These are the flowers I picked out for my dear Celimene. Aren’t they gorgeous!! If she chooses me over Alceste then I plan to give her a dozen roses and a dozen sonnets, I do believe the sonnets will win her over for sure, taking away any doubt that she might have left after choosing me!  It’s a Funny thing how sonnets are so easily written (for me of course, because I have such amazing talent), and can so easily win over a fair lady’s heart.  I don’t believe Alceste could ever match such a feat.  The second Photo is what i will be doing for the rest of my life if Celimene does not except me….  

donttaunteliante:

I found an interesting quote about gossip today- 

“Fire and swords are slow engines of destruction, compared to the tongue of a gossip” (Richard Steele).

This quote is very true, 

But gossip is something so many people get into.

It never turns out well, 

and only causes people to yell. 

It is not worth the hurt, 

to spread rumors about someone being a flirt. 

masterpoetaster: 

Eliante, I completely agree, although sometimes you can gossip about people in ways that the dimwitted would not understand, Acting as if you are on their side, like you weren’t really in the gossip conversation, even though you totally were. Here is a sonnet that agrees with what you are saying! 

Gossip is in the lips of the beholder
Of nothing.
It spreads with a single word
Lies and grows from out language.
Everyone does it that’s why we do…
I lied, I cheated, I hated, I’m jealous!
I’m the best, I’m the worst, I’m the fool who slept
With the enemy of my best friend.
I know all, I’m the one who rocks I’m
Gonna kill for the pleasure of game.
She did it cause she is a slut.
I did it cause I loved him.
She is dirty, she has nothing to give.
She likes or she hates.
I feast on you all, you’re my pray.
I have it all, I’m gonna get it all
I’m the winner, you’re the loser.
Behold the truth behind it all…
My lips are weaker then yours.
Because I spread the word.
I don’t know you but I can judge you.
You are strong if you don’t listen to what
I have to tell you.
I let you know what you are and
You know what I have become.
I’m a dirty word, I’m the dirty work
Of the lips I’m the worst of them all
I’m the one you kill.
I die when you learn.
Not to believe all you hear.

Ah, Slam poetry!  It always makes me happy to see an young individual so excited and enthusiastic about poetry.  To be a good poetaster you must have confidence and poise!  All of the qualities that some may say I have in my writing.  This is music to my ears and i encourage everybody to follow this young lady’s example!

http://www.2knowmyself.com/relationship_breakups/how_to_make_someone_fall_in_love_with_you

To make someone fall in love with you, you first need to assure them that you have what they need.  There is also a basic criteria list that one must meet to even think about being in love with someone.  You can also try harder, and position yourself well, by associating your name with something strong and confident. 

I recommend this article to all of you out there who haven’t found true love yet.  It breaks down the steps one by one, and makes it easier to understand what one might be looking for when thinking about love.  I have tried to do everything in my power for Celimene to love me, and I believe that it has finally started to work!  I try to have similar traits of hers, and have already tried to woo her with my love sonnets and lively company, and I believe that it is starting to pay off! Stick to this article and you will be on the fast track to gaining your true love!

celimenedasexy:

I can not believe that women would have more then one husband. I mean i understand having options but eventally you HAVE to pick one. like me i have to pick one soon i have a feeling that they are going to find out my games soon. Then i will be left with non.

masterpoetaster:

Madam, I wish to know which way your tender feelings are inclined. Choose, if you please, between Alceste and me, and I shall stay or go accordingly.  If you wish for me to remain your true lover, you must deign to give me some more positive assurance.  I can endure no more of this suspense, if you truly love me you can show me a convincing sign.  And here’s the sign I urgently suggest: That you no longer tolerate Alceste, but sacrifice him to my love, and sever all your relations with the man forever.

celimenedasexy:

It is not my fault “if men admire me, if they pay me court and daily make me offers

of the sort you’d love to have them make to you. How can I help it?” that’s the

thing i can not help it. My down to earth self is charming to some.

master poetaster:

for you my dear Celimene…

Beauty

alcesteagainstsociety:

masterpoetaster:

alcesteagainstsociety:

masterpoetaster:

 http://citwings.com/poetry_article.html

There are many forms of poetry. Some poems are better to be read than to be viewed, and some better to be viewed than read. Sometimes there can be a bluring of the boundaries between poetry and art, but concrete…

alcesteagainstsociety:

I cannot believe you have the proxy to insult me,

When I of all people am the best of the wannabes

Who strive to be the best they can

In a style of poetry written by an infant’s hand.

My cruel tongue, as you view it, is the purest form

Of interpretation and judgment of what is the societal norm.

The artificial style, that’s all the fashion,

Has neither taste, nor honesty, nor passion.

And so I advise you to be wise

And hear the genius expertise I offer in my advise.

masterpoetaster 

“Hope comforts us awhile, ‘tis true, 

Lulling our cares with careless laughter,

And yet such joy is full of rue,

My Phyllis, if nothing follows after.

Your fair face smiled on me awhile,

But was it kindness so to enchant me?

‘Twould have been fairer not to smile.

If it’s to be my passions fate

Thus everlastingly to wait,

Then death will come to set me free:

For death is fairer than the fair;

Phyllis, to hope is to despair

When one must hope eternally.”

Does this satisfy you, for it has ever aspect that you denied the ones before.  I feel that it touches on all maters moral, and can withstand anything that you can dish out.

alcesteagainstsociety:

Oronte, these versus are despicable and vile,

However I am trifled more about the fact that you remain idol

And continue to believe that your taste is good.

I would encourage you and praise you if I could

Find one tiny thing that could be viewed positively

However I have yet to find that in any of your writings, sadly.

masterpoetaster: 

Others have praised my sonnet to the skies! Never mind, I lied when i said “don’t shrink from telling me sincerely what you think,” sometimes you ought to know to lie to people just so they accept you. You seem to think to think you’ve go no end in wit, and Sometimes i believe you need to watch your tone!  Come now, I’ll lend you the subject of my sonnet; I’d like to see you try to improve upon it!

alcesteagainstsociety:

masterpoetaster:

 http://citwings.com/poetry_article.html

There are many forms of poetry. Some poems are better to be read than to be viewed, and some better to be viewed than read. Sometimes there can be a bluring of the boundaries between poetry and art, but concrete…

alcesteagainstsociety:

I cannot believe you have the proxy to insult me,

When I of all people am the best of the wannabes

Who strive to be the best they can

In a style of poetry written by an infant’s hand.

My cruel tongue, as you view it, is the purest form

Of interpretation and judgement of what is the societal norm.

The artificial style, that’s all the fashion,

Has neither taste, nor honesty, nor passion.

And so I advise you to be wise

And hear the genius expertise I offer in my advise.

masterpoetaster 

“Hope comforts us awhile, ‘tis true, 

Lulling our cares with careless laughter,

And yet such joy is full of rue,

My Phyllis, if nothing follows after.

Your fair face smiled on me awhile,

But was it kindness so to enchant me?

‘Twould have been fairer not to smile.

If it’s to be my passions fate

Thus everlastingly to wait,

Then death will come to set me free:

For death is fairer than the fair;

Phyllis, to hope is to despair

When one must hope eternally.”

Does this satisfy you, for it has ever aspect that you denied the ones before.  I feel that it touches on all maters moral, and can withstand anything that you can dish out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HP-5Yd9s8c

Just because you think you have the ability to sell rhymes like dimes 

does not mean that they actually have any poetic signs.

You lack the purpose and meaning of the art,

your rhymes make people sick and feel so tart. 

You can take words and twist them to give them an interesting array,

but they are nothing but a sort of wordy play.

They have no relation to the other words around them,

you need to make something with a little less phlegm.  

It is almost the end of the damn day
I went to get ready for surprise dinner
It is near the end of this great month of May.
Were we really having liver?

Sometime I would like to have fried chicken
I have a nice big house in the hills of Pennsylvania
Maybe we can go cow tippin’
I used to work for the company of Sylvania

Liver isn’t my favorite and I don’t like it
It is also time to go to the community pool
School is almost out and I am trying to fight it
Jump in the water and act like a fool

Now it is the end of this hot May day.
Now I have to go to bed because my eyes are shut.

ahhh the way the different flavors roll off the tongue so smoothly,

a work of art that can only be achieved not by the uncouthly.

i see no one stanza that is less immaculate than the other,

no word or phrase that seems to suffer.