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Shakesperean Wit
by Bradd HowardOh to have Shakesperean wit.
arcebic and acrobatic.
Orchestra of finely woven images and satire.
to imbibe and imbue mirth, worth, and satisfaction.
impervious to critics- vultures that prey upon the all ready dead.
poems jump through my brain like synapses
leaving metaphors- those sticky images that hang around like a courtesan on a gentlemen's doorstop.
Words crafted like sculpture, a prelude to the majesty of drama.
Truncated by the fear of anonymity.
yet as useful as cilantro in your spice rack.
Oh to have Shakesperean wit just once
to have the groundlings groveling for more.
Desiring the need for prepulsion
What intense comedy.
Systematically building its way to tragedy and closed eyes. 04/20/2005 Posted on 04/21/2005
Copyright © 2026 Bradd Howard
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Marcus Jones on 04/21/05 at 05:34 AM nice approach to what all poets strive for. i like the fact that in your words you wish for the one thing that most writers go for, whether poet, playwright, or author: the ability to craft words like an artist would, hoping that they can get the audience to think about their own interpretation of your work. the only problem isn't even a problem so much as an unintentional oversight on your part; "vultures that prey upon the all ready dead." is a great line but the fact that you used "all ready" instead of "already" is a thing that someone who would wish to nit-pick such a good poem would target- and while it may sound that way, i am not that someone! :) great poem and welcome to pathetic.
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