Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

By : William Shakespears

My aditional comment: My fave sonnet of all time. A classic love poem. It has a very deep meaning and impact on me ever since the very first time I read it. I hope that someone I love would read and understand how I feel towards …

Alone

I hear the ticking of the clock
I’m lying here the room’s pitch dark
I wonder where you are tonight
No answer on the telephone
And the night goes by so very slow
Oh I hope that it won’t end though
Alone

Till now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you
And now it chills me to the bone
How do I get you alone
How do I get you alone

You don’t know how long I have wanted
to touch your lips and hold you tight,oh
You don’t know how long I have waited
and I was going to tell you tonight
But the secret is still my own
and my love for you is still unknown
Alone

Till now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you
And now it chills me to the bone
How do I get you alone
How do I get you alone.
Alone
Alone

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I totally love and would like to dedicate this song to someone special in school, not telling you all who…LOL

 

HOLIDAY

Holiday

How I hate holiday
When people bask and lay
Do their work and play
Go out and be gay

How I hate holiday
I can`t help but say,
It`s boring all day;
With nothing to do but play

How I hate holiday
I just wanna stay
Have my own way
Be happy and not be grey

How I hate holiday
I can`t help but pray
To keep sadness at bay
No! to next May.

 

Poet: Marco Marcus (2005)

Commentary : This short and abrubt piece of work could perhaps be a documentary of the myriad of mixed feelings and emotions when you could not see that special someone you fancy in school whenever it is a school holiday.

Adapted from “The Boy in Blue” by Marco Marcus(2005)

 

Fury

Raging, furious.
Dying of boredom.
The world closes.
No more freedom.

Set cooped in a cage.
Minds, souls all dead.
Making me rage.
Darkness drape.

I hear my mind shouting.
Ceaselessly blaming.
My heart`s burned, flaming.
Apparently hurting.

Seeing no end.
Groping, half dead.
Incessantly trippin`, fallin`..
Till time`s dead.

Poet: Marco Marcus (2005)

commentary: Up to your own intrepretation, keep it wildly imaginative and flowing..

A nice rhyme flow with working metaphors to depict the feeling of being trapped in a plight, opportunity or even life`s little challenges.

The Boy in Blue

 

A Boy in Blue 

 

A boy clad in blue,

Like a pompous little ewe.

His strides ever so flamboyant,

But no one would call him a tyrant.

 

 Innocence is in his look,

Truly an angel who hates any book.

A fidgety elf capable of such great noise,

Till all the teachers sound hoarse.

 

 What incredible cataclysm he creates,

Not a time has he not come late for class.

Ecstatic hordes and throngs of admirers everyone sees,

Always seem to flock, never cease.

 

 

 

Poet: Marco Marcus 2005

Comment by the poet: 

This seemingly straight-forward and down to earth piece of poem might seem a little bit too easy to comprehend but take no assumptions because if you read in between the lines with immense care and deep understanding, this poem would lead you to the real meaning and power of the complexity  of the delicate human emotions and thoughts which reflects with brutal honesty of our first real encounter with human affection.

Additional commentary:

To the person whom I depict in this piece of literary work: “I do not have the slightest hint of time when you would finally fully realise and comprehend that it was actually you, the inspiration behind this, and who I had in mind when I wrote this. If you feel that you do, feel free to contact me even if it takes thousands of years.”  (ps: I am not trying to be cheesy, corny or horny here…haha Just pure honesty and hard truth. )