Sonnets Here, In-House

I decided to try out a sonnet, and wrote one in honour of the author of this thread: I hope you like it!

Dear Copperfox, master of words and rhyme,
Welcoming the “fresh breads” with a greeting
And a smile, taking out precious time
To give us an “I'm glad you're here” feeling.

A retired Navy veteran, he is
And that is how he introduced himself
He served valiantly the country of his
And still sheds wise words, giving more to help.

Your sonnets tell of many different folk
Their character in ten-syllable lines
Or thoughts on the world, in a genius stroke
Of wit and prose, wrapped up in fourteen lines.

And there's more to Joe than I could ever tell,
But I hope you're blessed, and that God keeps you well.
 
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Bless you! It's four lines too short to be _technically_ a sonnet, but as a _poem_ it is excellent, and I'm grateful and honored that you wrote it for me!


EDIT: The above was said before she added four more lines.
 
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Remind me, Girl-Who-Uses-The-Name-Peter, have I written a sonnet for you yet? If not, please message me three or four facts about yourself that you don't mind having everyone know, and I'll work them into your sonnet.
 
(Having heard back from her....)

TWO New Sonnets For
Lynna, Also Known As
HighKingPeterMagnificent ​

Note that in the first sonnet, to keep the meter of the lines consistent, I treated "sophomore" as a three-syllable word, and "poetically" as a four-syllable word.

Dear Lynna, how you brightened up my day
When you wrote poetry that spoke of me!
I always look for feedback sent my way,
But seldom does it come poetically.

Since you had practiced writing skills before,
In letters to your sisters out of state,
You were prepared, my dear young sophomore,
To serve a rhyming treat upon my plate.

I hope no perils wait for you in school;
You want adventures, not calamities.
God gives adventures to us, as a rule,
In ways which somehow none of us foresees.

What God the Unpredictable will do
Perhaps will end up written down by you.



When acting at the fair of Renaissance,
I meet so many women dressed as men.
Machismo each of them supremely wants;
Each scorns a housewife as a timid hen.

But how do they suppose they came to be?
How do they think they even learned to walk?
Without those eggs hatched in the nursery,
You'll never see a big, impressive hawk.

Now, Lynna, maybe you will fight in war,
Or fly a spacecraft, or put out huge fires.
I _don't_ say, "Stay at home, there's nothing more;"
I do say, though, that _sometimes_ girls' desires

Are satisfied with what no man can do;
They hatch their hawks, and launch them in the blue.
 
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Let us now bring forward from the previous page the sonnet LYNNA wrote for ME! It's the reason I was stirred to hurry up and honor her in verse. Observe how she uses a lot of good and original phrasing....


Dear Copperfox, master of words and rhyme,
Welcoming the “fresh breads” with a greeting
And a smile, taking out precious time
To give us an “I'm glad you're here” feeling.

A retired Navy veteran he is,
And that is how he introduced himself.
He served valiantly the country of his
And still sheds wise words, giving more to help.

Your sonnets tell of many different folk,
Their character in ten-syllable lines,
Or thoughts on the world, in a genius stroke
Of wit and prose, wrapped up in fourteen lines.

And there's more to Joe than I could ever tell,
But I hope you're blessed, and that God keeps you well.
 
A Sonnet -- As An
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The girl called "Susan Two," who is a fan
Of chivalry and legend, undertook,
With Godfrey, to place these things close at hand
Within a social group--almost a book.

She calls it "Knights and Ladies," and the thing
About it is that joining it, you'll be
Transported to a mythic realm whose king,
Theocrites by name, is really me!

Sir Thomas, Dragon Knight, enlisted there,
And Mozart the Meerkitten joined this week.
But we need more brave men and ladies fair,
Lest this fine project get stuck up the creek.

The part you play, you can make large or small;
Please contact Susan, she has room for all.
 
Copperfox said:
A Sonnet -- As An
Advertisement!!!!!​


The girl called "Susan Two," who is a fan
Of chivalry and legend, undertook,
With Godfrey, to place these things close at hand
Within a social group--almost a book.

She calls it "Knights and Ladies," and the thing
About it is that joining it, you'll be
Transported to a mythic realm whose king,
Theocrites by name, is really me!

Sir Thomas, Dragon Knight, enlisted there,
And Mozart the Meerkitten joined this week.
But we need more brave men and ladies fair,
Lest this fine project get stuck up the creek.

The part you play, you can make large or small;
Please contact Susan, she has room for all.
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That's great! :D I hope it works.
 
Blusing and laughing (to Copperfox)

Copperfox said:
To Sonata Moonlight


Today, a fairy with a preschool son
Was with me at a picnic in a park,
And long before the summer day went dark,
Sonata got important business done.

Friends from the mortal realm she entertained;
I helped in this by singing Russian tunes.
Sonata then discussed the mystic runes
With fairy-folk, who listened well and gained

Appreciation for Sonata's heart.
Meanwhile, the little boy cheered up the scene
With his obsession for Lightning McQueen,
And I, as Uncle Joe, performed my part

With horsey-rides for Jonny. In the end,
I rode off, waving to my fairy friend.
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Aww... how sweet Thank you I hope you don't mind if I put this on Sonata Page on FB
 
I love the last one, I hope Susan comes back. The one about Lynna is also very sweet.

Lynna- The Copperfox poem is very beautiful. Your a very good writer!
 
Sonata, I'm happy to add some color to your fairy-roleplay page!

Which reminds me: on Saturday at the RenFest site, I found I had forgotten to bring the homemade blender shake I had intended to drink for lunch. A man with the Colorado Fairies contingent--I think he was Aurelia's husband--gave me two small oranges which helped me get by. Very kind of him.
 
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Sonnet No. 1 for Shannon White


God never let me be a macho man;
It feels as if He loves to laugh at me.
I did some good for Mary and for Jan,
Because it could be non-combatively.

Humiliation, for no reason, thrives
Throughout my life; but at the festival,
I was reminded that I'm still alive,
And that God's plan may still prove best of all.

You first appeared in search of Christian aid
In matters of the faith; I did my best.
Two weeks went by before I saw displayed
Your female charm, your humor, grace and zest.

You've started something, Shannon; where it leads
Depends on God's best will for both our needs.
 
All the new ones are lovely!

Lynna, I really like this line of the one you wrote:
"Of wit and prose, wrapped up in fourteen lines."
 
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