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Self-Destruction©

Felina Silver Robinson

My Poem of the Day

(03/04/15)

The inside of a mind is quite fragile

When broken one can only become

Self-destructive

One can’t hear nor do they even try to listen

Anger gets in the way

Often ones only desire becomes revenge

Which means infliction of pain towards anyone in their way

Love hurts

Life hurts

Hearts sometime heal

Sometimes hearts don’t if the mind can’t/won’t allow it

Don’t get swept up in the art of self-destruction

The road is a lonely one, which often has no return


Copesmate (n.)

Copesmate means “companion, partner, familiar friend“.  Copesmate is cited in William Shakespeare’s play The Rape of Lucrece (Luc. 925) [Lucrece as if to tim] says: “Copesmate of ugly night”

The Story of Lucretia, an artistic and symbolic rendition of the event by Sandro Botticelli. In this detail of the center of the painting.

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Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

As You Like It

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

ACT III

SCENE I. A room in the palace.

Enter DUKE FREDERICK, OLIVER, Lords,

and Attendants.

Duke F. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be:

But were I not the better part made mercy,

I should not seek an absent argument

Of my revenge, thou present. But look to it:

Find out thy brother, wheresoe’er he is;

Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living

Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more

To seek a living in our territory.

Thy lands and all things that thou dost call thine

Worth seizure do we seize into our hands,

Till thou canst quit thee by thy brothers mouth

Of what we think against thee.

Oli. O that your highness knew my heart in this!

I never loved my brother in my life.

Duke F. More villain thou. Well, push him out of

doors;

And let my officers of such a nature

Make an extent upon his house and lands:

Do this expediently and turn him going.

Exeunt

SCENE II. The forest of Arden.

Enter ORLANDO, with a paper

Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my

love:                                             [survey

And thou, thrice-crowned queen of night,

With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere

above,                                           [sway.

Thy huntress’ name that my full life doth

O Ros.! these trees shall be my books

And in their barks my thoughts I’ll character;

That every eye which in this forest looks

Shall see thy virtue witness’d every where.

Run, run, Orlando; carve on every tree

The fair, the chaste and unexpressive she.

Exit

(On 3/05/15 – Join me in the continuation of Shakespeare’s 

“As You Like It”


Bittersweet Love Affair©

Felina Silver Robinson

My Poem of the Day

(03/03/15)

Bittersweet my is my love

For the man I pine away for

My lonely days and my lonely nights

Are filled with thoughts of grandeur

I’ve held my own for so long

That time no longer has a meaning

The colour of day blends into the colour of night

The sounds I hear ripple painfully through my

Aching bones

I won’t despair

Because I only care

For the moment that I know that you are nearing

My body awakens

At the idea of your presence

I’m suddenly alive and impatiently waiting

As I hear your footsteps slowly approaching

I can barely contain my excitement

You arrive

To stand by my side

And suddenly my world

Is on fire

There’s no longer a reason

For a bittersweet love affair


Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

As You Like It

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

ACT II

SCENE VII. another part of the Forest.

Duke S. Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy:

This wide and universal theatre

Presents more woeful pageants than the scene

Wherein we play in.

Jaq. All the world’s a stage,

And all the men and women merely players:

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.

And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Re-enter ORLANDO, with ADAM

Duke S. Welcome. Set down your venerable burthen,

And let him feed.

Orl. I thank you most for him.

Adam. So had you need:

I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.

Duke S. Welcome; fall to: I will not trouble you

As yet, to question you about your fortunes.

Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing.

SONG. Ami.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind.
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remember’d not.
Heigh-ho! sing, & c.

Duke S. If that you were the good Sir Rowland’s son,

As you have whisper’d faithfully you were,

And as mine eye doth his effigies witness

Most truly limn’d and living in your face,

Be truly welcome hither: I am the duke

That loved your father: the residue of your fortune,

Go to my cave and tell me. Good old man,

Thou art right welcome as thy master is.

Support him by the arm. Give me your hand,

And let me all your fortunes understand.

Exeunt

(On 3/03/15 – Join me in the continuation of Shakespeare’s 

“As You Like It”


Cullion (n.)

Cullion means “wretch, rascal, rogue“.  Cullion is cited in (3) of William Shakespeare’s plays including (Henry V, III.ii.21), (Henry VI, 6, P2, I.iii.38), My favorite being Taming of the Shrew (TS IV.ii.20) [Hortensio as Licio to Tranio as Lucentio, of Bianca courting Lucentio as Cambio]: “Such a one as muses a god of such Cullion.”

Female submissiveness

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Forever his, Forever hers©

Felina Silver Robinson

My Poem of the Day

(03/02/15)

There once was a boy who told me I was beautiful

My best friend was jealous and she said he would soon break my heart

Every time he came around

He didn’t want to leave me

Somehow she would always sit in between us

But he didn’t seem to care as long as our eyes could meet

We’d hold hands behind her back

We would cross our legs so our feet could meet

She finally decided she could no longer be bothered she walked away

Giving him a chance to hold me close

Almost inseparable

We parted for night was suddenly upon us

We carried on for 6 months

Till we decided we had to be together forever

She said it wouldn’t last

But we knew she just couldn’t be happy

For her heart had been broken more than a time or two

So before we could marry

We promised we’d find her, her own beloved

Someone who hold onto to her heart forever

So we took the time wandering both near and far

Till will came across the perfect man

To both our chagrin he seemed to appear much like my very own dear

So 6 months later a warm June day

We two couples stood amid the willows

Joined by the Minister who gladly wed us

We all walked off together into the sunset

Never to be seen by sadness again.