A Line of Shakespeare Poetry Contest The Society May 8, 2019 Culture, For Educators, From the Society, Humor, Poetry, Poetry Contests 73 Comments Write a short poem that begins with one line from any Shakespeare play or poem. The poem should be two to four lines in length. Post it in the comments section below under your full name and general area of residence (“Bob Smith, Denver, Colorado”). Two entries allowed per poet. When: Now until June 15, 2019 midnight EST. Winner Announced June 22, 2019. Who: Anyone in the world, any age or background, may participate. From within the Society, anyone, including Advisory Board Members, not involved in judging the contest may participate. (If you are outside the United States, you will have to have a PayPal account or a bank that accepts U.S. checks to receive the prize money if you win.) Prize: $100 Judge: Advisory Board Members who choose to participate Entry Fee: None Examples: Our first example and the idea for this contest comes from Joe Tessitore of New York City, who came up with this contest. Thank you, Joe! In the Toilet Brevity is the soul of wit, yet on my brains I choose to sit, long-winded, (here a pun, methinks!). Small wonder, then, such humor stinks! Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 73 Responses T.M. Moore, Vermont May 8, 2019 Your Pleasure My Delight (Sonnet 65) That in black ink my love may still shine bright, I keep revising, till I get it right. Then, meekly, I my verse to you recite: Your pleasure brings me no end of delight. Reply T. M. Moore, Vermont May 8, 2019 For Susie, My Editor The lady doth protest too much, methinks: “Fix this, change that, delete this line entire.” My pride is wounded, and my spirit sinks, until I read, “Ah, this part lights my fire!” Reply Dusty Grein, Oregon May 8, 2019 Modern Life Lord, what fools these mortals be! Hypnotized by huge TVs, Glued to smart phones, or online. Missing out on family time! Reply Bolaji S. Ramos May 15, 2019 Bolaji S. Ramos, Lagos (Nigeria) My Sleeping Mistress My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun, Sealed by Morpheus, and now wait I must For this dreadful dusk to return her fun, That again we may row our boat of lust. Reply Dusty Grein, Oregon May 8, 2019 Time to Get a Dog What light through yonder window breaks, still hours yet, ’til day begins? I spring from bed, now wide awake, and catch my daughter, sneaking in! Reply Peter Hartley May 9, 2019 To be or not to be that? is the question. The answer depends on what ‘that’ is. If that’s an improper suggestion I’m ever so pleased that it’s his. Reply Peter Hartley May 9, 2019 To be or not? To be ‘that’ is the question, Not to be or not, but to be that, To be sick and to have indigestion, I’d rather be this than have that. Reply James A. Tweedie May 9, 2019 As an Advisory Board Member I’m probably disqualified, but I couldn’t resist the temptation to submit something, anyway. From Richard III, V. IV: “A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!” Th’embattled, desperate King Richard said. A nearby steed replied, “I’ll help, of course!” And there he stood, the famous Mr. Ed! Reply Tony Damigo May 10, 2019 Nice one, Willlllbur James, I like it 🙂 Reply James A. Tweedie May 9, 2019 Richard III, V. III “Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power.” The playoffs are pro hockey’s finest hour. Which team will win his cup? Which three will lose? The Hurricanes, the Bruins, Sharks or Blues? Reply Peter Hartley May 9, 2019 (As my third submission this one doesn’t count and it doesn’t conform with the instructions anyway:) Thrfr snce brvty’s the sl of wt I’ll kp ths shrt ‘nd swt Reply Rajendra Singh Baisthakur May 9, 2019 Brevity is the soul of wit Pity many don’t have it. Reply Sathyanarayana M.V. S May 10, 2019 Wow Sir fantastic!!! Reply Kim Cherub May 9, 2019 Brevity is the soul of wit, Yet free verse is so long-winded! Perhaps it should be cut back a bit, Or better yet, rescinded. Reply Mae Leslie May 9, 2019 Poems written by Mae Leslie, Houston, TX Listen Silently Give every man thy ear, but not thy voice. (That is, if you have a choice.) When a situation might turn violent, is it best to stay silent? Stage Fright All the world’s a stage; we’re actors without a wage. We miss cues and bray, some lines we can’t bear to say. Reply Kim Cherub May 9, 2019 “Why am I a fool?” The liberal asked his tool. “Because you too grow erect Whenever your lusts rise, unchecked!” Reply Alexander Ream May 9, 2019 Now is the winter of our discontent, And I don’t like yours; away from my tent, For mine is more pure, mine’s more unique: Immune to a cure, abstruse and oblique. Gloucester, from Richard III Reply James Sale May 9, 2019 What a great idea for a competition! Love it – and already some wonderful entries; very imaginative! Reply Joe Tessitore, NYC May 9, 2019 True Love What light through yonder window breaks? From deepest sleep, true love awakes. The coldest hour is put to flight and vanquished is the darkest night. Reply Alex Andy Phuong May 9, 2019 Alex Andy Phuong, Alhambra, CA “Signifying Nothing” Existentialism is like pessimism And nihilism is like cynicism Be more like Pollyanna instead of Macbeth And enjoy life until the very last breath “All That Glitters is Not Gold” Gold might be as yellow as the sun But being wealthy is not always fun Treasure food and eat instead Or else those who do not eat will be surely dead Reply Esther Bunny Brown May 20, 2019 Can you cite what poems of Shakespeare you used for the first lines of your poems? Reply Alex Andy Phuong May 20, 2019 Hi Esther “Signifying Nothing” comes from a soliloquy in Macbeth in which Macbeth says that life is meaningless in Act V of the play. “All that glitters is not gold” comes from a line found in The Merchant of Venice. Thank you for asking! Best wishes, Alex Phuong Alex Andy Phuong May 20, 2019 Hi Esther, I honestly think that I misunderstood the instructions for this contest. The titles of my poems, “Signifying Nothing” and “All That Glitters is Not Gold” both come from Shakespeare. The lines that follow (4 lines each) are my own original writing. I apologize if I entered this competition incorrectly. Thank you! Sincerely, Alex Andy Phuong Rohini May 9, 2019 “Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow” I shall return the money that I borrow This, for aye, has been the charlatan’s old song For what he takes, he’ll not return for long. Reply Sathyanarayana M.V. S May 10, 2019 Hahaha…super! Reply rohini sunderam May 13, 2019 Thank you David Watt May 9, 2019 David Watt, Canberra, Australia Love and Listen Love alters not with his brief hour and weeks, And works for introverts, as well as geeks, Who may not say a lot … but when they do! Each word of passion resonates as true. Reply Susan J Bryant, Texas Gulf Coast May 9, 2019 Play On If music be the food of love, go blow scorned horn at flirtle dove and blast a brassy raspberry feast to hex the dish of rakish beast. Reply Mike Bryant, Texas Gulf Coast May 9, 2019 Hark! Listen to many, speak to a few, Grok all around you, see only one, Seek ye the reason, glistening pure, The light in your heaven, She is your Sun. Reply Michael Allard May 9, 2019 A Better Time for Camping Now is the Winter of our Discontent, Not the time to set up your tent. If you want to enjoy a pleasant breeze, As you settle yourself beneath the trees, The summery sun of York you’ll find Is much more settling to the mind. Reply Susan J Bryant May 9, 2019 MacMutt OUT, damn Spot! OUT, I say! Pee on parquet – thou shalt pay! Reply Michael Allard May 9, 2019 Rap Master Brutus I came to bury Caesar, not to praise him I’m gonna fiddle and faddle and then I’ll daze him He’ll be lost in my rhymes and when I’m through He’s gonna look around and say ‘Et tu?’ Reply Mike Bryant May 9, 2019 Global Warming? Now is the winter of our discontent, Where is the heat? Methinks ‘tis spent! Reply Jarek May 9, 2019 Jarek Zawadzki, Gliwce, Poland So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long there’s nothing you can get for free. Reply Frank May 9, 2019 Brilliant with all the puns implicit. Reply Frank De Canio May 9, 2019 Sorry, I wasn’t writing a poem beginning with a Shakespeare line. I thought I was commenting on the poem written by Joe Tessitore of New York City, Reply Joe Falocco - Texas May 9, 2019 He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice. Because the sledded Polacks were not nice. He cut off their heads. And they fell of their sleds. “Should have quite while ahead”’s my advice. Reply Dan Blackston, Illinois. May 9, 2019 In purity of manhood stand upright to defend flag, country, and friends. In pride of motherhood give love and light to our children on whom the future depends. Reply Dan Blackston, Illinois. May 9, 2019 We are such stuff as dreams are made on, rounded with a little sleep, and yet every day I have a schedule and a job to keep! Reply Nancy Weber May 9, 2019 When I consider everything that grows Jack’s stalk apposes Pinocchio’s nose. Reply Thomas Switzer May 9, 2019 “Now, gods stand up for bastards!”/ Make hearts -weak and shattered- Strong and mended. Let us rise/ Above our curs’ed lives… / Dust off the shadow of the night,/ And bathe us in the purest light! Reply Sathyanarayana M.V. S May 10, 2019 The chaste palate of love, O’ Cupid, know Thee not…in breathless moans, true joy is gone! O’ angel of love, tune thy sweet cello… If music be the feed of love, play on! Reply Martin Rizley May 10, 2019 “Our little life is rounded with a sleep,” Framed by enigmas fathomlessly deep, Like, “Why do socks from washers disappear?” Or, “Why would folks vote Democrat next year?” While Hindus ponder how atman is Brahma, I ask how people chose that man Obama! Reply Tony Leo Damigo, Crestview, Florida May 10, 2019 Once more unto the breach. Of mice and men who boast and preach, and promise lies beyond their reach. A foul against free speech! Go thou, and fill another room in hell, reserved for politicians there to dwell. Those who’s nature, like sick pigs, spew their swill. And spread their lies to news-room spies, to spill. Reply Martin Rizley May 10, 2019 2B or not 2B, that is the question The driver faced upon his wife´s suggestion That in the mall´s garage, he´d lost his way, and needed to ascend to level “A.” Reply Monty May 10, 2019 Quality, Martin. That’d get my vote just for sheer innovation and imagination. Reply Monty May 10, 2019 Monty Phillips . . France. Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power. What sorrow? That this new age seems to’ve decreed That Verse be ‘free’; and will henceforth endower Future ages with notions that Verse be ‘freed’. Reply Nancy Weber May 11, 2019 He that knows better how to tame a shrew, May have his hashtag settled by MeToo. Reply David Watt May 11, 2019 David Watt, Canberra, Australia Bewitching Bread “The wheel is come full circle: I am here.” Said Hansel, lacking any trace of fear. “The bread was just too good to waste for crumbs; We’ll enter the first candy house which comes.” Reply Keltie-Kewan Young May 12, 2019 Keltie-Kewan Young, Auckland, New Zealand “In the sea of green” In the sea of green a Little tree sprouts Breath of air flowing, surviving and flourishing The course of true love never did run smooth A quiet snaps in the sea of green. “The symphony” The harsh sun above can only speckle through the wall of leaves For One touch of nature makes the whole world kin While Trees sway through notes of wilted leaves fall like music A symphony we may never halt. Reply Keltie-Kewan Young May 12, 2019 Keltie-Kewan Young, Auckland, New Zealand “In the sea of green” In the sea of green a Little tree sprouts Breath of air flowing, surviving yet perishing For “The course of true love never did run smooth” A quiet snaps in the sea of green. “The symphony” The harsh sun above can only speckle through the wall of leaves Yet only “One touch of nature makes the whole world kin” While Trees sway through notes of wilted leaves fall like music A symphony we may never halt. Reply Keltie-Kewan Young May 12, 2019 Keltie-Kewan Young, Auckland, New Zealand “In the sea of green” In the sea of green a Small tree sprouts A Breath of air flowing, surviving yet perishing For “The course of true love never did run smooth” A quiet branch snaps in the sea of green. “The symphony” The harsh sun above can only speckle through the wall of leaves Yet only “One touch of nature makes the whole world kin” While Trees sway through notes of wilted leaves fall like music A symphony we may never halt. Reply Ben Berg May 14, 2019 Burnaby, BC, Canada “A Trove, by any Other Name” My bounty is as boundless as the sea, The world’s treasure thou art, in time, for me To find, through seven tides, through gale and breeze — My love, an ‘X’ shalt I mark down for thee. Reply Sheila Phalon May 14, 2019 She is spherical like a globe And empirical and bold Shall truth be told She is gold Reply Nancy Weber May 15, 2019 Sweet economy in its retort to Dromio’s anti-Irish (inter alia) sentiment. Reply Avery Miller May 15, 2019 By Avery Miller, USA Who wakes me from my flowery bed With funny face and downy head? No changeling of a fairy curse, But my dear baby come to nurse. Reply Christina Lang May 15, 2019 Christina Lang, Temecula, California For My Love Love is a spirit all compact of fire. Tell me, my love, what is thy desire? For mine is to give all that you ask, No request too grand or too great a task. Reply Beatriz Martos May 15, 2019 to be or not to be?, that is the question… i fall into disgrace not knowing my destiny or fate will the arrow pierce my open heart or will i soar above this charred and chastened plight tis better not to think too deep and wait upon god’s grace I reap Reply Rob Crisell May 15, 2019 Rob Crisell, Temecula, CA Past All Surgery Those are pearls that were his eyes; His knees, of pure titanium; Of steel do his hips comprise; But clay fills up his cranium. To the Invisible Spirit of Wine But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the vengeful morn which flings bright bolts, Enpiercing bloodshot eyes. My head – it aches! Once more the devil wine ‘gainst me revolts. Reply Gregory Spicer May 16, 2019 Honorificabilitudinitatibus Evaporates with the combustion of cannabis. Reply J. Ryder May 16, 2019 Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thy breath more sweet than the summer’s breeze is, The flow’rs, of summer to lilac blooms sway Whilst all the world’s lips wish to thy rose kiss. Reply J. Ryder May 16, 2019 Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So too dost my blood like an ocean surge, My heart,–(happy tide), twice daily doth soar Sweet thought when eyes thirsty on beauty splurge. Reply K. Wise May 16, 2019 Urinal This wins him, liver and all. Takes him to the bathroom stall. His pants unzipped, his colors fly. Being drunk is better than dry. Reply K. Wise May 16, 2019 Concussion O, full of scorpions is my mind! Their pincers on my cerebellar side. They cannot let my thalamus go. Neural stimulation evermore. Reply Monty May 16, 2019 Monty Phillips . . . France To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep . . Would seem, at first, a hopeless thing to try. But it can be achieved in just one sweep; A tragicomedy to wet the eye. Reply Kathleen Farrell May 17, 2019 Beauty “For beauty lives with kindness” Hear ye now! Let praises ring for magic in the early spring, and, dwell again with gentleness. Reply Sally Cook May 19, 2019 Sally Cook — Western New York Joan’s Dilemma While greasy Joan doth keel the pot, I doubt she wants to do a lot Of keeling to a boiling pot For, if too cold, who’ll eat a lot? Reply Sally Cook May 19, 2019 Sally Cook – Western New York New Politics O brave new world, that has such people in’t! — Who shout and scream, have tantrums, and then spin’t — Think this the way to change that crucial minute. Just can’t get over that they didn’t win’t, Reply Theresa Rodriguez May 19, 2019 Tomorrow? and tomorrow? and tomorrow? This worry-fretting fear, when will it end? Oh, what will happen to me? Joy, or sorrow? Anxiety has never been my friend! Reply Bruce Wren May 20, 2019 Shakespeare Overweight Though Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch Of the ranged empire fall, This bulge upon my belt, in its demarche Proves an impregnable wall. Reply Bruce E. Wren May 20, 2019 A Shakespearean Problem Solved When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I turn for solace to a sweet girl’s sighs. Bruce Wren, Chicago, Illinois Reply Bruce E. Wren May 20, 2019 Bruce Wren, Chicago, Illinois Reply Bruce E. Wren May 20, 2019 Bruce Wren, Chicago, Illinois Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.