Sonnets Here, In-House

For A Young Lady Who
Anticipates Feeling Bad
This Coming Saturday


Since Cain killed Abel for no valid cause,
And since tribes first made war on other tribes,
Men have routinely scoffed at God's pure laws,
And have routinely preyed on human lives.

The date you have in mind was not unique;
Enormous crimes have stained each century.
The very thought makes us feel small and weak;
What use for good can we poor mortals be?

Not much, in fact, if we count one alone!
But there are many wishing to do right.
With many voices joined in faithful tone,
The call of truth can penetrate the night.

Have hope, my little darling! Our God lives,
And sees the efforts of us who are His.
 
With many voices joined in faithful tone,
The call of truth can penetrate the night.

I particularly like these two lines, a good reminder that we can make a difference ...
 
Note: The girl to whom this poem is dedicated had an unusual first name, pronounced the same as the common word "rainy." She was a friend to someone on this forum.


TO RAINNE

At age fourteen, it seems too soon to leave
This Earth, no more to see its daily dawn.
When your friend heard the message, "Rainne's gone,"
She was so saddened, she could scarcely breathe.

Your hand had scarcely touched the pen, to write
Upon the page of life what Rainne would
Have seen: perhaps more pain, but maybe good.
Amid the dawn, you had to say goodnight.

But Jesus was not speaking empty words,
When He said God counts hairs on every head.
Life's Maker loses none that we call dead;
This is the God Who sees the smallest birds.

We give up Rainne to the Shepherd's care,
For He'll show her a place where life IS fair.
 
For "The Orange Jello,"
upon the occasion of
her having suffered an
undeserved disappointment


You've learned--I hope it's for the final time!--
How much it hurts to love, then be betrayed.
As far as it is possible online,
Your forum friends will rally to your aid.

I can't exactly say to look inside
For answers; he who played this rotten game
Was led by his inside each time he lied,
And your inside now bears the unjust pain.

But help is offered eagerly by those
Whose care for you is real as his was false.
With outside help, at last your wounds will close;
But right now, it's okay to climb the walls

A little bit; no one will blame you here.
So vent away, until the air is clear.
 
a poet in need
is a friend indeed...
Thanks Copperfox -- I'm sure your words are an encouragement to Orange Jello.
 
Mr Fox!
I love that one as you can see
ToJ means much to me
So to see an awesome poem dedicated and written from your hand
I'm certain everybody who reads this will understand
Your talent for writing poems encourage people much
Even the toughest person must feel the touch
Deep in their heart as you can tell
Even I'm touched but don't rhym that well
So thank you my dear for writing this poem with joy
For our lovely lady and friend listening to the name ToJ
 
It is an extra blessing for me to have given some uplift to Orange Jello, AND to have earned approval from the coolest woman in the Netherlands.
 
What a lovely gift from CF and Vanessa. I hope, tOJ, their warm wishes and all our prayers are making things a little easier for you. You're a wonderful young woman with a tremendous heart and a ton of talent. I can't make it a poem, but I surely can mean it with all my heart. :)
 
For Aravis Kenobi


It's many eyes, not merely eye to eye,
When arguments online create a scene.
We can't please everybody, but we try
To understand at least what people mean.

I'll say that he said what they said you said,
Which turns into a traffic jam downtown.
I see the sight of someone seeing red;
Is it too late to cool emotions down?

You, Aravis, did not set out in rage;
This you confirm by friendliness to me.
Since we have gotten more on the same page,
Let's hope to help still more folks here to be

More prone to give the benefit of doubt
To others if there's any falling-out.
 
Copperfox said:
For Aravis Kenobi


It's many eyes, not merely eye to eye,
When arguments online create a scene.
We can't please everybody, but we try
To understand at least what people mean.

I'll say that he said what they said you said,
Which turns into a traffic jam downtown.
I see the sight of someone seeing red;
Is it too late to cool emotions down?

You, Aravis, did not set out in rage;
This you confirm by friendliness to me.
Since we have gotten more on the same page,
Let's hope to help still more folks here to be

More prone to give the benefit of doubt
To others if there's any falling-out.
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Aw, thank you Copper! I appreciate that and am very humbled. :)
 
To Jack Of Blades



You might recall, in "Braveheart," there's a scene:
The old man, with an arrow in his chest,
Reacts to pain not only with a scream,
But hits the man who pulled it from his flesh.

Our bodily and spiritual pains
Prod us to sharp reactions--can't be helped.
Those movie-Scotsmen didn't think it strange
For that old man to give his friend a belt.

They went on with their purposes from there;
And Jack, we living people can as well.
We know you've suffered things that were unfair,
And you're entitled to a sort of yell.

Just keep some limits, as we also should,
And all the tension still may turn to good.
 
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