Inspirational Texts

In this section I would love to include some of your poems, as well as those by famous writers and myself... Quotes, poems, texts, anything written that inspires and provokes thoughts and reactions.

From the Little Book of Stupid Men

Why did God make man before woman?

She needed a rough draft before making the final copy.

Extract from King Lear

Cordelia:

Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave

My heart into my mouth. I love your majesty

According to my bond, no more nor less.

by William Shakespeare

Death is a Comma, Not a Full Stop

Death is like a comma in a sentence.

A pause in time,

A break between two worlds,

A beginning not an end as some believe.

The comma brings a joining of ideas.

Life then the after life,

Death is just the doorway,

A superficial but necessary regulation.

The comma is needed in a sentence.

Like our lives in this world,

But they must be used wisely,

Following the great writer of this world's plan.

A full-stop. The end, but death is not like that.

A conjunction in my life,

Just a comma,

Is the passage way to the next idea.

by Bronwen Evans

Gnome Poem

Here's a funny little poem, about a very happy gnome.

He lived beneath a big oak tree, and had boiled acorns for his tea.

He wore a suit of green and red

A small red hat upon his head

Was very rarely seen about,

And never ever heard to shout.

He looked after the oak trees' roots

And climed them in his little boots

And talked to them about the sky

And all the birds he'd seen pass by.

The roots did thrive because you know

It is beneath the ground they grow,

And never hear about the sky,

Unless a gnome is passing by.

And so his days they were content;

He never had to pay his rent

And never had to leave his home

Unless he got the urge to roam.

(He never has and never will,

For all I know he lives there still)

So next time you are walking past

An oak tree with a bit of class

Look carefully amongst its roots

For little gnomes with small green boots.

by Carol Tibbs

Extract from The Taming of the Shrew

Petruchio:

It shall be seven ere I go to horse.

Look what I speak, or do, or think to do,

You are still crossing it. Sirs, let's alone,

I will not go today, and ere I do,

It shall be what o'clok I say it is.

Hortensio:

Why, this gallant will command the sun.

by William Shakespeare

Memories

Memories exist somewhere between word and pictures.

Memories aren't objects which can be lost or found,

But memories aren't to be forgotten or to let go of, or to be taken lightly.

But don't exist on nothing more than memories, and don't let memories run your life.

by Andrew Thorngate

The Beggar Maid

Her arms across her breast she laid;

She was more fair than words can say;

Barefooted came the beggar maid

Before the King Cophetua.

In robe and crown the King stept down,

To meet and greet her on her way;

‘It is no wonder,’ said the lords,

‘She is more beautiful than day.’

As shines the moon in clouded skies,

She in poor attire was seen;

One praised her ankles, one her eyes,

One her dark hair and love some mien.

So sweet a face, such angel grace,

In all that land had never been,

Cophetua swore a royal oath:

‘This beggar maid shall be my queen!’

by Lord Alfred Tennyson

Starchild and the Secret Realm

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