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Copperfox said:
Some Thoughts About Our Words--
Or Is It Words About Our Thoughts?


The words which leave our mouths, or sometimes leave
Our fingers through a keyboard and a screen,
Must journey through so broad a mental scene,
That we don't always know whom they may grieve.

Depending on who reads or hears our words,
What mood they're in, and what they have perhaps
Heard earlier, our words may seem like slaps,
Or have a sweet effect, like singing birds.

I don't say this to make you paranoid;
There simply are unhappy accidents
Which cause our words to give someone offense,
Because of which, our minds must be employed

In learning always more of human hearts,
To stop our words from being poison darts.
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This is a very good one!
 
A Sonnet of
Encouragement
for the Young Lady​


In hospitals, and other places too,
Wherever we're dependent on the aid
Of strangers for the things we cannot do,
There will be times we feel as if we've prayed

In vain--as if God just could not care less.
But my experience, outranging yours,
Declares that in His own time, God will bless;
Recalling this has helped me stay the course.

Life isn't a commercial on TV;
The punchline seldom comes within one day.
But since I care for you, and you for me,
Let's work on patience every time we pray.

"Bear one another's burdens"--love that verse!
Our two-way caring never makes things worse.
 
Reagan, understand that "the young lady" to whom I have written several sonnets is not the woman I might be marrying. "The young lady" is a TDL member, and is a lot younger than my daughter. The woman I'm planning to see is my own age.
 
Copperfox said:
Reagan, understand that "the young lady" to whom I have written several sonnets is not the woman I might be marrying. "The young lady" is a TDL member, and is a lot younger than my daughter. The woman I'm planning to see is my own age.
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*ploof* I hate it when I do that...excuse me while I delete the post...:p
I feel so stupid!
*face palm*
 
I really like your newest one Copperfox, although I must say that I like almost all of your sonnets. I really can connect to the first five lines of it especially.
 
You mean about the sense of helplessness combined with a grievous lack of obvious answers to prayer? That came from the heart--the heart of this man who has seen two wives die, and who is also distressed when friends like "the young lady" are suffering trouble.
 
Narniamoondust said:
*ploof* I hate it when I do that...excuse me while I delete the post...:p
I feel so stupid!
*face palm*
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It's not stupid to make mistakes when you don't know all the facts. I'm pretty sure that whatever it was was not intentional. I think you're smarter than you think because you recognize your mistakes.
 
BarbarianKing said:
It's not stupid to make mistakes when you don't know all the facts. I'm pretty sure that whatever it was was not intentional. I think you're smarter than you think because you recognize your mistakes.
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*blushes* thanks BK,you're nice.
Just saying I'm "stupid" helps me not feel so embarrassed and I can forget what I did quicker.
Oh and HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY!
Its my mum's B-day today:)
 
A Sonnet for the Mother of At
Least Two Intelligent Daughters


This birthday greeting wings its way to you!
With Reagan, joined by Pickles, on our site,
You who gave birth to them deserve the right
To share in our esteem for all they do.

I speculate that, when your girls go out
Upon the internet, your spirit feels
As if they were already owning wheels:
The traffic all around makes you feel doubt.

But as you must already realize,
The Moderators here have earned their chops
As watchful cyber-spatial traffic cops,
To keep good things before your children's eyes.

I wish you well with all the real-world needs,
While your good children do their online deeds.
 
Copperfox said:
A Sonnet for the Mother of At
Least Two Intelligent Daughters


This birthday greeting wings its way to you!
With Reagan, joined by Pickles, on our site,
You who gave birth to them deserve the right
To share in our esteem for all they do.

I speculate that, when your girls go out
Upon the internet, your spirit feels
As if they were already owning wheels:
The traffic all around makes you feel doubt.


But as you must already realize,
The Moderators here have earned their chops
As watchful cyber-spatial traffic cops,
To keep good things before your children's eyes.

I wish you well with all the real-world needs,
While your good children do their online deeds.
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Thats very nice.
 
Awwww thx coppy!(sorry if I keep making up annoying names:D)
Thank you very much and I will show this to her when she wakes up from her rest.
You members on here are always so nice:)
 
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What follows will be a _serialized_ sonnet. The first four lines will appear now; the next four lines will be added later; and later still, the final six lines. This is done in an attempt to keep a certain reader coming back.


Tears on a pillow are no happy thing,
But preferable to the foolish act
Of using something sharp, yourself to sting;
One's wrists are better-looking if not hacked.
 
I'm not quitting the serialized sonnet, but the "need" has arisen in the meantime for a separate poem. The serial will continue, probably this evening.


TO SMAUG
after an exchange of messages ​

The very earliest of powered planes,
First in New Zealand, then elsewhere, did not
Appear to justify their builders' pains;
They flew no farther than a rifle shot.

The Brothers Wright, and others less well-known,
Who made these early flights, did not lose heart;
They knew it takes more than one step alone
To get somewhere in science, or in art.

You, Smaug, are like the plane at Kittyhawk:
Unhappy that you can't fly round the world.
But life takes time--so I want no more talk
From you as if you're not a worthwhile girl.

Trust in Our Lord, obey the King of Kings,
And He'll enable you to grow your wings.
 
Copperfox said:
I'm not quitting the serialized sonnet, but the "need" has arisen in the meantime for a separate poem. The serial will continue, probably this evening.


TO SMAUG
after an exchange of messages ​

The very earliest of powered planes,
First in New Zealand, then elsewhere, did not
Appear to justify their builders' pains;
They flew no farther than a rifle shot.

The Brothers Wright, and others less well-known,
Who made these early flights, did not lose heart;
They knew it takes more than one step alone
To get somewhere in science, or in art.

You, Smaug, are like the plane at Kittyhawk:
Unhappy that you can't fly round the world.
But life takes time--so I want no more talk
From you as if you're not a worthwhile girl.

Trust in Our Lord, obey the King of Kings,
And He'll enable you to grow your wings.
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Aw, your awesome ^^
 
Okay, time to resume the serialized sonnet, adding the next four lines to the already-existing portion.


Tears on a pillow are no happy thing,
But preferable to the foolish act
Of using something sharp, yourself to sting;
One's wrists are better-looking if not hacked.

The feeling that you can't go on at all
Is self-fulfilling; dwelling on despair
Makes it seem true! What you should do is call
On God, and on your mortal friends who care.
 
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