To A Lost Friend

Had we but multiple lifetimes and days

This feeling, love, is beyond ways

We would dance around and dream every single day

To prance, and stroll in a park so far away

Thou by the warm summer caves

Should friends ask; I emerged in the waves

Would anyone admire you, I would

Love you always as I could,

And you should, if you please, refuse

Till the day I can make you my muse.

My days when you’re around will never be low

Higher than skyscrapers and stronger than the wind’s blow;

My heart beats like it’s running through a maze 

The thought of you simply puts me in a daze;

Nothing will ever put our friendship to the test,

Our relationship will never be a mess;

But eventually we may be pulled apart,

But I will always be in your heart.

For, love, you deserve this happiness,

Nor would I smile at anyone else.

       Never forget I will always be near

Look up at the stars and I will be here;

And dream about how the stars hang in the sky

Ocean breezes pulling

Our conversations will not be forgotten;

Nor will the memories become rotten

Your song; composed with a guitar

That notebook full of lyrics,

And our letters turn into nothing but dust,

And memories in our hearts become a must;

The mind is a maze with no empty space,

But some, I think, do not pertain.

       Now therefore, while the memory is new

Sit on the rooftop looking at stars for there are a few,

And while our dreams collide

At every moment of sadness subsides,

Now let us dream as we may,

And while sitting on the same stacks of hay,

While the time and memories fly

None of these conversations will ever die.

Let us remember our dear words

Remembering our heart verses in thirds,

And although we are still dear friends

Through the ocean’s demanding waves:

Thus, though we can never be together

Sit still, yet we will watch the sunrise again.

To His Coy Youtube

To His Coy Youtube

Had we but seconds enough, and minutes,
This coyness, Youtube, were no crime.
We would sit down and click every which way
To spectate and pass our heavily advertised day.
Thou by the gaming channels’ side
Shouldst angry teenagers find: I by the slow
Wifi would complain. I would
Watch you ten years before cat videos,
And you should, if you please, queue
New videos til the conversion of my mind to mush.
My love for cat videos should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should be spent
My eyes and on thy comment section gaze;
Two hundred to adore each parody music video;
But thirty thousand to the cute babies smiling;
An age demographic at least to every channel,
And the thumbs-up section should show your worth;
For, Lady, you deserve this “like”,
Nor would I love at lower video quality.

To His Coy Mistress Emulation

To Her Eager Suitor

 

Had we but world enough and time

This wooing, sir, would be no crime

We would sit down, and think which way

To walk, and pass our long love’s day.

Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side

Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide

Of thy endless attention would complain. I would

Despise you ten years before the flood,

And I should, if you please, deny

No matter how long you try.

My sweet affection should grow

Sour as vinegar and more slow;

An hundred years should go to scorn

Thine worthless mind, from dusk to morn;

Two hundred to abhor thy bodily self,

But thirty thousand to all else;

An age at least to every part,

And the last age should break thy heart.

For, sir, you deserve this state,

Nor would I hate at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear

Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;

And yonder all before us lie

Deserts of vast eternity.

My patience shall no more be found;

Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound

My echoing spite; then worms shall try

Thy self-despised virginity

And thy mad persistence into dust

And my coy disdain into rust

To rot in earth is fine to do,

Less eroding than to be with you.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue

Sits on thy skin like morning dew,

And while thy willing soul transpires

At every pore with instant fires,

Like a bird of prey with one wing lame

You should hunt more slothful game.

We should at once our time devour

Or languish in his slow-chapped power.

Let us roll all thy want and all

My hatred up into one ball,

And tear our grievance with rough strife

Through the iron gates of life:

Though you wish our love remain

Better, we never meet again.

 

 

 

To My Coy Admissions Officer

Had we but world enough and time,

This coyness, dear sir, were no crime.

We can sit down and be withdrawn,

From ideas my papers could spawn.

Thou shall be caught up in a whirl

Of people; And I by the Pearl

Of the Orient. But I have

Dreamed this  even before the Flood,

And you should, if you please, accept

Me even if I look inept.

My desires are like battleships

For acceptances and scholarships.

Hundred years gone to Common App,

Information and essays unwrapped;

Four hundred for thine supplements,

And twenty-four hundred for tests,

For one deposit to invest.

And the last letter should say yes.

For, dear sir, you deserve this state.

Though I’d love a really nice rest.

 

But at my back I always hear

Deadline’s Uber hurrying near;

And yonder all before us ride

Deserts of vast eternity.

Thy opinion shall not be cared,

Nor your videos that I beared

For ages: now the views will abstain

And also downvoted again.

And your quaint honor turn to dust,

And into ashes all my lust:

Internet’s a place to display,

But no one, I think, will get paid.

Now therefore, since it is unread,

Swift the document through your head,

Before you witness my greatness,

Or reject me with some vagueness,

Beware that thy brain is controlled,

As my essay breaks thy threshold,

Now, let’s begin a game of catch,

Rather at once we can Skype,

Than what the papers would provide.

Let us see my potentials and all

My glory in just a brief call,

And maybe get rid of thy strive.

Thorough the iron gates of life:

Thus, though we cannot make our sun

Stand still, yet we will make him run.

To His Coy Summer Break

To His Coy Summer Break

Had we but world enough and time,

This coyness, summer break, were no crime.

We would sit down, and think which way

To lay, and pass our endless day.

Thou by the end of exams side

Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide

Of a late slumber would complain. I would

Love you longer than I probably should

And you will, if you please, refuse

Till the end of school is old news.

My vegetable love should grow

Vaster than the length of day and more slow;

An hundred years should go to praise

Thine weather, and on thy memories gaze;

Two hundred to adore each lack of test,

But thirty thousand to the rest;

An age at least to every part,

And the last age should show your heart.

For, summer break, you deserve this mate,

Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear

Adulthood’s jobs hurrying near;

And yonder all before us lie

Deserts of vast responsibility.

Thy beauty shall no more be around;

Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound

My echoing song; then a boss shall try

That long-preserved magic,

And your flashy honour turn to dust,

And into ashes all my activities that are a must;

The real world a fine and interesting place,

But none, I think, do there have time for another embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue

Rests on my thoughts like all my dreams come true,

And while thy wily soul transpires

At every day to fill all my youthful desires,

Now let us be free while we may,

And now, like teenage lads of an endless day,

Rather at once our time devour

Than languish in this land of brain power.

Let us roll all our stress and all

Our worries up into one ball,

And cut it like a knife

Through the rigid gates of a further life:

Thus, though we cannot make our sun

Stand still, yet we will make him let us have all our fun.

To His Coy Commercial

      Had we but world enough and time,

This coyness, commercials, were no crime.

We would sit down, and think which way,

To spend, and waste our money away.

Thou come after every minute of show,

Resulting in a great feeling of woe,

and on my couch I complain. I would

Fast-forward as soon as I could,

And you should, if you please, refuse

Keep my favourite show from receiving views.

The number of commercials continues to grow

Vaster than empires and more slow;

A hundred years should go to see

The drama, and all the comedy;

Two hundred to enjoy the jest,

But thirty thousand to the rest;

An age to least every show, happy or sad,

But none to all the tedious ads

For, viewers, deserve to be entertained

However, with commercials this can’t be obtained

      But at my back I always hear

Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;

And as I watch my show while sitting hither,

My body and bones begin to slowly wither.

I’ll soon no longer be able to watch

The shows recorded on my DVR box,

And all the programs I hold so dear,

will slowly start to disappear.

But still we spend time watching the advertisement,

With solemn expressions of despisement.

The grave’s a fine and private place to lie,

But I can no longer watch episodes of “Family Guy”

      Now therefore, while I’m still alive,

We need our television shows to survive.

Without them we are lost and weak

And our lifestyles are so dull and bleak.

Now let us begin to put a ban

On the commercials that are such a scam.

Rather we can spend our time viewing

The programs that are entertaining and amusing.

Let us skip the monotonous commercial breaks

For the viewer’s and audience’s sake,

And watch shows like “The Flash” and “Shameless”

While they’re still around and still exist.

So on our couch, we can watch and recline

As long as the sun still shines.

To His Coy Teacher

Had I but world enough and time,

This assignment, teacher, were no crime.

I would sit down, and contemplate.

I would, happily in fact, read all day.

At my desktop, under my flickering light,

Hours would be spent to write. 

Extensive research done without groan

New information would become known

Endless concepts I could explore

All my homework completed without uproar

But at my back I always hear

All of my other commitments hurrying near;

Sadly other deadlines are still an issue,

And college apps close in my view.

Weekends packed with dance rehearsal,

and I have no more time left for dispersal.

My schedule is fully packed.

Your innumerable assignments make me feel attacked.

Now therefore, I must ask

Please do not assign another task.

Although I always want to strive for excellence.

I would like to find a little balance.

Before I say goodbye to high school,

Let me have some free time, don’t be cruel.

Though we cannot stop the sun,

Doing classwork, instead, will be more fun.