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That was a really good poem! Like Mike said, it does fit together well, and flows nicely. :) I'm sure that Afton will be thrilled.
 
Copperfox said:
~ For Afton ~

If she weren't lovely in her own right, still
She'd score some points with me for keeping track
Of nature's loveliness in sea and hill,
Which evidently she tours by kayak.

She's visited Hawaii, I'm informed,
Then home again, where mountains tower near.
And when discouraged hearts need to be warmed,
She serves her neighbor as a volunteer.

Returning to the theme of human looks:
While beautiful, stuck up she'll never be.
But she has bragging rights for what she cooks;
I'd eat her flounder fast and eagerly.

Her attitude's the most attractive thing--
At least, until some day I hear her sing.
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Copperfox, I rarely find myself without the proper use of words; but I am honestly at a loss for them and astounded at the moment. I can't believe that you took the time to write something so beautiful about me. I'm completely honored, grateful, delighted, flattered (in the best of senses) and I actually have a tear rolling down my cheek. This was so sweet of you, hardly knowing me, and creating this. THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart! I wish I could give you the biggest hug, because you just made my week! :)

Edit: I also hope that you realize that I am honestly the most deplorable sinner in the world, who is only filled by the goodness of Christ. All glory and honor is to Him if you see any good in me. So praise be to God!
 
Afton said:
I also hope that you realize that I am honestly the most deplorable sinner in the world, who is only filled by the goodness of Christ. All glory and honor is to Him if you see any good in me. So praise be to God!
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Afton, you can't possibly be the worst sinner ever. That's me.:rolleyes:

Okay, enough humility... ;)
 
Sopespian said:
Afton, you can't possibly be the worst sinner ever. That's me.:rolleyes:

Okay, enough humility... ;)
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I know we're all sinners! And we're equal in that sin... I just have a hard time accepting compliments! And truly. I have changed so much since I became a Christian, and I've seen how God has pretty much done a 180 with my life and I want Him to have credit. But I'll stop. ;)
 
Interestingly enough, I was saved a long time before I really became dedicated to God. I played the "church game", and looked like a good Christian on the outside, but it was a long time before I really got my life together.

Alas; I'd better stop talking before my lip falls off...
 
Sopespian said:
Interestingly enough, I was saved a long time before I really became dedicated to God. I played the "church game", and looked like a good Christian on the outside, but it was a long time before I really got my life together.

Alas; I'd better stop talking before my lip falls off...
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Oh I grew up in a Christian family my whole life (an amazing family) and went to church and played the "good Christian" game...but it never meant anything to me. I meant 180 as in my whole life is devoted to Him now and my priorities are different.....but we'll leave all that for later. I don't want to spam this beautiful thread of poems. :p

And too late, I'm pretty sure they've already fallen off; especially with all that intense typing you've been doing. Good grief, what were you thinking boy? ;)
 
Afton said:
Oh I grew up in a Christian family my whole life (an amazing family) and went to church and played the "good Christian" game...but it never meant anything to me. I meant 180 as in my whole life is devoted to Him now and my priorities are different.....but we'll leave all that for later. I don't want to spam this beautiful thread of poems. :p

And too late, I'm pretty sure they've already fallen off; especially with all that intense typing you've been doing. Good grief, what were you thinking boy? ;)
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Pretty similar for me.

Yeah, typing is rough on the mouth. :confused: ;)
 
Youngsters, old Copperfox is _pleased_ to have his writings attract commentary. It shows that someone is paying attention. Afton, I hope you will also read my other compositions, such as "The First Love of Alipang Havens" and "The Tale of Sophia Renee." And if you should make so bold as to put a poem of _yours_ on this thread, that will be fine too; you can see that Sopespian has done so.

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Concerning Remarks Made
After I Sonnetized Afton ​

In Hebrews six, verse ten, we see that God
Would feel it was not right if He ignored
Our service to Him on this mortal sod;
For when His unearned grace has once restored

Us from the darkness to His light, He sees
No reason He can't let us earn reward
Above the gifted minimum. So please,
Don't be afraid you'll disrespect the Lord

If you let someone say that you've done right;
A pleasant reinforcement is no sin.
Accept it, and get on with the good fight;
Approval helps to keep us pitching in.

God will not shrink if we're allowed to grow;
If He felt threatened by us, He'd say so.
 
Sopespian said:
It's hard to hear that one you love
Is drawing ever short'ning breath
It's hard when push has come to shove
To face impending death.

It's hard to know just what to say-
I can't just tell you, "'Twill be alright"
I've never been where you are today
In a problem unsolved by mere might.

It's hard to believe God understands
When everything is crashing down
It's hard to see His sovereign Hand
When storms are swirling all around.

It's hard to see the road ahead
When your windshield's covered with fear
It's hard to trust and just be led
By One invisible, however near.

It's hard to hear that one you love
Is drawing ever short'ning breath
But keep your faith in God above
He's the one who conquered death.
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Mike
WOW
I love the image "When your windshield's covered with fear"
 
That's beautiful, Joseph. And so very true. Thanks for allowing me to post something if I wish. If I do, then it probably won't be for awhile, as I am insanely busy with school and it takes my mind a long time to write sonnets, poetry, etc. For now I will just wait patiently for your new additions! :)


And Mike (if I can call you Mike) :p That was lovely! I'm pretty sure I almost sprung a leak out of my left corner eye. The imagery you used was quite nice. Thanks for sharing!
 
A Sonnet About
F A C E B O O K ​


"If It Ain't Broken--Break It!" That's the rule
Of Zuckerman, if that's his name, the nerd
Who started Facebook, then, just like a fool,
"Improved" it, in a way that left things blurred.

Amid the obstacles which now prevail,
Somehow God's enemies can still wage war,
Like one who claimed he really thought the tale
Was true, of mythic deities like Thor.

I guarantee, he doesn't _really_ think
That Odin lives; he only thinks it's keen
To talk that way when he goes out to drink;
But name the _real_ God, and he turns obscene.

On Facebook, thus, this dirtbag proved at length
How rudeness makes a counterfeit of strength.
 
Copperfox said:
A Sonnet About
F A C E B O O K ​


"If It Ain't Broken--Break It!" That's the rule
Of Zuckerman, if that's his name, the nerd
Who started Facebook, then, just like a fool,
"Improved" it, in a way that left things blurred.

Amid the obstacles which now prevail,
Somehow God's enemies can still wage war,
Like one who claimed he really thought the tale
Was true, of mythic deities like Thor.

I guarantee, he doesn't _really_ think
That Odin lives; he only thinks it's keen
To talk that way when he goes out to drink;
But name the _real_ God, and he turns obscene.

On Facebook, thus, this dirtbag proved at length
How rudeness makes a counterfeit of strength.
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Excellent telling-like-it-is there. :)
 
Having once intersected Facebook with sonnetry, it was not so quantum a leap to try a new exercise: looking at what could be seen on a Facebook friend's Wall, and making THAT into a sonnet. Which is really almost the same thing I've done with some past poems, "researching" them by looking at a TDL member's profile. So I squeezed the following sonnet inside a Facebook post....


Well, Mrs. Wilkins, here your Facebook page / Reports your birthday, seven-twenty-eight. / And English classics, never dulled by age, / Were learned by you at Arizona State. // A glance around reveals a Wendy Clare / Among your friends; and it is no surprise / That you respond when someone asks for prayer, / Since you care whether someone lives or dies. // In Mayo Clinic's Cancer Registry, / I'm sure you make intake more personal; / Indifference to their mortality / Would seem, to many patients, worst of all. // I hope you're satisfied with my syntax, / When sonnetizing someone's Facebook facts.
 
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