Sonnets Here, In-House

To Smaug, simply for BEING
HERE on a Tuesday morning


An internet community can be
Like a deserted house, or empty school,
When real life cuts down the activity
The forum was enjoying as a rule.

I just came from some online contract work;
The Dancing Lawn seemed silent as a mist.
Then, just as if I heard a robin chirp,
I spotted Smaug's name on the "present" list.

Ah, yes! The nice young lady who has been
A subject of my verse. The cyber-sight
Of her made me decide I would fit in
Another sonnet! Now my mood is bright.

You cheered me by just being here, and thus
You're sonnetized once more by this old cuss.
 
Copperfox said:
To Smaug, simply for BEING
HERE on a Tuesday morning


An internet community can be
Like a deserted house, or empty school,
When real life cuts down the activity
The forum was enjoying as a rule.

I just came from some online contract work;
The Dancing Lawn seemed silent as a mist.
Then, just as if I heard a robin chirp,
I spotted Smaug's name on the "present" list.

Ah, yes! The nice young lady who has been
A subject of my verse. The cyber-sight
Of her made me decide I would fit in
Another sonnet! Now my mood is bright.

You cheered me by just being here, and thus
You're sonnetized once more by this old cuss.
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Keehee! X3 *hugs*
 
A humorous observation shared with
UNFORGOTTEN_MEMORIES

Note that the word "mutually" is treated as four syllables.


When I was on my submarine at sea,
The chief sometimes would send me off to fetch
A shipmate; but the man eluded me,
And got to where I started--what a yetch!

It's like prosaic phone-tag here on land:
You try to reach someone who tries for you,
The other wonders why you're not at hand,
You wonder what that person found to do.

Miss Hailey, lately every time you're here,
I'm not! And you're not here the times I am!
It almost makes me feel a crazy fear
That your existence is an online scam.

No, I don't really think that; but it's weird
The way we've mutually disappeared.
 
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Well, Becca, the obvious way for me to grant your wish is......


Your story now in progress calls to mind
The films I've seen with artists in a bind,
When tyrants want their conscience to be blind.
In Shakespeare's time, an artist couldn't live
Without a wealthy sponsor who would give
The means for him not to be cold and stiff;

But then or now, it must be agony,
When artists are not only made unfree,
But forced to help advance dishonesty.
Sometimes in films, the hero gets a chance
To make a statement, such as in a dance,
And so kicks tyranny right in the pants;

But in real life, it may not work out so.
Yet we can only try the best we know.
 
Copperfox, this one is beautiful !! I love it :D

Copperfox said:
Well, Becca, the obvious way for me to grant your wish is......


Your story now in progress calls to mind
The films I've seen with artists in a bind,
When tyrants want their conscience to be blind.
In Shakespeare's time, an artist couldn't live
Without a wealthy sponsor who would give
The means for him not to be cold and stiff;

But then or now, it must be agony,
When artists are not only made unfree,
But forced to help advance dishonesty.
Sometimes in films, the hero gets a chance
To make a statement, such as in a dance,
And so kicks tyranny right in the pants;

But in real life, it may not work out so.
Yet we can only try the best we know.
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Thank you, Becca. It was fairly easy to write, because you gave me a good subject. Now, I hope all my sonnet readers will read your story about dancers.
 
The latest for LocoRoco


A friendship has an amplifying force:
It makes good people better, bad ones worse.
Good friends will steer you onto a safe course;
Bad friends will have you stealing someone's purse.

In each community, friends will create
Small nations, without flags, but not without
Their laws, which we cannot evaluate
Till we know what the friendship is about.

If people group together to be mean
To others, there's no honor in that bond;
But friendship grounded in what's good and clean
Can carry us to good times, and beyond.

Don't choose just any herd; you're not a cow!
Friends who love truth are what you need right now.


(Note that this is not meant to say there's anything wrong with your current friends.)
 
I haven't got the creative energy up today to write a sonnet, so as a stopgap, here's a clean limerick:


A new member called Silver Chair
Is writing remarks everywhere.
This is good, understand;
We can use a new hand;
So I wish him weather that's fair.
 
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