Many lifetimes we have had as many people, rich, poor, black, white, noble, peasant all sorts. Of course some of you dont believe this and others will say cnwriter you are nuts...I really dont care for I Know and that is all that matters....
- Flowing Words
- Shakespeare's School of Writers
- Shakespeare's Perfection
- Honouring your Ability
- credits
Flowing Words
The Bard and I one day
Together wrote a play
To entertain the Queen
When to the Globe she came
Together wrote a play
To entertain the Queen
When to the Globe she came
At tables we sat he and I
With quill pens we did write
Taught me he had
To parley words and put together
Just like that
No rhyme nor reason did they have
Just flowing thoughts with meaning had
Yet found their way indeed they did
Becoming something of import
With quill pens we did write
Taught me he had
To parley words and put together
Just like that
No rhyme nor reason did they have
Just flowing thoughts with meaning had
Yet found their way indeed they did
Becoming something of import
Shakespeare's School of Writers
Part of his school of writers
Small it was but filled
With those so passionate
Of words
And words
And words
Taking them
Making them into grandiose forms
On subjects of every kind
We played with them
Backwards
Forwards
Inbetween
It mattered not to us
Our minds were filled with marvellous themes
Our eyes such beauty saw
Our ears heard music so sublime
Flowing in and through the words
Small it was but filled
With those so passionate
Of words
And words
And words
Taking them
Making them into grandiose forms
On subjects of every kind
We played with them
Backwards
Forwards
Inbetween
It mattered not to us
Our minds were filled with marvellous themes
Our eyes such beauty saw
Our ears heard music so sublime
Flowing in and through the words
Shakespeare's Perfection
Put it here
Move it there
It fits not anyway
What the bloody hell you doing
Go to hell you all
Shakespeare his temper quite profound
It turned us not away
We tried again again again
To make it rhyme just right
His approval we did want
To know we did it right
To have our master turn to us
And smile with delight
And chuckle in his pointed beard
As words flowed honey like
A nod of his head sent all of us
Into raptures rare
Move it there
It fits not anyway
What the bloody hell you doing
Go to hell you all
Shakespeare his temper quite profound
It turned us not away
We tried again again again
To make it rhyme just right
His approval we did want
To know we did it right
To have our master turn to us
And smile with delight
And chuckle in his pointed beard
As words flowed honey like
A nod of his head sent all of us
Into raptures rare
Honouring your Ability
And to this day we remember
Some of us
What we were taught
So long ago
Ego you may say
From jealousy you come
You cannot write the way I do
But why should you anyway
You have your own inimitable way
Wonderful it is to read
A writer's life not always what it seems
Just doing it is a marvellous thing
So honour yourself for your ability
And love all that you do
Some of us
What we were taught
So long ago
Ego you may say
From jealousy you come
You cannot write the way I do
But why should you anyway
You have your own inimitable way
Wonderful it is to read
A writer's life not always what it seems
Just doing it is a marvellous thing
So honour yourself for your ability
And love all that you do
credits
write for wikinut herebest site on the net
youtube for the video
google for the pics
My Inner Councillor
Read more of my pages by clicking on cnwriter at top of this page from erotica to spirituality and most things inbetween and here some for you
hereWritings from Within
hereLast Journey of an Egyptian Queen
hereReturning Again...Journeying through Lifetimes
hereCreative Writing from the Heart
youtube for the video
google for the pics
My Inner Councillor
Read more of my pages by clicking on cnwriter at top of this page from erotica to spirituality and most things inbetween and here some for you
hereWritings from Within
hereLast Journey of an Egyptian Queen
hereReturning Again...Journeying through Lifetimes
hereCreative Writing from the Heart
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