Sonnets Here, In-House

But of course! Make me deliver the goods! Make me put up or shut up! However....I will ask you to do this, not on the Sonnets thread, but on The Marketplace of Technique, also found here in the Writing Club.
 
Copperfox said:
Well, Mercia, you didn't answer my question about the pronunciation of your forum-name; but that won't stop me from sonnetizing you. I am a merciless poet, and my poem simply will be MERCIA-less! That is, it will still be about you, but will not say your name.


The Moon has private meetings with the Sun,
While Adam Brody plays on his guitar;
A French class names the preposition "en,"
Explaining when it's used for where you are;

And you, although some time ago in France,
You were mistreated, still you love le langue
As much as you love Chemical Romance--
For when you love, your love toujours is strong.

So play your own guitar, jeune fille, and read
My poesie --your feedback's always good;
And keep in mind the fact that girls don't need
Young men who lie, and won't do as they should.

You've made a tres belle sonnet-girl for me;
In fact, I think this poem's the dernier cri!

(You see, I do remember some fragments of French.)
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Waw. This poem is so... waw, that I don't even know what to say. I love it ! I adore it! I don't know how to thank you, because, as far as I remember this is the first time somebody write me a sonnet. and this is so beautiful that it nearly made me cry.
If I could write you a gorgeous poem in English, you can be sure I would. Thank you again. :)
And keep on writing your beautiful sonnets, they put joy in people's life ( at least, they put joy in mine ) *hugs*
 
Pas de quoi, cherie.

If you don't feel up to writing a poem, you could still GIVE me material FOR a poem. That is, you could suggest a subject, with particular ideas or images which you would wish to include.

OR....you could write a poem of your own IN FRENCH, provided you put the Mods at ease by telling in English what it means. A poem of yours could be posted here, or on another Writing Club thread, or on the French topic in Lamp-Post.
 
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To Copperfox,


That's great! Whether I'll ever get to your home town - who knows? However, we'll meet up one day and that is certain. God bless.
 
thanx Joe

In catching up on all your sonnets here
I've found encouragement. Your voice is clear
and skillfully you turn clues into rhyme.
Your merits as a thinker, too, are fine.
So thank you for your efforts for us all
and sharing friendly counsel. You're a doll!
 
Now that the worst of my cardiac worries _appear_ to be over for the present, I don't want to go to bed before I've dashed off another sonnet. While she is not at all the only person here to have shown faithful solicitude for me, I feel like writing this one.....

....for Smaug.


So fragile, swift and cute, the hummingbird,
While smaller than the sparrow or the wren,
Attracts attention with its wingbeats blurred;
My first wife Mary was quite fond of them.

Not to be caged, or treated like a toy,
These graceful pollinators, living gems,
Can yet be lured for watchers to enjoy--
If nectar is presented by true friends.

Our "Smaug," at heart so far from dragonish,
Is fragile too; her spirit must be fed
With truth and love--and it's her Sensei's wish
To help in this, while mentoring her head.

Fly, hummingbird, and injure not your wings;
Through Christ, remember, you can do all things.
 
Copperfox said:
Now that the worst of my cardiac worries _appear_ to be over for the present, I don't want to go to bed before I've dashed off another sonnet. While she is not at all the only person here to have shown faithful solicitude for me, I feel like writing this one.....

....for Smaug.


So fragile, swift and cute, the hummingbird,
While smaller than the sparrow or the wren,
Attracts attention with its wingbeats blurred;
My first wife Mary was quite fond of them.

Not to be caged, or treated like a toy,
These graceful pollinators, living gems,
Can yet be lured for watchers to enjoy--
If nectar is presented by true friends.

Our "Smaug," at heart so far from dragonish,
Is fragile too; her spirit must be fed
With truth and love--and it's her Sensei's wish
To help in this, while mentoring her head.

Fly, hummingbird, and injure not your wings;
Through Christ, remember, you can do all things.
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Since I'm starting another page I'll bring Smaug's sonnet here. I'm sure she'll love it because it's one of your best.

Just catching up with the thread.
 
Hannah, a.k.a. Gentle Voice, is due now to get another one.


My forum-niece, for whom, in Tae Kwon Do,
A special style was worked out--please don't fret!
If God so chooses, I have years to go;
By all reports, I'm not at death's door yet.

Your pure affection, in my thoughts, can serve
To raise my spirits--which can help the flesh.
You turned me on to "Phineas and Ferb;"
What better way to say that you're the best?

You care about me even while, yourself,
You have your own hardships you must endure.
A loving heart thus prays for my heart's health;
It's as I stated--your affection's pure.

I greet your mother, lady of high worth;
If God so plans, we'll meet again on Earth.
 
And now, PREEEE-senting a sonnet custom-composed to incorporate information provided by Narniamoondust, the poem being for the benefit of her newly-joining sister, known to some as "PICKLES!"


For Cherry Soda Twelve, here's a surprise:
A custom sonnet welcomes you aboard!
That's right, I asked your sister to advise
Me what you like; she mentioned Paramore,

With Hayley Williams--also Zelda's game,
And Mario's. I hear that you stepped off
Another site, where boys drove you insane;
But we have lots of girls; and if you're Goth,

Guess what? When I worked at the Festival
Of Renaissance last year, a girl in black,
Who worked there with me, saw me as a pal;
So I, like others here, will cut you slack.

Ask anybody--well, most, anyway;
They'll say old Copperfox gives you fair play.
 
In Response To Smaug's "Current Mood"



Don't worry if your mind is feeling blank;
I've been that way, and blankness always passed.
You can't be roaring like an army tank
All day--so when you're slow, don't be aghast.

As for your grief about a friend estranged,
Some weeping is allowed, but don't despair.
Such things may need God's hand before they're changed;
We can't fix all things, only do our share.

In full-sized hospitals, for instance, all
The patients can't be helped by just one nurse.
Don't think that everything will stand or fall
By your deeds only--that thought makes things worse.

What God gives you to do, do with your might,
But many things He handles out of sight.
 
Copperfox said:
And now, PREEEE-senting a sonnet custom-composed to incorporate information provided by Narniamoondust, the poem being for the benefit of her newly-joining sister, known to some as "PICKLES!"


For Cherry Soda Twelve, here's a surprise:
A custom sonnet welcomes you aboard!
That's right, I asked your sister to advise
Me what you like; she mentioned Paramore,

With Hayley Williams--also Zelda's game,
And Mario's. I hear that you stepped off
Another site, where boys drove you insane;
But we have lots of girls; and if you're Goth,

Guess what? When I worked at the Festival
Of Renaissance last year, a girl in black,
Who worked there with me, saw me as a pal;
So I, like others here, will cut you slack.

Ask anybody--well, most, anyway;
They'll say old Copperfox gives you fair play.
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OH THAT'S BEAUTIFUL! My sis hasn't been activated yet but she says to tell you thank you and that's very nice.
Since I can't write sonnets I was thinking of opening a free verse thread so I can write poems for you too!
(I can do haiku's also,but I need practice)
 
Pickles will love it!! Very nice.

Copperfox said:
And now, PREEEE-senting a sonnet custom-composed to incorporate information provided by Narniamoondust, the poem being for the benefit of her newly-joining sister, known to some as "PICKLES!"


For Cherry Soda Twelve, here's a surprise:
A custom sonnet welcomes you aboard!
That's right, I asked your sister to advise
Me what you like; she mentioned Paramore,

With Hayley Williams--also Zelda's game,
And Mario's. I hear that you stepped off
Another site, where boys drove you insane;
But we have lots of girls; and if you're Goth,

Guess what? When I worked at the Festival
Of Renaissance last year, a girl in black,
Who worked there with me, saw me as a pal;
So I, like others here, will cut you slack.

Ask anybody--well, most, anyway;
They'll say old Copperfox gives you fair play.
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Cherrysoda12 gets another one!

A post-surgical
sonnet for Hazel

A ten-year-old with high blood pressure? Eek!
A bruise from intravenous error? Ack!
I hope that now your hearing's at its peak;
I know you'd rather not be summoned back.

I don't know why the surgeon got there late,
Nor which myth you saw busted on TV;
But when the gas made you hallucinate,
At least you had some pretty stars to see.

You rode out in a wheelchair? For my part,
I've pushed enough of those; they're cool to steer.
Now home again, I hope you take to heart
The Bible message: perfect love beats fear.

I hope you'll say my writing doesn't stink,
And you enjoy how Reagan does lip-sync.
 
Copperfox said:
A post-surgical
sonnet for Hazel

A ten-year-old with high blood pressure? Eek!
A bruise from intravenous error? Ack!
I hope that now your hearing's at its peak;
I know you'd rather not be summoned back.

I don't know why the surgeon got there late,
Nor which myth you saw busted on TV;
But when the gas made you hallucinate,
At least you had some pretty stars to see.

You rode out in a wheelchair? For my part,
I've pushed enough of those; they're cool to steer.
Now home again, I hope you take to heart
The Bible message: perfect love beats fear.

I hope you'll say my writing doesn't stink,
And you enjoy how Reagan does lip-sync.
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Awwwwww that's sweet. Yes,Hazel's okay,no more doctor's visits!:D..I'm the only one in the family who hasn't been to the hospital for anything.
Its like cruel to everyone else and lucky for me!
I'm gonna tell sis to read the sonnet!
 
Copperfox said:
A post-surgical
sonnet for Hazel

A ten-year-old with high blood pressure? Eek!
A bruise from intravenous error? Ack!
I hope that now your hearing's at its peak;
I know you'd rather not be summoned back.

I don't know why the surgeon got there late,
Nor which myth you saw busted on TV;
But when the gas made you hallucinate,
At least you had some pretty stars to see.

You rode out in a wheelchair? For my part,
I've pushed enough of those; they're cool to steer.
Now home again, I hope you take to heart
The Bible message: perfect love beats fear.

I hope you'll say my writing doesn't stink,
And you enjoy how Reagan does lip-sync.
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Thanks that sonnet is real neat and i do not think that your writing stinks:D
 
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