As only true greatness does
He offered the power of flight
To those who, like him,
Had flight within themselves.
In the end, it is always
A matter of belief. Always.
(wordplay with Majestie, by David Teems)
As only true greatness does
He offered the power of flight
To those who, like him,
Had flight within themselves.
In the end, it is always
A matter of belief. Always.
(wordplay with Majestie, by David Teems)
He was a writer of rare genius
He wrote thirty-seven plays
And one hundred and fifty-four sonnets
He was gay
He was not from Stratford-upon-Avon
‘William Shakespeare’ was a pseudonym
The world may be a stage, and Life a mocking jest
But after Time has put your Work to the test
Who really gives a toss about all the rest?!
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
Let Shakespeare compare his love to a summer’s day
Your worth can only be appreciated on a winter’s night
White snow, black ice, cold winds cannot hold sway
Your warm, warm body wrapped around mine so tight;
When you move the world stops to stare
You give me strength – and make me weak
Flowers are fair, diamonds are rare
But you are unique.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.