In Defense to Shakespeare

In Defense to Shakespeare

Shakespeare, the greatest writer of all time.

But many kids in school disagree.

When the dreaded news

Of reading those kinds of plays would come,

One student would say,

"By the pricking of my thumbs,

Something lame this way comes."

Such student with sharp minds

Wouldn't want to read or hear

The hard-to-interpret language.

Students, students, wherefore art thou, students?

In a dull state in your minds?

Man, what fools these youngsters be!

To read or not to read,

That is the question.

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind

To suffer the punishment of reading

A 400 year old piece of literature,

Or to take a chance and by all means,

Become enamour'd in it?

Shakespeare, a name still not forgotten.

All around the world,

Lovers of the Theater perform-

And students of literature read-

The plays of an ingenious storyteller.

If this poet has offended,

Think but this, and all is mended,

That you have but slumber'd here

While these visions did appear.

Gentles, do not reprehend:

If you pardon, I will mend:

And, as I am an honest writer,

If we make things any brighter

Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,

I will make amends ere long;

Else this scribe a liar call;

So, good night unto you all.

Give me your snaps, if we be friends,

And I shall restore amends.

Life with Thanksgiving

Life with Thanksgiving

The year is 1620 when settlers on a journey seek new land, hoping to start a new life. And it happened when their ship with a name of “Mayflower” stopped at Plymouth Rock in what was called, "The New World." Filled with hope were these settlers called Pilgrims who share beliefs that were during the religious times. "God has sent us to a new world," they would all say, but unfortunately, they were in for a brutal winter. This snowy weather of coldness was not a pleasant one; it was of great force and it cost the lives of some settlers. The population reduced to fifty-two when this winter of freezing proportions finally stopped for the next season. All hope seems to be lost, until a visitor appeared in the form of a Native. Sometimes referred as a savage, this Native just said a simple greeting: “Hello,” but it was, however, in English. Squanto, which is his name, taught these newcomers how to catch the fish and eels of the sea, and to plant for the harvest. Time had past for the Pilgrims and when the season of fall arrived in the year 1621, they thought of a celebration for the harvest. But they believed they must invite their Native neighbors to their feast. This splendid feast would include turkey, fish, goose, venison, and also lobster. It is quite different than how we would feast in the present day because their silverware did not include forks. Their hands and other silverware would be what they would use to eat. While many would call this the first of the Thanksgivings, some would say that the first one had occurred in 1623 when rain was not appearing for their crops to grow. Through the tough days with no rain, their prayers were finally answered.

Although this feast was history in the United States, no day was proclaimed. Most uses of this celebration would have been used for politics. October 1777 was a time of thanksgiving for the Americans because of their victory in Saratoga. Also, Benjamin Franklin would propose having the turkey as the symbol of America, instead of a Bold Eagle whom Franklin referred to as a thief. A bird of such gullible features didn’t make it, but our heads will not lose the memory of turkeys. Sarah Josepha Hale, who wrote a poem about a girl named Mary and her lamb, has been persuading people to make this celebration into a holiday. Her dream would come true in the year of 1863 when Abraham Lincoln, our sixteenth president, would declare the last Thursday of November to be the day of Thanksgiving. This is the date of Thanksgiving in the United States, while other countries would celebrate it on a different day. Examples would include Canada celebrating on the second Monday of October. During the Depression, President Franklin D. Roosevelt had made the decision to move the day of Thanksgiving up one week, hoping there would be more time for buying during the Holidays. Treason had risen for the people of America. “When should we celebrate?” they would ask themselves. It was either the original day or the President’s decision. Finally three years later, in 1941, the holiday was moved back to the last Thursday of November. Of course the turkey has not been forgotten. Every year, one turkey would be lucky not to get eaten when it would be chosen by the President to be spared. Our men serving in the Second World War were offered turkey to eat. However, they can make the decision to help themselves or offer it to children. Kids were lucky enough to have some turkey with the men feeling rather happy for doing such a sweet deed.

When this holiday comes into my head, I would think of those times I am spending with my family. Talking, feasting, and watching football games and parades on the television is what most families, including mine, would do on this day. A painting of Norman Rockwell’s Four Freedom series would define the Thanksgiving Day. “Freedom from Want” depicts a family who are about to help themselves to a great feast that would include the turkey which we all love. There seems to be no thought of want in their heads. They are truly thankful for what they have now. Christmas may fill their heads with wanting, but Thanksgiving comes first and we would still be thankful. This day is a favorite of my mother who sadly passed away of cancer nine months ago. It is going to fill hardship to my grandmother who really misses her daughter, but my family must be thankful that she is in a better place and we will reunite with her someday. Our thankfulness will never stop when time passes.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Life with Halloween

Life with Halloween

Monsters, Spirits, and Zombies are part of a day.
The day is Halloween, and that’s the day they prey
On us with terrifying and horrible fear.
They can scare you when they suddenly appear.
But my story isn’t about either of those things,
It’s about a question and the mystery it brings.

It was a nice and peaceful day for a walk
To school, and having my friends for a little talk.
We like to talk about things, especially the day
That is coming in four days anyway.

Then, one day, while we were walking and talking,
We saw a man looking at a park without stalking.
He looked normal; through he had a few other things.
In his hand were a stick and a rope of many strings.
That mysterious man that we saw upon us
Looked like he wanted to hurt and con us.
We walked slowly that day by the little park,
We thought our lives were becoming very dark.
We came back to my house after school was done;
Our mystery solving about that man has begun.

Who was that man? Why was he looking at the park?
Why was he mysterious looking like a shark?
And why did he have a stick and a rope in his hands?
We thought it was something of his evil plans.
Maybe he was killed while tied up and getting disgrace,
And the stick must’ve killed him in an unknown place.
We believed we all know where that stick was
In the man that was mysterious because
You would get killed with the smallest things around.
My friend, Alan, thought what we were thinking was profound.

“Fellas,” he said, “What you all think is not true.
Sure, the man is strange, but you don’t have a clue.”
But we didn’t listen to him, we ignored him,
But he knows that someday we will reward him.

Then we thought he got killed, but didn’t go to the light.
We thought he was a spirit, who can give you a fright,
And maybe the stick and the rope was to measure,
So he can build a house with evil things to treasure.
And maybe torture people while no one’s looking,
And witches might be there, ready to start cooking
An innocent little boy who hasn’t done any harm.
That little place would certainly have no charm.

We started to go crazy, what were we thinking?
We were starting to act like fathers who were drinking.
We decided to stop thinking about this,
Whether that mysterious and strange man exists.
He might be regular, he might be frightening.
But that doesn’t mean he can scare you with lightening
Or anything else that might fill you with fear.
We stopped talking, and talked about that day of the year
Where kids would go door to door for treats
And carry baskets which would be full of sweets.

We enjoy Halloween, we think it is fun.
It is quite a holiday for everyone.
We then went trick or treating that very night
And we never spoke about that man that gave us fright.
He could have been a spirit or even a killer,
But we promised to never speak about that thriller.

A new change in this blog

I decided to put the Short Story and Television Special teleplay of It's Not Safe Here, Dear together so that they can be in one story and not get confused.

The Power of the Flower

The Power of the Flower

The Sonnet:

A seed is the beginning of a plant,
A plant of beauty and wisdom for us.
They are treated like people with a chant
That summons power without a fuss.
The power is strong with a flower,
The power can be used to heal trees.
You would be amazed at this power.
It can control the winds and the seas.
Those who control that power are the Dews.
They are a lovely tribe with that power.
They see this power in different views
Like the many species of the flower.
This power is valuable to them,
And they never lay a hand on the stem.

The Haiku:

The power of dews,
The control of a small plant.
Unbelievable.

An Ode to the Dews and the Flower:

Those little people called the Dews
See a flower in many views.
It is not a normal plant,
It has a power with a chant.
The Power of the Flower
Is beautiful in all the hour.
You would be amazed at this,
It would be something you would miss.
The Power and those little Dews
Can be a story you can choose.

The Nonet:

The Power of the Flower, the Dews,
And all their stories have been found.
But they must be kept secret.
For it would be ruined
Because of evil.
But there is good
Like the Dews,
And their
plant.

The Acrostic:

Powers that come from plants
Of the Dews are unbelievable.
With the power of one flower,
Everything changes through their land.
Rival tribes will be baffled.

The Tanka:

The Power of plants,
That's what makes the Dews special.
They all have wonders
That is indescribable
And unbelievable, too.

The Limerick

We never seen the Dews and their plants,
And we never heard those unknown chants.
But I'm sure with some time,
We would find something prime
That tells about the Dews and their plants.

Failed Television Special #1: Champion

Failed Television Special #1

"Champion"

premiered on June 5, 1993

INT. BOXING RING - NIGHT

The boxers get ready to fight in the ring. A referee walks on the ring with a microphone in his hand.

REFEREE: Welcome to another fantastic boxing match tonight in the Potterella. In this left corner, weighing 265 pounds, four-time champion, Deadly Juice Squeezer!

The crowd cheers for him.

REFEREE: And in the right corner, weighing 186 pounds, a new challenger, Steven Pedal!

A few people cheer for Steven (maybe the fans for challengers). The boxers come to the referee.

REFEREE: You can punch each other as much as you like, but if one of you is injured, we'll get you to a hospital. Okay, boys. Let's get started.

The bell rings and the boxers start to fight. DJS (Deadly Juice Squeezer) starts to punch Steven a few times. Steven moves behind DJS and punches him on the back. DJS moans and lays on the floor. Steven picks up DJS and gives him punches and kicks. He lays on the floor in pain. The referee quickly comes on the ring.

REFEREE: One, two, three! Steven Pedal wins round one!

The crowd cheers for Steven.

FADE INTO:

INT: LOCKER ROOM - NIGHT

Steven is putting on his clothes and is about to go home. His friend, Alan Trimchar, comes in in the scene.

STEVEN: Hey, Alan.

ALAN: Hey, Steven. That match was incredible! You have such good skills. How did you do that?

STEVEN: I am just tremendous, that's all.

ALAN: That's what they always say and that must be their secret. You know, I think you should challenge the boxing champion of the city.

STEVEN: Chief 'n Boss Bucky?

ALAN: That's right. What do you say?

STEVEN: I am sure I can beat him.

ALAN: That's what I wanted to hear. I'll get the Boxing Association to let you and Bucky have a match. But first, you need to prepare like all men do.

CUT TO:

INT. GYM - DAY

We see Steven exercising along with Alan. They're running on treadmills, lifting weights, and doing sit ups.

FADE INTO:

INT. APARTMENT - DAY

Chief 'n Boss Bucky, a very strong African-American, is enjoying himself in the living room. The phone rings just then.

CHIEF 'N BOSS BUCKY: Hello? Hey, Mr. Parkinson. Sure, I'll come to your office.

He hangs up the phone.

CHIEF 'N BOSS BUCKY: John, Franco!

Two African-Americans come into the scene.

CHIEF 'N BOSS BUCKY: Get the car ready. Parkinson called.

JOHN: Yes, sir.

FRANCO: We'll have the car ready for your ride.

FADE INTO:

INT. SMALL OFFICE - DAY

Mr. Parkinson is sitting in his chair in his office reading a book. Bucky, with Johnson and Franco, enter the office.

CHIEF 'N BOSS BUCKY: Hello, Parkinson.

PARKINSON: Afternoon, Buck. Have a seat.

They do so.

PARKINSON: I got a call from someone named Mr. Alan Trimchar who wants his friend to challenge you in match.

CHIEF 'N BOSS BUCKY: Has he ever beaten anybody?

PARKINSON: Well, he defeated Deadly Juice Squeezer.

CHIEF 'N BOSS BUCKY: Poor man. He had a lousy name anyway. What's my challenger's name?

PARKINSON: He's named Steven Pedal, 6 feet tall, and 186 pounds.

They started laughing together.

CHIEF 'N BOSS BUCKY: He'll never win against me. He's a shrimp. A little shrimp. He has no chance at me. I will still be the champion.

CUT TO:

EXT. PARK - DAY

Steven is running for his workouts on the match. A reporter, along with a camera crew, comes to the park for a interview.

REPORTER: Steven! Steven! Lindsey Tyler, Wednesday Afternoon News. Do you think your skills and talents will beat Chief 'n Boss Bucky?

STEVEN: Look, I am sure because of my skills since I have begun working out when I was 16. So I can do a lot of things for Buck in that match.

CUT TO:

INT. BOXING RING - NIGHT

Steven and Chief 'n Boss Bucky get ready for the match. The referee comes up on the ring with a microphone in his hand.

REFEREE: Welcome to another great boxing match. I can see with this crowd that boxing is getting better and popular. Anyway, in the left corner, weighing 292 pounds, the all-time champion, Chief 'n Boss Bucky!

The fans cheered for him. Steven was getting a little worried.

ALAN: Don't worry, man. I am sure you can beat this guy up with your skills.

STEVEN: Thanks, Alan.

REFEREE: And in the right corner, weighing 186 pounds, champion Steven Pedal!

Fans cheer for him. The bell rings, and Steven and Bucky confront each other on the ring. Bucky starts to punch Steven a few times and he's starting to get him. Steven lays on the floor in pain from the punches.

CHIEF 'N BOSS BUCKY: You are useless. You won't defeat me. I am the champion.

The audience cheers for Bucky and he turns to watch them adore him. Steven thought this could be his chance to get him for sure. He got up and grabbed Bucky, and threw him on the floor and started to beat him up. Bucky lays on the floor in pain. The referee come on the ring.

REFEREE: One, two, three! You're out! Pedal wins!

The entire crowd cheers for Steven. Steven is proud of the result of this. He looks what is around him and smiles.

END

THE FOLLOWING IS ALL FICTION

The Rhymes of Thyment

The Rhymes of Thyment

Robert Thyment really loves poems a lot
And every poem he reads, he thinks of a thought.
That thought is making his own poem, he’ll try that.
So, he put on his jacket and his tall top hat
And he went to a nice little place to write
His very own poem which will show us delight.

He got out a paper; he got out a pen,
He put the pen point on the paper and then,
He started to write his poem with wonderful words
And it will sound quite sweetly like the chirping of birds.
It was very hard because poems have words that rhyme,
But he continued to write within all his time.
The words were starting to become very good.
Robert could tell that he was in a very good mood.

He continued to write words again and again
With the lovely dark point of his bird feather pen.
He worked very hard with his poem on that paper.
He thought he could do good like Letter and Vapor
Who are famous poets in the town where he lives
And they have an influence on Peter Blives.
Robert thought of Blives as he was writing,
Blives makes poems which are very exciting.
That’s the inspiration for poets today
To write poems like Blives in a very good way.

Robert finished his poem, how fortunate of him.
He finally made a poem which doesn’t sound grim.
He decided to show it to the men in his club,
Which used to be a very old British pub.
But before Robert showed his poem, one man
Who was named Peter Telegram Joanne,
Found the poem on one table just standing there
And Peter thought he can read it with time to spare.
He picked up the paper and started to read,
He hoped this little poem will surely succeed.

Heather, Heather, I cannot see you around here.
Please give me a sign which will be very clear.
Show me your love; show me your very kind heart
Like artists had done with their very own art.
I really want to see you with your hair and eyes
But do in a way that makes you very wise.
Talk to me in your own voice, it’s so lovely and nice;
Speak to me, Speak to me, not once and not twice.
But talk to me in a long conversation
And show me your gorgeous face for concentration.
Do not act like a spirit in front of me.
Appear to me, so that my small eyes can see
The beautiful woman I had always loved since.
Come to me like a princess coming to a prince.
Heather, I can see you. Why, I am glad to see you.
I will always see you with my eyes and heart, too.

“Thyment!” Peter shouted as he finished reading.
He came forward and Peter said, “You are succeeding
To become a famous poet like all the others.
I’m sure you’ll all be happy like little brothers.
This poem is unlike anything I ever seen.
Robert, I can tell you are really keen.”

Robert Thyment is now a poet of love
And every poem he makes, he tells tales of
His wife, Heather, who was a beautiful girl
And Robert can see her eyes like a little pearl.
We will know the next poems of this good man
To the next story and where it all began.