ROUND ONE: POETRY'S OPEN POST!!
Celebrate poetry in April 2012
It's expression...
Shakespeare starts it off..
Sonnet IV
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
And being frank she lends to those are free;
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
For having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive;
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which, used, lives th' executor to be.
[William Shakespeare]

Fantasy Knight
My Knight
I am waiting for my Knight
on a horse
To carry me off.
Mystic and wonderful knight.
The day breaks and my knight
has not yet arrived.
There in the field,
I picked daises
and recite
"He loves me, ...He loves me"
Never saying
"He loves me not!"
He loves me...
it's all I can say.
Then saying it again,
he takes my hand,
lifts me up,
carries me
to the horse where
we ride off into the
land of love...
Forever.
--MIISRAEL
WINNIESPOETRY 2002