Poem: The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference 

Wind Swept Scarlet Road by BlackUniGryphon on DeviantArt

The Laws of God, The Laws of Man [Poem] By A. E. Housman

The Laws of God, The Laws of Man

by A. E. Housman (1859-1936)

" I, a stranger and afraid
In a world I never made."

  Weird cryptic, macabre, Edwardian/Victorian poetry....

The laws of God, the laws of man,
He may keep that will and can;
Not I: let God and man decree
Laws for themselves and not for me;
And if my ways are not as theirs
Let them mind their own affairs.
Their deeds I judge and much condemn,
Yet when did I make laws for them?
Please yourselves, say I, and they
Need only look the other way.
But no, they will not; they must still
Wrest their neighbor to their will,
And make me dance as they desire
With jail and gallows and hell-fire.
And how am I to face the odds
Of man’s bedevilment and God’s?
I, a stranger and afraid
In a world I never made.
They will be master, right or wrong;
Though both are foolish, both are strong.
And since, my soul, we cannot fly
To Saturn nor to Mercury,
Keep we must, if keep we can,
These foreign laws of God and man.

The Hokey Pokey by Jeff Brechlin in the Style of William Shakespeare (meme)

The Hokey Pokey by Jeff Brechlin in the Style of William Shakespeare

This poem of sorts be from the Washington Post Style Invitational contest which asked their readers to submit "instructions" for something (anything), yet to be written in the style o' a famous person.
The winning entry was the following: The Hokey Pokey (as written by William Shakespeare).


O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke,
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from Heavens yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke — banish now thy doubt
Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.
        — by "William Shakespeare"

Photography by "Black UniGryphon" Kandice K. Zimbleman-Wang

Disclaimer: Hopefully, to the best of my current knowledge I've cited & credited the sources of these. If there are any inaccuracies, please comment them below.
Despite the popular meme trends of the Hokey Pokey Shakespeare meme of this poem, to my knowledge this was NOT written by William Shakespeare, but Jeff Brechlin for a contest in the Washington Post. 
If I have reported this incorrectly, I apologize. To my knowledge/research this seems to be the case.
I believe firmly in citing & crediting where it is due, and have not intentionally tried to commit any sort of wrong doing, nor ill will of either party mentioned. 
I merely liked the witty, quirky, creativity of the composition, and wished to share it.

Shakespear Sonnet 29: Pirate Style

William Shakespeare
Sonnet 29 - 1609 A.D.

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings. 

Sonnet 29

SONNET 29

By William Shakespeare (allegedly)

 
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate, 


 




 

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least; 

 




 
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising,
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;








For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings. 

Marshall Kändiß The Pyrate

By "Black UniGryphon" TM © 2013  Kandice Kathleen Zimbleman-Wang

Autumn 2013 New England, Greater Boston