THE RISE OF A POET

STARRING THE ELITES

Starring the elites in this piece

The greatest writer of all time

William Shakespeare phoned me from the grave

He had these words to say,I told him I'd borrow

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day in sonnet 14

 My 'mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun in sonnet 130

The fool doth think he is wise,but the wise man knows himself to be a fool

Love all trust a few,do wrong to none

Men are at some times masters of their own fate

A legacy he'd left all poetic sons and daughters

Starring the elites in this piece

Edgar Allan Poe had some to leave

All we see or seem 

Is but a dream within a dream

As Oinos said in the power of words

But,since we grow hourly in knowledge must not at last

All things be known he asked?

Captivating he was,a genius not to say 

Starring the Elites,gazing the exquisite

E.E Cummings had some lines to spare

Of thy smile rises the immaculate sorrow

Of thy low hair flutter the level litanies

,Did you ever hear a jazz band?

or unnoise men doesn't make soup who drink

I was at the eye of brink

As I levelled through the legacies of these eminent figures

Good morrow misters and mistresses of this genre

Ay,they all bid us farewell and that we'd continue their works