For GGray
From Victor Hugo to Ray Bradbury,
I trace great authors able to make prose
Compelling, with no need for fantasy;
Gee-Gray, potentially you're one of those.
You say that you live on a farm with cats,
But you make readers live inside a town
Where mirrors can teach lessons to young brats,
And recklessness can bring a biker down.
The junk-food menace you have well revealed,
And cheating at flag football you rebuke.
In Cambria there must be some nice field
Which grew you to be a creative nuke.
Now I can say that your high praise I sang.
Reciprocate! Go read my "Alipang!"
Probably, among native Filipinos, both A's in that name would be pronounced "ah." But since my hero in "The First Love of Alipang Havens" grows up in the United States, I assume that everyone around him would say his name using the short-A sound as in "angle." That vowel sound is actually rare in human language worldwide, though we do share it with French.
Probably, among native Filipinos, both A's in that name would be pronounced "ah." But since my hero in "The First Love of Alipang Havens" grows up in the United States, I assume that everyone around him would say his name using the short-A sound as in "angle." That vowel sound is actually rare in human language worldwide, though we do share it with French.
For the Jester
In sonnets, you need syllables which fit;
The nickname "Josh the Jester" fills the slit.
This friend of ours loves reading Holy Writ--
That means the Bible, Holy Spirit lit.
Our Jester was away from us a bit,
Which could have put his friends here in a snit;
But he returned, with courage and with grit,
Flew like a baseball to the catcher's mitt.
The Jester has devoted all his wit
To serving Christ, Who overcame the pit
Of sin and death, and strode right out of it
To give us an eternal first-aid kit.
So, Josh the Jester, hang around this time!
(Yes, twelve lines was enough with just one rhyme.)
Heehee my mom really liked the one about me too.I like how this one rhymes.
BTW, I showed the sonnet about me to my mom and she liked it.![]()
For the Jester
In sonnets, you need syllables which fit;
The nickname "Josh the Jester" fills the slit.
This friend of ours loves reading Holy Writ--
That means the Bible, Holy Spirit lit.
Our Jester was away from us a bit,
Which could have put his friends here in a snit;
But he returned, with courage and with grit,
Flew like a baseball to the catcher's mitt.
The Jester has devoted all his wit
To serving Christ, Who overcame the pit
Of sin and death, and strode right out of it
To give us an eternal first-aid kit.
So, Josh the Jester, hang around this time!
(Yes, twelve lines was enough with just one rhyme.)
Here, Zella, is one from much earlier in the history of this thread, in which I managed the same rhyme ALL the way through, with the help of repetition: