Sonnets Here, In-House

For A Young Lady Whom
I Have Tried To Encourage


Not all my prayers are answered for the sick,
Far from it!--but one thing God grants to me
Is my imagination, to depict
A wish-fulfillment way for things to be.

There on my mental screen, I see a girl
Set free from illness, be it this or that
Which troubled her--now free to leap and whirl,
To dance, like Mexicans, around a hat.

I don't mean this to tantalize her, yet
God still can heal; don't sell the Healer short!
I pray each day, and hope one day to get
The news that now she's playing at some sport.

A sonnet ends, but life's a longer flight;
The poet, therefore, prays it turns out right.
 
Here, this is to maintain audience interest, though I don't promise to keep on adding poems daily!


Also For The Young Lady

Do you know Linda Hunt, the actress-dwarf?
She played a great role in the cowboy flick
Called "Silverado," acting in support
Of Kevin Kline, to whom she showed a trick.

She had a ramp installed behind the bar,
So she could step up high enough to serve
Her customers there at The Midnight Star;
It showed she could adapt her life on Earth.

Life gave her lemons; she made lemonade.
You likewise, being taller, and still young,
May find a way of being, not dismayed,
But flexible--in weakness, to be strong.

This may not seem enough; but please do try
To climb at least, if you cannot yet fly.
 
Pssst, are you watching the symbolism?

For the Same Young Lady, on
the Subject of Self-Mastery



King Solomon advises that restraint
Of my emotions is more victory
Than if I overthrew a foreign state,
And made its king give up his crown to me.

Pop culture tells me to obey my heart;
But Jeremiah, with more wisdom, warns
That human hearts are tricky, with an art
To make us fall for lies in many forms.

Thus, though we wrestle not with flesh and blood,
Our flesh, in one sense, must go on the cross.
Reject false feelings, and their load of crud,
So under God, good sense can be the boss.

I know that talk, though it may rhyme, is cheap;
Yet these words give advice that's good to keep.


 
Soon, Lossy. Meanwhile, the following may strike a chord for more than one member here: it reflects the way they may feel things are with their parents....


I sit at a piano, playing jazz;
You sit with a guitar and sing the blues.
I'm thinking that you're sounding like a spaz;
You're wishing I would go off on a cruise.

I eat eggs fried--you want them scrambled well.
To watch a game, I stop your videos.
You want your secrets--I want you to tell.
You want your boyfriend here--I hope he goes.

All those examples, I pulled from my sleeve;
But conflicts do strike many families.
They're awful at the time, but please believe
That they should not be making enemies.

Do what you can to set your own heart right;
Domestic tunnels can end with a light.
 
Here, Lossy, I told you it would be soon!


The squeaky wheel gets greased in metaphor!
I dare not fail to sonnetize a girl
Who hails my Chinese tales with such a roar
Of cheering, audible around the world.

Dear Lossendil, not only do you boost
The spirits of an author, but you urge
A love of learning; where minds are reduced
To ignorance, you make fresh thought emerge.

While weeping in the folds of history,
You show us that you're not lukewarm, young friend.
And faced with women's frequent misery,
I see your cure is NOT to trample men.

Keep following our Savior, Lossendil;
And at the feast of knowledge, eat your fill.
 
Well, goodness, I can't contradict my faithful friend Zella! So here's one for all the girls who have or might get boyfriends....


When voting in elections, folks will say,
"I'll vote for this guy just because he's not
That other guy;" but when they vote this way,
Sometimes they soon regret the one they got.

Too many girls will choose a boy because
He's not "that other boy"--but having him,
They find out he's not all they thought he was,
And wish they hadn't acted on a whim.

Love isn't found, or founded, on a guess;
You must invest the time to know the soul
Of him who asks you out. He'll face the test,
If he's not playing a deceptive role.

Guess what? I bet your parents know all this;
They know good things they don't want you to miss.
 
Copperfox said:
Well, goodness, I can't contradict my faithful friend Zella! So here's one for all the girls who have or might get boyfriends....


When voting in elections, folks will say,
"I'll vote for this guy just because he's not
That other guy;" but when they vote this way,
Sometimes they soon regret the one they got.

Too many girls will choose a boy because
He's not "that other boy"--but having him,
They find out he's not all they thought he was,
And wish they hadn't acted on a whim.

Love isn't found, or founded, on a guess;
You must invest the time to know the soul
Of him who asks you out. He'll face the test,
If he's not playing a deceptive role.

Guess what? I bet your parents know all this;
They know good things they don't want you to miss.
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Haha, I love this one Copperfox.
 
Those sonnets are amazing..very uplifting!

I actually wrote my first sonnet today... ;)

Firm but gentle touch, Grandfatherly affection and care sent from one screen to another, a crooning voice when nightmares appear, sonnets that appear when you are feeling down and defeated. Two small copper ears twitch in delightful memories as this Copperfox remembers his two passed loves, deeply wishing he had a new fox-mate to share his foxy love. Fondly know as the TDL grandfather, Copperfox is quite a Ren-faire performer, dont take him for granted.
 
I have just invented a new technical term for poets: "The free-form neo-sonnet." Sarah's genuinely touching words about me have the distinction of being the first composition to be labelled as a free-form neo-sonnet. I will keep this tribute in a file; it has made my evening. Thank you.
 
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