On the eve of a hallowed day

Till the sun does not shine and the wind does not blow I must pray fervently for the sake of my soul.... On this eve of all saint's day I see a disturbing fetish arising amongst the young people of the nearest village. It seems the desire to dress and frolick about in costumes and disguise has become the rage amongst the youth of this village. Certainly I have warned against the following of such ancient witchery yet I see so many people openly in worship of such things. Their costumes disturb me and they do not know the peril they are in. Upon stopping in their company I was dismayed to see such arrogance and display of foolery. Where is there reverence and respect?

Perhaps the devil himself has rooted in these parts. It is certain the look in the eyes of those about here would suggest as much. Pray Jesus in Heaven that this heathen activity will not drag the entire town into it's grasps!

Though I think I speak most urgently I do not know upon whose heart my words fall. My lady is lost in the seeking of wordly gains and spends little time in prayer as I beg of her. Perhaps the tale I most brilliantly told is lost to her feeble understanding. Ay, tis apparent her doom is assured.

Pride, the deadliest of deadly sins is so very rampant. My soul is saddened by these local uncivilized inhabitants. I will pray with my greatest strength and seek the mercy of our Lord above that I, too, will not succumb to the great vanity of these develish days....

Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 is Wonderful by Pat Mora

I have long been fascinated by Shakespeare's work one of my favorite sonnet from him is called sonnet 18. This poem has several meanings and as poet and writer myself i am quite intrigued by Shakespeare and how brilliant his work is. Sonnet 18 is my favorite sonnet because it has many metaphors and images through out the poem.

In his poem he describes a man comparing summer to his mistress. He uses description of nature and how they all relate to his affection for this one particular lady. The meaning if the poem is that though the seasons will change and the beauty of summer will be gone it wont fade away completely, but the beauty of the mistress will be seen and remembered just as summer will be remembered.

Shakespeare means that the mistress will not be forgotten as long as there are people who see the beauty of her. Shakespeare is writing about someone who is very much in love and how his mistress is as lovely or even more lovely than a summer's day. This poem touches me deeply because the words are very strong and they speak for it's self.

Why I love You?

The breeze through the coconut’s tree that makes you sleeps
The diamond sand that touches my feet
Those warm and motherly arms
That gives you wings and a plate for you to eat

You that catch my heart and soul for ever
Until death does it part or until I have you
I will carry you in my heart for ever and ever
Who are you?

You the mother that wouldn’t let go of their kids live
But also the one that wants the best for them
Walkers of the night that will take you alive
You so dark and dangerous that care away many of them

So innocent and pure at the same time
That I get lost over time

A portrait of our pilgrimage

shame...

O...what have people come to? I am addressing to the three men who dare to extinguish my great master, Prospero and the two who had enough to drink! O, i've such a great sense of humor mimicking Trinculo this morning: "Thou liest, most ignorant monster, I am in case to jostle a constable." Heha. "Ignorant monster" make fun of me will he? It was ever so funny when Stephano and Trinculo fought. I seen their faces.
Anyway, the three are truly men of sin! Alonso, Sebastian, and Antonio, you fools! You three dared to draw out your swords at the greatest spirit Ariel? Not on my watch! No one should ever ruin Prospero! I've said this before and I'll say it once more, "the elements of whom your swords are tempered may as well wound the loud winds,...as diminish one dowl that's in my plume... The powers,...incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures, against your peace...Upon your heads-is nothing but heart's sorrow and a clear life ensuing."
O, Prospero, my master, I will serve you until i get my reward!

Ariel, by Thomas Gray

A spirit bound to one, her lord
With kindness rescued her from sword
Of Strife and Misery
At her behest to loose the bonds
That held her in his murky ponds
His temper did change key

Lest she forget his noble work
The day which he did swiftly jerk
Her wholly from dismay
She would obey him for a time
And one day he would wax sublime
And cut her bonds away

In meantime she his bidding do
With loyalty put things askew
And speak for Trinculo
But they shall not be cut in twain
The three men friends once more again
Caliban, Stephano

Another form doth she command
To men whose ill name known by lands
And scare them out of minds
Prospero being lord of this
Where they do find themselves amiss
He knows of their dark kinds

The whim and fancies of Prosper
A twink a beat a soft whisper
The spirit carries out
With naught but rare and subtle pleas
That she might finally be free
And give a wondrous shout

The final trick thus well performed
Prospero pleased, his heart hast warmed
To quite its full extent
To lovely Ariel who waits
He lets her go past house and gates
Eternal merrimen

The Tempest can be a soap show on today's television

Walt Whitman

Many a times i have seen the distresses of familiar feud. My favorite part of The Tempest in Act 3 scene 1 was when Ferdinand and Miranda ended up speaking to each other about their love for one another, even though i am known for writing very detailed sexual scenes, i would of written better, no offense Shakes. I love when Miranda asks Ferdinand if he loves her and he enthusiastically replies that he does. I know he is the King of Naples but she doesn't care about his title and she is more concerned with his love for her, now that's real love. They wed. Act 3 scene 2 begins with a quarrel between Stephano, Trinculo and Caliban, but it ends with all of them agreeing with a master plan to get Stephano the throne. But in scene 3 Ariel lets us know why Ferdinand ends up dead and its because of sin. It turns from a nice loving scene in Act 2 into sinful scene in Act 3.

Some advice

Miranda Dear,
The aim of this is to give you a moment's pause. You can do with these words what you like, but know that they only come out of concern (If you do not agree, you are in good company. My words have caused quite an uproar and much debate amongst my critics. In fact, one of my novels was banned because it was deemed subversive and too disturbing for the public). I realize you have been secluded on an island for most of your life and have not been exposed to anything but what your father permits, but is immediately running into the arms of another man a means to break free of that seclusion? As you were imprisoned on the island, so you readily jump into imprisonment again in the form of marriage? Maybe "imprisonment" is too harsh. I am not saying to never marry, nor to completely avoid men, but I am suggesting trying to develop your own sense of self without a man to define you. You are still young and know less about the world than most. I can tell you from experience, marriage and raising a family can be difficult. It can also be lonely. Who knew one could feel so isolated while surrounded by family and friends?

In some respects I envy you, envy your freedom from social norms and proper etiquette. I envy your ignorance of the pressure that comes with being a wife and, possibly, a mother. To blissfully fall in love at first sight is a beautiful concept, unfortunately it is not realistic. You have expressed a desire in your own posting to learn more about the world outside of your island. I believe it would serve you well to turn that desire inward to learn more about yourself as well.

Be assured, I offer these words as kindly advice and nothing more. Good luck, Miranda, whatever path you choose.

Be Wary and Make Haste

Gentlemen,

It is my duty to protect the good Prioress. It is a weight upon my mind now that I must stress the importance of vigilance in this, our tale-telling about her. Let us not forget the spirit of pride which pulls us each about tempting us to reach into our imaginations for the most colorful tale we can weave.

While her comfort and protection are my focus on this journey; her protection is certainly my most serious of these. My horse is not sturdy but it is my hope that he is at least swift and at my beckon in the chance that I shall need to defend my lady. She is quite frail and misguided in the ways of the evil which lurks a

bout this foreign land and people.

My great strength will surely keep us all safe along this way. My guidance, I pray, will be also to your benefit. Only this past night I saw a vision which has been keeping my mind quite occupied.

Pray we keep our hearts open to fear of the Lord lest we perish before we return to our homes. Keep my mind steady in my quest; many men have dreamt the dream of doom and not been prudent to be watchful as I know I must! I am certain I saw visions in my dreaming which have caused my great dis-ease this day... I dare not look too long on my lady lest she lead me to my doom.

May the saints be with us and watch over us and the intentions of our hearts keep us safe. May the fears of my nightmares prove nothing but the foolishness of a prideful, tempted man. May the creatures of the night not overtake us in the light or darkness of this, our great journey.

o...the flame.....

o, Prospero, great master, hail! I come to tell thou it was horror! The fire was mad, opened its mouth to take the whole ship! All but mariners jumped into the water, then afire with me. O thank goodness safely in harbor is the king's ship. Thou hast promised, my liberty. I done thee worthy service. Prospero did promise to bate me a year. In return, I will serve you every wish, master.