Zeer's Soliloquy.

  New Page is Up!     Hello all, I have come here with a  little short post! This will be a brief talk about the new page I set up, it is a little personal project I was working on since summer started; from the name itself: these are a collection of sonnets, quite a long one by my own standards. There are seventy-five (75) sonnets in total, and they are all written in Shakespeare's style.     That is, following the rhyme scheme:     ABAB CDCD EFEF GG      Honestly, I am quite proud that I was able to complete it, but at the same time, not too happy with some of the sonnets within. Nevertheless, it is here in its full glory for anyone to cheer or jeer on, and if this is something to actually jeer on then whoopsy-daisy, although, that outcome would be useful in some respect because I do crave some critique. But do not let me keep you any longer, go on and check the thing out, that is the most I can say is good for me, that it will be...

  Rose Blanche - Poem Collection V Upon a Phan†om’s Field ╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪ Actually by: Zeerdank ╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪ Thou wilt say, thou wilt, miss me madame, miss me; then thou wilt bring’st with thee, thou wilt bring, a pound of sorrow, a pound. Well sometimes, thou know’st, sometimes, I do miss a little bit of that, just a little; then I bring with me a pound of sorrow, a pound. Let us be off, let us, and we will meet again, we will; then together we will sing, we will sing, a pound of sorrow, a pound. I am with thee, with thee, as thou art, thou art with me. Consign to heart my greatest hope, my hope, my dear, my hope. - Rose Blanche ╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪╪ I -  Gleyic To be a flower’s field, oh, to be a flower’s field. My dream one and only: to have its glamour! Where all would certes love to play and fritter! To be a beloved and to belove the same, Alas, my flowers are drowned, My matter is worthless. I cannot stand it anymore, Where flowers rise; my soul but dies… And crumbli...