https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-1883-week-of-nbsp-01-30-12 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Thu, 11 Jun 2026 00:54:34 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13207-lunacy https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13207-lunacy   Oh yes, Yes, I knew dear one, you were the moon oh-faced and slivering away night by night until .. gone I pray you back - tomorrow 14 times until you sang a song mouth full  of silent lyric - a name perhaps or none at all but the stars.  you leave again as I watch it is your nature to be new again Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Sat, 04 Feb 2012 23:21:46 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13207 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13207 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13207 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13206-a-norman-prays-for-his-lorrae https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13206-a-norman-prays-for-his-lorrae Plures Mens Mercieca, Andrew Mosquitobytes Volume 15: Penitus Visum - 2012 Sat, 04 Feb 2012 07:49:16 GMT /section-812-mosquitobytes-volume-15-penitus#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13206 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13206 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13206 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13205-untitled https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13205-untitled an oldie...from 2006 Kedss Poetry Thu, 02 Feb 2012 13:33:46 GMT /section-828-poetry#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13205 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13205 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13205 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13202-valentine https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13202-valentine I'd pluck a red red rose for you to cynically deride; buy perfumed scents to thrill your nose before you snort and set aside. I'd write you sonnets spilling tears for stolen summers, vanished days, to make you mock and block your ears, denying foolish memories. I'd kiss your lips to cure their curse but strangers do not tender kisses: innured to spite, for better for worse we masquerade as Mr and Mrs. u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Mon, 30 Jan 2012 01:13:21 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13202 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13202 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13202