Sonnets Here, In-House

Copperfox

Copperfox

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Last night, because Bruiser was in low spirits, I wrote a sonnet for her on the "Mood" thread to cheer her up. Since she said it made her smile, I'm going to try writing more such ventures to honor other TDL members. To begin with, another young lady who will always be special to me:

FOR UMBRELLAxSCENExCORE

Umbrellas with transparent central part
Were what the girl meant by her forum name;
Once this is understood, my work of art
Can turn to saying: it would be a shame

If Pakistan's most precious daughter yet
Should ever think, one minute of one day,
That this old man could possibly forget
Her blessing to my Janalee's last day.

And it was also Farah who beheld
The cliffs of Aslan's Country, with my love
Alive up there, forever strong and well,
And able to see me from up above.

So, Farah, may God's love hold you erect,
And bless you more than you know to expect.
 
For the boys. lol

Caught the breeze
Caught the lightning
He's in the middle
And you freeze
In the brightning
of the riddle.

Mr. Pollock bring your son
the sisters have gone
Feel this and dont believe
your the loan
of their zone
cause he's our fun
Oh how I loved the boys on
the left, oh and your not here
didn't know what she was, the sisters' ear.

Hiding it well
you dont bring it
So small
you can't stand the dwell
when she's closer and closer to the wall
Maybe she will quit
Maybe she's the hate
you hide in your dress boy
Right on time for the date
too bad I'm coy.
 
You'll be shocked to know that I heartily approve of your latest endeavor ;). This would be an English/Shakespearean sonnet, unless I'm much mistaken. ABAB, CDCD, EFEF, GG. Three quatrains and a concluding couplet.

Iambic pentameter is supposed to mimic natural speech, and yours goes even a step above that. Leave it to you to take an ancient form and make it sound conversational :D.

Molto bene!

 
Thank you, ma tres chere Fantine. Dayhawk, by Pollock do you mean Jackson Pollock? But to continue--


FOR TIMBALIONGUY:


Tim Stoffel, known as Timbalionguy,
My brother in the realms of sober thought,
Can't stand for lions by neglect to die,
And strives to see them flourish as they ought.

He wishes he could give large carnivores
A refuge with a flawless wall and moat;
For some who claim to love the predators
Are like those who say, "I love God," but don't.

Few members here suspect how hard he fights
Tree-huggers, who deceive the world at large
With phony claims to seek dumb creatures' rights,
While really making lions' fates more harsh.

Real progress, not fake shortcuts, is his cry;
Hence my salute to Timbalionguy.
 
Now it's YOUR turn, lovely Vanessa....


~ FOR MRS. GIL-GALAD TOOK ~

In almost fifty-seven years on Earth,
I never once had envied anyone
For playing hockey; but let loose your mirth,
For now my green-eyed jealousy's begun.

I envy Eric Lindros very much,
Because he's the celebrity of choice
For fair Vanessa, sweetest of the Dutch,
Who showers him with her admiring noise.

Vanessa, for her part, not in a game,
But in real life, has taken some hard shots,
Yet has not ever told God He's to blame--
Her Christian faith's authentic, not ersatz.

A sonnet has to end when scarce begun;
But she could fit in Proverbs Thirty-One.
 
Copperfox said:
Thank you, ma tres chere Fantine. Dayhawk, by Pollock do you mean Jackson Pollock? But to continue--


FOR TIMBALIONGUY:


Tim Stoffel, known as Timbalionguy,
My brother in the realms of sober thought,
Can't stand for lions by neglect to die,
And strives to see them flourish as they ought.

He wishes he could give large carnivores
A refuge with a flawless wall and moat;
For some who claim to love the predators
Are like those who say, "I love God," but don't.

Few members here suspect how hard he fights
Tree-huggers, who deceive the world at large
With phony claims to seek dumb creatures' rights,
While really making lions' fates more harsh.

Real progress, not fake shortcuts, is his cry;
Hence my salute to Timbalionguy.
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lol yes it does, and is thread for only your sonnets? if so sorry to cramp your style:eek:
 
Dayhawk, I have made poetic interjections on Inkling's thread of her sonnets, so I would be a hypocrite if I got angry at you for doing no more than I have done myself.
 
Copperfox said:
Dayhawk, I have made poetic interjections on Inkling's thread of her sonnets, so I would be a hypocrite if I got angry at you for doing no more than I have done myself.
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ahh ok. hee hee then heres mine for you!

Age comes with wisdom
Time with jaded eyes
in a world with misinterpreted freedom
He can sort out the lies.

The copper fox watches with quiet
strides, the world go by
as the villagers riot
and the earth goes ary.

Decades change
seasons stay the same
and the copper fox looks over the range
of this bitter world, that seemed to forget his name.

But I see him in his steadfast love
knowing completly, that one day he'll be a dove.
 
I'm going to see if somehow I can get all the way through this one without ever using the word "badger."


* For Evening Star *


Jack Lewis knew the times of "What, you too?"
When two souls find one spot to stand upon.
For me the concept's meaningfulness grew
As soon as I was introduced to John.

For both of us knew just the way it feels
To be more helpless than a newborn babe,
When (as it seems to us) God cruelly steals
Your love, and leaves you staring at a grave.

That's far from all the common ground we share,
But that's our most distinctive unity.
Now I wish Number Two for Magister,
While for myself I hope for Number Three.

I won't keep nagging John about romance--
But MY loves don't begrudge me some new dance.
 
Just to show Inkling that I can vary my style:


To Prince of the West


Far-soaring scholar of The Dancing Lawn,
You savor both of eagle and of mole:
However high the metaphysics reach,
You follow them upon the wings of dawn,
Or dive to chase them down a rabbit-hole,
To make them yield to us all they can teach.
Sometimes you just appeal to common sense,
When someone grows irrationally wild,
Insisting that emotions face the truth;
When Christian morals need a strong defense,
You won't let any unreflecting child
Be injured by the ignorance of youth.
Some who resent you will see in five years
That you spared them unnecessary tears.
 
Copperfox said:
Just to show Inkling that I can vary my style:


To Prince of the West


Far-soaring scholar of The Dancing Lawn,
You savor both of eagle and of mole:
However high the metaphysics reach,
You follow them upon the wings of dawn,
Or dive to chase them down a rabbit-hole,
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*sighs happily* Joseph, this is my favorite thus far...mainly because of the heights your ideas and imagery stretch to. It makes me think of Dante, which is high praise indeed; may we all learn to see with eyes of eagles.
 
Well, ma merveilleuse Fantine, I'll just have to keep trying to impress you further!


For The Absent LIFEMAIDEN....


At once adult and childish, meek and vain,
Michelle was one to whom no one could be
Indifferent--for everyone could see
Her struggle to make sense of crushing pain.

She had both suffered wrong, and sinned herself;
The latter she repented, while the first,
Hard to forgive, pursued her like a curse,
The whole time she gave tips for others' health.

She wrote to me awhile, and would confide
Some feelings; but the feelings always changed.
She left The Dancing Lawn as if estranged--
I don't know if to seek, or if to hide.

I pray that God will heal her secret sore,
Yet I scarce know just whom I'm praying for.
 
I was thinking about Michelle today. I wondered what ever happened to her and if she might look back upon the time she spent with us and if we left an impression.
Awesome work Joe! Awesome as always!!!!

*claps hands*
 
Wow, Joseph, these are beautiful! I especially like the one for Michelle -- I hope she will read it some day.

"scarcely know who I am praying for"
That was just right.
:)
 
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