Sonnets Here, In-House

Thanks to you all. Benisse, while I still was quite young, God granted me some ability to smell phoniness; to this day, therefore, I try to avoid it.
 
A Rapidly-Written
Sonnet For Tiara,
a.k.a. Uniquemonke


Imaginary dogs let out an "Arf!"
To welcome back Tiara, queen of hugs.
We're glad to hear you got a purple scarf,
And hope your microphone works with no bugs.

Nightfire has also been away a lot--
No doubt, like you, called by real-world concerns.
Our obligations tie us in a knot,
And things for fun just have to wait their turns.

But now that you've been so responsible,
We hope you have the time, and willingness,
To join in threads as much as possible,
What you may offer next, we only guess.

Don't leave out Writing Club, for we've acquired
New writers, some of whom are quite inspired.
 
Copperfox said:
A Rapidly-Written
Sonnet For Tiara,
a.k.a. Uniquemonke


Imaginary dogs let out an "Arf!"
To welcome back Tiara, queen of hugs.
We're glad to hear you got a purple scarf,
And hope your microphone works with no bugs.

Nightfire has also been away a lot--
No doubt, like you, called by real-world concerns.
Our obligations tie us in a knot,
And things for fun just have to wait their turns.

But now that you've been so responsible,
We hope you have the time, and willingness,
To join in threads as much as possible,
What you may offer next, we only guess.

Don't leave out Writing Club, for we've acquired
New writers, some of whom are quite inspired.
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BRAVO Copperfox!!! Well written! :D
 
You're allowed to write a poem in a simpler style. I would consider it a form of feedback, thus perfectly "legal" to go on this thread.
 
Copperfox said:
A Rapidly-Written
Sonnet For Tiara,
a.k.a. Uniquemonke


Imaginary dogs let out an "Arf!"
To welcome back Tiara, queen of hugs.
We're glad to hear you got a purple scarf,
And hope your microphone works with no bugs.

Nightfire has also been away a lot--
No doubt, like you, called by real-world concerns.
Our obligations tie us in a knot,
And things for fun just have to wait their turns.

But now that you've been so responsible,
We hope you have the time, and willingness,
To join in threads as much as possible,
What you may offer next, we only guess.

Don't leave out Writing Club, for we've acquired
New writers, some of whom are quite inspired.
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inspiring. :) I've gotten to like your sonnets more and more as I have gotten old enough to understand them.:D
 
(Thank you. I've been writing poetry for more than fifty years.)


To "Lucy But Taller,"
While She Matures


If you rose in a big hot-air balloon,
Its bag would not be all that would inflate.
The world around would grow in width, and soon
Your line of sight would reach another state.

More houses, trees and highways would appear;
The layout of a city would make sense;
Odd routes for driving would at last be clear;
And you would grasp what once was too immense.

To climb in age is like that airship flight:
Once rising higher than short-range concerns,
Each year, each month in fact, will bring more light--
If you'll remember that, while Earth still turns,

The narrow way gives you the broadest sight,
And having roots ensures the highest flight.
 
TheGardener said:
What are the rules of a sonnet again?
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Fourteen lines, with ten syllables in each line. Every line rhymes with some other line; arrangements of rhyme can vary, but the LAST TWO lines must always rhyme with each other. The meter (word-rhythm) goes da-DAH da-DAH da-DAH. The only exception allowed is if you want a pair of lines to end with rhyming words which have "weak" ending syllables, such as rhyming "highness" with "shyness;" in that case, the lines affected would have eleven syllables.

Gardener, if you wish to try writing a sonnet yourself, it's okay if you want to put it in this thread; but you could also put it in Marketplace of Technique, or in a thread of your own creation.

Benisse: Yes, I did intend that paradox. Like losing your life to save it.
 
Also Relating To That Non-
TDL Woman I Did Not Name

At best, it is misleading when one speaks
Of "crimes without a victim;" for there are
Offenses with no gunshots, blood, or shrieks,
Which nonetheless, if we go searching far,

Will be revealed as causing long-term hurts.
Thus did that lady who so charms my gaze
Endure, not once, but twice, the bitter curse
Of men who did not care for loving ways.

Their selfishness left poison in the well,
Which still remains; therefore, a man like me
Could sooner talk her into touring Hell
Than prove that I could love her tenderly.

Seek love again? I think she'd rather die.
So she's a victim--as, of course, am I.
 
Concerning My Ability To
Fall In Love Repeatedly ​


Two years, almost, had passed since Janalee's
Departure, yet a niece of hers got miffed
Because I sought new opportunities!
I loved my darling penguin while she lived,

And love her still; but God called Jan away,
Just like my Mary. Is it carved in stone
That I must be a monk till Judgment Day?
So sue me! I'm fed up with life alone.

When someone puts me off, let her not be
Indignant if I make a fast rebound.
Accepted, I'd have loved her faithfully;
Rejected, why should I sink to the ground?

I hope once more to wed a lady saint;
Those dissing me have no grounds for complaint.
 
Early in our short married life, Jan and I saw the nature movie "March of the Penguins." It was after this that I began calling Jan "my penguin," meaning it as high praise, because--like my Jan--penguins have strong parental instincts, and are awesomely cute and lovable.
 
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