Don’t protest my love Let me love you true and real Let not the word no, trip from your lips To fall on my pleas Remonstrations against me Like darts thrown against my heart Pierce and prick, bleed my feelings Don’t protest, say yes
This is for a dVerse prompt: Write a poem of exactly 44 words including the word protest. Hope you enjoy!
Don’t protest my love Let me love you true and real Let not the word no, trip from your lips To fall on my pleas Remonstrations and arguments against me Like arrows and darts thrown against my heart Pierce and prick bleeding out my feelings upon the floor Don’t protest but say yes And in my arms you’ll find your desires
You can’t stay silent against the tyranny of injustice Let not your tongue cleave to the roof of your mouth Let your feet march in solidarity with the down trodden Stand tall and let your protest ring out 'Til the very foundations upon which their deceit stands Shakes and trembles to fall in the dust pile of history
Hamlet Madam, how like you this play? Queen The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true
meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men
are created equal.”
Hamlet O, but she’ll keep her word.
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former
slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together
at the table of brotherhood. King Have you heard the argument? Is there no offense in ’t?
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering
with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be
transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. Hamlet No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest. No offense i’ th’ world.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where
they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their
character. King What do you call the play?
I have a dream today! Hamlet “The Mousetrap.” Marry, how? Tropically. This play is the image of a murder done in Vienna. Gonzago is the duke’s name, his wife Baptista. You shall see anon. ’Tis a knavish piece of work, but what of that? Your Majesty and we that have free souls, it touches us not. Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.
Sources:HamletAct 3Scene 2Line 253 / Martin Luther King Jr. “I have a dream” speach
This was in response to a dVerse prompt to use the word protest in a poem. The end is a scene from “Hamlet” by Shakespeare with part of Martin Luther King Jr’s :”I have a dream” speech. I wasn’t sure about using it so I hope it works. Hope you enjoy! 😊
Let me kiss you Let my lips touch yours in the most intimate of ways Like worship on Sundays To a deity to whom we both pray Confirm me, tell me who I am, Am yet to be, was in all my past lives Let my lips pray to thee In you I trust My being is in your hands Your lips define who I am Tell me I’m yours
The sight of you arouses the fires in me Let me kiss you Not a request but a plea You are who I wake for Wait for, move and play for You think I want you But I need you You’re the air in my lungs that I use to speak with Every admiration and gratitude starts with You Your smile, your heart, your lips Let me kiss you
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Once in a lifetime, Love will find you And grab you by your chest Shake you and demand your heart Like a street robber in a dark alley. I was young So was she We were mugged on the street While sitting in our respective homes Miles away Connected by telephone Images shared over the Internet; Love grabbed us by the chest. Once in a lifetime Can become two or three If you keep walking down the same old street
This is my second poem for the dVerse prompt: Now write a poem in the first person that begins with “Once in a lifetime”. Think of a similar three-word movement (anger/sun/love) and develop it in your poem.
This is my second poem, this one includes first person unlike the first one “Once In A Lifetime”. 😊
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Once in a lifetime But twice in death You’ll come apart like a torn piece of paper Pulled from a bound notebook Crumpled and bound to be thrown away Don’t resist But fight like hell This is your renewal, a rebirth, Like Jesus on day three After an all night bender Say it with me This too shall pass Perhaps like a bowling ball through a straw Or Taco Bell on a Friday night Sometimes like preparing for a colonoscopy But this too shall pass After all it’s only once in a lifetime
This is for a dVerse prompt: Now write a poem in the first person that begins with “Once in a lifetime”. Think of a similar three-word movement (anger/sun/love) and develop it in your poem.
This is a bit off from the prompt in that I didn’t do it in first person. But I did start it with “Once in a lifetime”. 😁 I did do a second poem that included the first person – In A Blind Alley.
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Police headquarters, or as Maxx liked to refer to it hindquarters. His client, or rather the son of his client, sat in the chair opposite the police officer answering questions. Too many questions for Maxx’s liking. Too many answers too. There were three men stuffed into the room with him, his client, Mernon – business owner, Vim – Mernon’s lawyer, Samuel – Mernon’s son and Vim’s other client. There was also one woman, Constable Sonia, no relationship with Mernon.
“And so you were in the store alone?” asked the constable.
“Yes,” said Samuel
“And you said the robber flowed-”
“No he swam,” interrupted Samuel.
“And he swam out of the mirror?”
“… And the iridescent image swims through a mirror that flows back into itself and exits the store with the jewels and the briefcase. Stop the silly games constable. He’s told you a million times what happened.”
This is for a dVerse prompt: The Prosery Challenge: Your prose—fiction or nonfiction—may be no more than 144 words. You must use the given line, and you may not alter the words, change the word order, or insert words into the line. However, you may change the punctuation.
The given line: . . . and the iridescent image swims through a mirror that flows.”
I walk in the dark, Through the symphony of crickets, Searching for memories of you. I knew you before our lips touched; Confirmation of a soul’s desire. Destiny’s lies come true. I can’t see you now, In my mind’s third eye, Nor my skull’s two. Tears fall down Like snow in summer; Rare and cold. The crickets play on Their song for neither me nor you As fireflies dance in moonlight.
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Bright sunny day Warmed by sunrays on my face Dark clouds on the horizon Not my problem Lay face to the sun Nothing needs to be done Just me and my thoughts alone Thunder in the distance Not my problem A puffy little cloud Waves hello from above Blocks the sun to give shade I say hello Bright sky of blue Just a cloud or two Not my problem I'm sitting inside Rain falls in sheets I'm sipping my drink Everything outside is wet Not my problem
This is for a dVerse prompt: Your challenge for today, if you choose to accept it, is to choose have your way with the weather. … Any form or length is fine. Hope you enjoy. 😊
Just a little leap Two feet Up in the air Move suddenly, a little scare Place your Piece as in checkers King me if you dare I’ve left the ground from where I was Last spot left behind I land yet I’m somewhere new
This is for a dVerse prompt: Today, I want you to jumpstart your muse by infusing your poem with some form of the word jump. … Whatever you chose to write, just be sure your poem clocks in at exactly 44 words, and includes some literal form of the word jump.
