The great Poet "Thomas Nashe" poetry and some of my words.

When we read a Poet or Writer from the past. We give them life again.

A Litany in Time of Plague
Category: Writing and Poetry

     Thomas Nashe, a great Poet. Needs to be remembered.
     His words as powerful as 400 years ago.            

A Litany in Time of Plague.

Adieu, farewell, earth's bliss;
This world uncertain is;
Fond are life's lustful joys;
Death proves them all but toys;
None from his darts can fly;
I am sick, I must died.
Lord, have mercy on us!

Rich men, trust not in wealth,
Gold cannot buy you health;
Physic himself must fade.
All things to end are made,
The plague full swift goes by;
I am sick, I must die.
Lord, have mercy on us!

Beauty is but a flower
Which wrinkle will devour;
Brightness falls from the air;
Queens have died young and fair;

Dust hath closed Helen's eye.

I am sick, I must die.

Lord, have mercy on us!

Strength stoops unto the grave,
 Worms feed on Hector brave;
Swords may not fight with fate,
Earth still holds open her gate.
"Come, come!" the bells do cry.
I am sick, I must die.
Lord, have mercy on us.

Wit with his wantonness
Tasteth death bitterness;
Hell's executioner
Hath no ears for to hear
What vain art can reply.
I am sick, I must die.
Lord, have mercy on us.

Haste, therefore, each degree,
To welcome destiny;
Heaven is our heritage,
Earth but a player's stage;
Mount we unto the sky.
I am sick, I must die.
Lord, have mercy on us.

         Thomas Nashe
          1567-1601





             We must fall from the pinnacle of love 
             my kind and sweet friend.



At the gate of paradise.
We can play the fool or
can dance in the mist of sweet love and emotion.


Sweet young woman.
She condemn herself to be alone.


She sat with me on a bench by the Monterey bay.
Her baby in her arms.
We watched the waves dancing on the shoreline.


I read my poetry to her each evening.
Her red hair flowing in the evening wind.
Her gentle blue eyes.
Looking at me for one words of hope.

Her sad blue eyes,
leaves me helpless.
Her beauty abate me.
I allowed her affliction to overtake me now.


Her breathtaking beauty.
 Allowed me to write
words of love and disappointment.
She is my broken heart muse and siren.


She asked me.
"When the days are long and become weary.
What is our purpose?"


She whispered "love has left me abandon and alone."
Soft tears flow from her gentle blue eyes.


I told her. "Days are long.
Wine can be sweet.
Heartaches heal with time.
If we fall and don't get up.
Death isn't peace.
We will become only a excuse when we are alone
and become  another casualty in the emotion of love and hate."


I pick her up.
The three of us walk into the sea water.
Allow the cold Pacific to awake our heart and spirit up.
I told her. 

"The sun rises from the east every morning.
Will fall into the sea in the evening.
We must not allow the havoc of a broken heart and broken promises to
blind us from a beautiful day.
My exquisite beauty. Gives me your beautiful smile.
Hold my hand tighter. We will learn laughter and hope together"


She whispered. " I will try my Poet Friend."


                           Coyote
                       20 Sept 2009

Author's Note

I believe it our responsibility to read history and know the great writers. If the leaders of our world read the word of the past. The future would be better. Mistakes are repeated often in history. A wise man learn from the actions of other.

Reviews

[Amber "Victoriomantic" ..]

Very interesting to see the work of a previous poet shown alongside yours, to see another's inspiration is to more easily understand their own motivation to write, which is wonderful. As always, I like to read of your memories, your poems always seem somewhat bittersweet and touching.

[Kuhr Gred]

wow! amazing.. one of the longest poem i read from your profile :) and i surprise when it has other poem... haha anyway! GREAT WRITE,, love it ;)
- Kuhr Gred

[Tsukin Archangel]

Great job ;3, i thoroughly enjoyed both pieces :3, thank you for sharing such an amazing poet with me, Keep writing :3

[Rene Velez]

just amazing Coyote, you honor him well, and may I say your poem is awesome to say the least, nice work...

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Bravo - simply perfection! x

ya know I think I had a tear in my eyes when I read this,
It's sweet but as well as sad. I can feel such a longing.

[Ascending]

While reading the poem from Thomas Nashe, I couldn't help myself from smiling as the little light-bulb went off in my head in every stanza. Your poem captures what I feel is important in poetry; and that is imagery. Every actions or expression you wrote she did I was picturing it in my head. Well done!

[Tina Kline]

I think our history is being changed everyday so that they can base the now on the history they teach, not the real history. A most wonderful write.

[Aianarie (INACTIVE)]

Wow, beautiful poetry! I loved this.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

So nice to read a classic poem, and then your take...
inspirational and cleanses the mind...
great stuff :D

[kingblaq]

Wow!