A Passion for Writing...A Knowing How...

Who Speaks

words affect in many ways..

The voice that speaks within
The one we listen to
The one that guides us through our lives
Diversifies

As Marilyn did say
In her piece today
Who Speaks When You Write
The answer that she gave
Was herself...'tis I

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rWrI3Lezx7U

The same applies to me
I hear the voice within
Different it is for everyone
Mine I treasure lovingly

How to Describe

and so it is...

It guides me through so very much
Brings words for me to see
Place them upon a page I do
Off and running they become

Wondering what will turn up next
Or if it will
Never fails me
A gift it is indeed

People often ask me how
I do what I do so well
A knowing deep inside
Hard it is to describe

Factors

words come through

Having a good subject number one
Trusting yourself an important factor be
Allowing words to come on through
Is factor number two

The teachings I have come so well
To ponder on and know
Add much import to my writings
This you surely know

When you have studied
Studiously
Belief in what you think and do
Second nature doth become

Honouring self...

Passion is

I have studied this lifetime
And in others too
With writers of much note
Who taught me well

How to formulate
Put words together
Link sentences and such like
A master piece become

Important I think to honour self
Acknowledge all we do
Then the writer within
Comes forth to do some more
A passionate production all

Voices...

words sound become

Words have voice that speaks within
Tells you how to work and plan
So your piece written does become
A masterpiece of music sound

Not too many commas please
They the flow begin to squeeze
Taking meaning far away
Disrupting in so many ways

Ego or Acknowledgement

energies....

Those of you who disagree
Which is fine by me
Struggle gamely on
Trying hard to find a way
To make a piece enjoyable
Rarely do succeed

There is a vast difference
Twixt ego and acknowledgement
Two diverse energies indeed
One to heaven goes
The other lands down by your toes
Despair arriveth too

and so it is....

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The Works of William Shakespeare...and What We Do Today...

It Begins

from Shakespeare

Away away
Henry V did say
As into battle he did go
Storming walls of Honfleur
With many merry men

Shakespeare wrote all this
History of English monarchs too
Able he was to write on any subject
Just as I do

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AwsKgHKs-y8

Fantasy in Midsummer's NIght Dream
Murdering doings are Hamlet's theme
Merry Wives of Windsor
Strutting cross the stage
Men in women's clothing seen

History

another one

All this and more
He could well do
Mighty handle on words
Themes and knowledge too

I often wonder how he knew....

Some think a ghost writer he did have
Never this can be proved
For historical truth cannot be gleaned
No matter where you go

It really is of no import
His writings still with us
Who wrote them if not he
Long dead ....history

Order of the day

We are such...

Left to us brilliance
In word and deed
Few his knowledge can exceed
Masterly in every way

Out of no-thing could pluck words
Twist them
Shape them
Add unto
Till they became
Masterpieces of verse
A play for every season
Sonnets for every reason
Even for the queen

At Globe Theatre players performed
All men of course
Women not allowed on stage
Such was the order of that age
A very silly one!

Future .....

like this perhaps....

So what do we have today
In little playhouses around
Much mockery goes on
Really no different happenings
To what went on before

I wonder oft what will come
As through the years we go
Will books get burned
Or some such things
As has been done before

When just a few in power rule
Their dogma and their creed
Blared out for everyone to hear

Perhaps there will still be few of us
In secret we will write
And share the freedom of our words
With others willing to hear

Who knows.......