Featured Poets This Week
Submitted 1 day ago
i have a large circle of friends
young like flower blooming young
youth has entered in their lives
Submitted 7 minutes ago
Ashamed of who I am >
Ashamed On what I be !
What to do to change inside now
Submitted 1 day ago
they smile teeth gleaming
there faces beaming
the little child is dreaming
Submitted about 2 hours ago
Brothers are on quarrel beating each other
Ceaseless clash shortly appear their Mother.
Submitted about 8 hours ago
Ghosts aplenty surround us,
Deep in our hearts they lie.
No matter what lies we tell them,
They struggle until they rise
And force us to face our shame.
Conscience cannot be silenced,
It haunts us for our sins
For we must learn to take the blame.
If only we could shirk this task,
Would we contented be?
Our efforts are spent in that way.
Try as we might,
Our demons we cannot slay.
Unless we turn and stand up tall
There will be no hope for us at all.
Let us pray that before we leave
We will atone for all our faults
That we might embrace the good
And bad once and for all.
Submitted about 4 hours ago
some bring down the heaven to earth
others bring down hell to earth
they all raised the status of the earth
Submitted 15 days ago
"Welcome to the Randfontein Library. The time is 15:10 on Thursday, 19 July 2028. Please enter." the voice boomed as I stood on the welcome mat outside the library doors. Suddenly the doors whooshed open and I found myself being moved inside in slow motion.
The sight that greeted me was awesome as I moved along on the moving walkway. For a moment I imagined being on the deck of the Starship Enterprise. "This is supposed to be a library," I thought, "and libraries should contain rows upon rows of books." But not a single book was in sight. They had, in fact, all been replaced by banks of computer monitors and high speed colour laser printers.
When I disembarked at the end of the moving walkway, I found myself confronted by a gigantic, colourful touch screen. "Please enter your selection" a friendly voice requested. I nervously raised my hand and gently touched the '16th Century English Literature' button. The voice directed me to the location and I soon found myself at the door of an old castle. I stepped cautiously inside. Beyond the doors, cubicles were arranged on either side of the hallway.
I approached the cubicle marked 'Playwrights' and moved inside. The cubicle was sparsely furnished with only a computer monitor and a chair. I proceeded to the monitor and read the menu. "Please make your selection" another voice requested. I quickly sat down and touched the 'Shakespeare' button.
The sight that followed was unbelievable! There he was, large as life and smiling down at me. "What is your pleasure, m'lady?" he enquired, raising his eyebrows and stroking his bearded chin. Nervously I stuttered: "Mr Shakespeare, I would like to ask you a few questions, if I may?" "Why, certainly, my dear," he replied as he motioned me further into the cubicle.
"Sir," I began, "please tell me more about yourself and your works," I asked, now feeling a little more at ease.
"I was born at Stratford-on-Avon on 26 April 1564. I was the son of a poor glove maker and wool dealer, but I was a bright lad, and eventually made my way to London. I always wanted to be a great playwright, and worked really hard towards becoming one. I wrote comedies like 'All's Well that Ends Well', 'As you like it', 'The Merry Wives of Windsor', 'The Merchant of Venice' and 'The Twelfth Night', to mention but a few. Then I tried my hand at writing histories on famous people like 'Richard III' and 'Henry V'. Personally, my favourite was 'King John'. It gave me an enormous amount of pleasure writing about a man as noble as he," he laughed cynically. "Seriously, though, I was the author of 37 full length plays, 157 sonnets, dozens of poems and was an actor too!"
"Ah, and then came the tragedies. No doubt you know 'Romeo and Juliet'?"
"Yes," I replied, "that's my favourite".
He continued: "What about 'Hamlet' and 'Macbeth', and don't forget 'Anthony and Cleopatra'. Sad, don't you think?"
Before I could reply, he went ahead: "Do you know that after my death in 1616, some folks started a rumour that I was a fraud and actually took the works of the seventeenth Earl of Oxford and asked my dear friend Richard Field to publish them under my name? What a laugh!" he exclaimed and I noticed that his receding hairline was becoming a little flushed. "This must be upsetting to him," I thought.
"Mr Shakespeare, sir, I do not intend to be rude, but I have to go now," I told him as I glanced at my wristwatch, "but I will be back again. It has been such a tremendous pleasure spending time with you, and I have learnt so much".
"I will always be here, Child," he said smiling. "We'll continue at the very next opportunity".
I turned to go and as I exited from the cubicle, I took one more glance, but he was no longer there.
"Boy!" I smiled to myself, "these holograms are just so real!"
Submitted 1 day ago