

Page. My husband and my lord, my lord

and husband;

I am your wife in all obedience.

Sly. I know it well.—What must I call her?

Lord. Madam.

Sly. Al’ce madam, or Joan madam?

Lord. Madam, and nothing else: so lords

call ladies.                        [dream’d,

Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have

And slept above some fifteen year or more.

Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto

me,

Being all this time abandoned from your bed.

Sly. ‘Tis much.—Servants, leave me and

her alone.—

Madam, undress you, and come now to bed.

Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of

you

To pardon me yet for a night or two;

Or, if not so, until the sun be set:

For your physicians have expressly charg’d,

In peril to incur your former malady,

That I should yet absent me from your bed:

I hope this reason stands for my excuse.

Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly

tarry so long. But I would be loath to fall into

my dreams again: I will therefore tarry, in

despite of the flesh and the blood.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. Your honour’s players, hearing your

amendment,

Are come to play a pleasant comedy;

For so your doctors hold it very meet,

Seeing too much sadness hath congeal’d your

blood,

And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy:

Therefore they thought it good you hear a play,

And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,

Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens

life.

Sly. Marry, I will; let them play it. Is not a

commonty a Christmas gambol or a tumbling-

trick?                                                  [stuff.

Page. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing

Sly. What, household stuff?

Page. It is a kind of history.

Sly. Well, we’ll see’t. Come, madam wife, sit

by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne’er

be younger.                             [They sit down.

(On 8/19/14 – Join me for the continuation of “The Taming of the Shrew”,

We begin ACT I. SCENE I.—Padula. A public Place.)

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My Poem of the Day

(08/17/14)

A Wish for More Time

I haven’t seen you lately

But my thoughts are always with you

Each day that passes I wish there were more hours in the day

I wish there weren’t so many miles between us

I wish I had spent more time telling you all the things I’ve wanted to say

Now there is no chance for you to know all I had to share

I find myself wondering if you could have ever known

All that I felt for you

All the times I remember

All the days I was thankful to have you in my life

Thankful for all you had done

If I tell you now will you hear me

Will you forgive me for not telling you sooner

Will you watch over me

Will I get to see you again some day

Oh, how I wish I had more time to say all I wanted to say

And to hold you close again

Copyright 2014

A Wish for More Time©

Felina Silver Robinson