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My Hamlet (Part II of II)
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My Hamlet (Part II of II) |
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XIII Hamlet, the ultimate observer-- Sees all as all observe the play. The actor speaks with ardent fervor The lines that he was told to say-- He states, “...hands apt, drugs fit And time agreeing...” He does the deed. Pours poison in King’s ears and then Out of the second row, the man Arises. “Let strucken deer go weep,” States Hamlet and the lights go on. The play is left half-way undone For some-- “...and some must sleep.” An echo duplicates-- “hands apt...”-- The mouse falls into the trap. XIV Prince Hamlet manifests in poems-- So cruel and very strongly versed-- Thus ends one play -- another opens, Or better yet evolves from first. Eyes focus, players lose their shield, The player’s faces-- now revealed! True drama starts! Becoming conscious, The rivals meet and silence plunges! And walking slowly on the stage Our hero stares into the night-- His future stands before his sight And preaches like a clever sage. And only minutes separate Two lives from finding their fate. XV As one sought heaven for forgiveness While kneeling down in a prayer, The other raised his sword in bleakness But could not slay the praying slayer. For he who meets his death confessing Shall go to heaven with a blessing And find God. Thus Hamlet left Bearing revenge-- a massive heft, Upon his shoulders. He was certain-- His heart was beating like a drum-- The destined day would surely come To free our hero from this burden. And thus he walked away appeased And left his enemy in peace. XVI Seeking no vengeance from he holy, So wise in thought, he walked away, For every king must have his glory And every dog will have its day. In rage, he entered Gertrude’s room His anger had no time to cool. He harshly spoke and heard a cry-- A moan, a wail. And a spy Behind a tapestry met death. Was Hamlet acting out of fury? From madness? -- was he truly Mad? Or did he simply have No reason? --What’s done is done! The Queen felt pity for her son. XVII Oh, Gertrude! Overfilled with sadness, You were the victim of this plot! You prayed for peace and in this madness Your eyes refused to look at blood. And deeply struck by this commotion, You buried deeply your emotion And slept in slumber to that day, When Hamlet entered in a fray And gave you sight. He stabbed Your innocence, spoke daggers, And he exposed and didn’t stagger The anger in his bosom trapped. And looking at your soul, inside You could not find a place to hide. XVIII Something was rotting in the state. And slowly crumbling, it wailed. No longer could our hero wait And thus to England Hamlet sailed. With conscience, Hamlet could not sleep, One single notion he would keep That all was going for the worst And death was lying on his course. He chose to test his intuition And proved it true. All came to focus! He realized that Uncle Claudus Before he left, wrote a commission, In which he ordered to his men To slay the Prince upon the land. XIX King Claudus’ plan was now exposed And Hamlet, overflowed with hatred, Would roar in rage, and from exhaust, He cursed the ship, the wind and nature, In passionate distress, he shivered And all seemed wicked, false and evil. He was alone in his belief-- He felt forsaken, lost, deceived. Just as the moment turned intense, Our hero fled from the disaster. His fortune fell on two imposters Whom in the past, he called his friends. And all alone he traveled back,-- Which takes us to the final act. XX Into a churchyard Hamlet wandered And by one monument he stopped. And Hamlet’s eyes perceived in wonder And from the weariness they dropped. There, in the grave, his past would fester, “Here lies a joker and a jester...” -- Poor Yorick! You were once his teacher, But now deceased, -- left not a feature. Yet Hamlet still recalled with pleasance- The smile that he loved so much He saw the hands he used to touch His memory preserved your essence And Hamlet carried in his mind The weight of what was left behind. XXI Inside his head, decades and ages Decayed and faded in the night. He saw the King, the Queen and Laetres,-- Stood short of breath. Before his sight His love was buried. Pain struck deep! His soul appalled began to weep. He went to offer his condolence But Laetres, blind to his solace, Attacked him and refused to see His innocence. Prince Hamlet then, Would try to reason with this man,-- Laetres ignored him. Even he, Stood by the crown hypnotized— No longer seeing through his eyes. XXII Words often leave a deadly touch. The noble Laetres felt it. Hence, He challenged Hamlet to a match And Hamlet, taught in youth to fence, Agreed. And both were ready to defend Their honor. With a rapid hand The Prince struck first and soon Again. Then Laetres. From the wound Blood dripped. In haste, they traded Swords. And then, under a magic spell, Both froze at once, both fighters fell And instantly two stars have faded. And lying on the floor, in blood, Laetres unmasked the wicked plot. XXIII Both saw the crown’s charming shine, And watched the sun play on its tips. Meanwhile, Gertrude drank the wine, Which was prepared for Hamlet’s lips.— Another death from poisoned drink! Prince Hamlet rose and killed the king And fell again, his sword would drop. And thus in Denmark, chaos stopped. And only Gods watched in dismay, That day, as tons of blood was shed, A country-- ruined, people-- dead, They watched it all. Thus ends the play. I pray this story strikes you deep Some must live on, “...and some must sleep.” XXIV To sacrifice yourself for virtue, For mere belief, which seems deceiving! To be! To stand against your fortune! How sad is life? -- how worthy living! Dear Hamlet this we owe to you! -- You challenged life and this you knew, You walked to certain death. I pray, That I could take your path some day And die for honor! Die with pride! To see what dreams will come, if any, And if one comes, to pray for many. And seeing stars fall in the night, To make a wish that they would rise And shine again inside our eyes! XXV Time is a gathering of moments, Sometimes we act, sometimes rehearse. Thus ends one play-- another opens, Or better yet, evolves from first, Which never ends. In admiration, We closely watch each situation Develop into something bigger, -- So big, that many cannot figure The moral it conveys so clearly. So what’s the moral? -- How can I Describe to you what’s in your eye? And this I say to you sincerely: Perhaps it’s better not to see, And simply let the question be. |
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Denise
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BRAVO!!!! Well done, Master!! Excellent!!! Denise |
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since 1999-08-18
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Thank you Denise, glad you liked it. |
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