https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-225-week-of-07-09-07 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 23:45:52 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5251-i.-father-embrace https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5251-i.-father-embrace his hair is whiter but his eyes much brighter so wise here on the edge of death a wedge removed his breath shallow arms entwined his hallowed love still mine. anstey Open Door Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-422-open-door#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5251 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5251 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5251 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5252-ii.-son-celebration https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5252-ii.-son-celebration "Grandfather! Father! I found a dead mouse in the snow by the lake," his small frame wriggling between the two men embracing.     anstey Open Door Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-422-open-door#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5252 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5252 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5252 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5253-iii.-mother-serving https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5253-iii.-mother-serving she gently guided them to the table where the hot oats steamed. The morning tea in blue mugs, the milk in a matching creamer and the fine white sugar sweet in it's blue blue home. Father in his chair, looking out over the lake And the son seated at the right hand of the father. All creation will be his one day. They bowed their heads to pray. anstey Open Door Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-422-open-door#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5253 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5253 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5253 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5254-iv.-son-oatmeal https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5254-iv.-son-oatmeal the key is that the oats have not become a pile of goo each oat must still exist. then, first the butter (no margerine) it will melt, then, the brown sugar it will melt, then the white sugar it will melt finally, the light cream and the milk swirl around the top golden butter floating upon that warm beige sea never stir, let it settle oats and boy must be at peace as the first taste violently explodes upon his young tongue. anstey Open Door Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-422-open-door#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5254 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5254 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5254 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5250-ix.-grandfather-knock-knock https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5250-ix.-grandfather-knock-knock Ascending the stairs iambically first tap of cane, then thud of foot. He smiles, wishing for days of spondees. The sunlight a moment of joy painting cotton soft memories upon his wizened face . Disturbing his meter, the wooden stairs creak slightly beneath his leather shod feet the light by the door is still on and the sounds of morning bustle give a gentle cadance to the crisp air. Love, Love, Love and life, with death knocking on the door.     anstey Tasting Peace Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-58-tasting-peace#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5250 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5250 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5250 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2607-monkey-s-in-my-head https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-2607-monkey-s-in-my-head Oooh ohhh, eeeee, eeeee, the monkeys are trying to flee They are jumping, climbing, fighting, thumping As they struggle to get the lid of the barrel free So they wiggle and they giggle and they play all day They push as they shove with a bit of monkey love But that lid won't budge it's not moving an inch So those silly monkeys they argue, fight, fidget and pinch They trample, they riot, they cry in their glasses of milk Before dancing, swirling, prancing, curling their way Eating bananas, singing off key, anything they can To keep their boredom at ... more anstey Old Poetry from DMV Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-102-old-poetry-from-dmv#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/2607 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/2607 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A2607 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5179-morning-song https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5179-morning-song   Morning Song   Startle! He slips in With the dawn   Warmth, against my back sends shivers   Intimate comfort bodies converge I melt.   Time waivers, Counted alone by early sun    never to leave this,   Our morning song.   babymoon Beneath the baby moon: the ramblings of Janelle Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-358-beneath-the-baby-moon-the-ramblings-of-janelle#comments 4 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5179 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5179 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5179 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4693-purpose-of-poetry https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-4693-purpose-of-poetry Which of the following most closely matches your essential reason for writing poetry? Why should we bother writing in ways that are often obscure and/or difficult to understand? keats The Ninth Hour Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-372-the-ninth-hour#comments 15 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/4693 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/4693 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A4693 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5265-shakespeare-s-monkey-revue https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5265-shakespeare-s-monkey-revue Sent on Jul. 10 2007 at 12:12 pm to "all" anstey Archived letters Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-98-archived-letters#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5265 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5265 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5265 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5228-vacation https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5228-vacation Vacation   I look forward to hot summer days On sandy beaches with ole Sol Baking our skin as we bask in His rays and daydream of nothing In particular.   Soft ocean breezes cooling Irritated reds, dipped in salty water, From the effects of too much exposure. Careful and careless because the day Was good and we understood at the End of it, there was soothing lotions And a night out on the town. Pretty bright lights and loud music To extend the days exuberance.   Falling into bed from total exhaustion Of too much shopping, submersing ... more Nyx Poetry Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-280-poetry#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5228 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5228 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5228 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5259-vi.-grandfather-despair-and-sunlight https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5259-vi.-grandfather-despair-and-sunlight death is a moment and a journey his son nods, but perhaps does not understand. there is a bed with white sheets and a blue spread there is a white wicker rocking chair by the window and the black iron stove in the parlor the moment will come the journey will end his son nods, but he still thinks tomorrow. there is a shadow on the porch by his feet all around the sunlight dances "Thank you," he says. "I love you," his son replies. anstey Open Door Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-422-open-door#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5259 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5259 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5259 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5260-vii.-father-courage-dreams https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5260-vii.-father-courage-dreams in his father's old brown eyes he could see no fear at all of death or dying only the reflections of his family and their dreams. talk of burden of blessings of boyhood and brotherhood then a simple thank you. the only tears between them were the condensation of love and peace where family is. anstey Open Door Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-422-open-door#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5260 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5260 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5260 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5289-what-do-we-call-carbonated-beverages https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5289-what-do-we-call-carbonated-beverages This is a dire crisis -- and only we here at Shakespeare's Monkeys are qualified to delve into the correct answer anstey Just a Nastey Journal Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-30-just-a-nastey-journal#comments 11 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5289 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5289 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5289 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5290-so-confess https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5290-so-confess Who pinched my monkey? Pags Open Forum For Discussion Fri, 05 Sep 2008 20:01:23 GMT /section-546-open-forum-for-discussion#comments 7 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5290 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5290 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5290 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5275-copyright-concerns https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5275-copyright-concerns I wonder if any of us are aware how vulnerable we are by posting our work on the internet Pags Agents, Publishing, Promotion, and Writing Sat, 17 May 2008 03:32:42 GMT /section-364-agents-publishing-promotion-and-writing#comments 11 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5275 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5275 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5275 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5309-unrestrained https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5309-unrestrained And some more random thoughts to entertain us Garrett Random Thoughts Thu, 03 Apr 2008 04:55:59 GMT /section-412-random-thoughts#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5309 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5309 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5309 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5286-a-litter-box-of-limericks https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5286-a-litter-box-of-limericks completely not my fault callooh Words Words Words Thu, 19 Jul 2007 03:56:37 GMT /section-335-words-words-words#comments 12 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5286 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5286 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5286 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5279-lamentations-on-a-free-market https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5279-lamentations-on-a-free-market Chapter 5 of 6 - Scarcity Alcuin of York Poetry and other writes of Alcuin of York Sat, 14 Jul 2007 23:13:47 GMT /section-216-poetry-and-other-writes-of-alcuin-of-york#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5279 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5279 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5279 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5257-lamentations-on-a-free-market https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5257-lamentations-on-a-free-market Chapter 4 - Selfishness (The chorus is sung to the tune of "My Favorite Things") Alcuin of York Poetry and other writes of Alcuin of York Sat, 14 Jul 2007 23:12:27 GMT /section-216-poetry-and-other-writes-of-alcuin-of-york#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5257 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5257 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5257 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5235-15 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-5235-15   15 November 69 the ones who couldtalkrelated stories,but of the jokesthey kept quiet. certainly.  there was humorthere.it was clearin the way they moved.stories just got in the way. confused, they wondered:why was the shrapnelso much easierto takethan the gassing             National Moratorium Day, on the steps of the Capitol,                      being tear-gassed by the Capitol Police   norm The Personal Space of Norman Milliken Sat, 14 Jul 2007 15:15:45 GMT /section-378-the-personal-space-of-norman-milliken#comments 2 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/5235 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/5235 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A5235