Sonnets Here, In-House

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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and this is why I don't have a facebook. Nice sonnet Copper, very insightfull.
 
Another Tired Late-Night Sonnet
in a Stream of Consciousness

What with computer failures and the like,
I haven't done a sonnet in a month!
While my blood pressure does its daily spike,
I feel I have a right to say "Harrumph!"

Because it seems that every blasphemer
Can get applause while jeering at my Lord;
The legs of truth are cut off, as it were,
And it's the selfish bums who are adored.

I'll soon go to my doc; must not forget
To ask her for prescription Avapro.
I may contribute to the battle yet,
If I can keep my blood at normal flow.

I'd write two sonnets, but it's really late.
Another time I'll tell: I've got a date!

 
A Time of Chivalry

I'll tell you a tale from long ago,
A time of dragons,
From whose mouths fire did blow.
I'll tell of brave knights,
Whose armour with lights did show.
A time of faeries,
Sweet, child-like, and all aglow.
I'll tell of virtuous lords,
and upright ladies whose hearts knew no stain.
A time of noble kings,
From wickedness they did abstain.
Where has the chivalry gone?
When will we see the bright rays of dawn?
Lo, it is not so very far,
For in the hearts of the faithful, the knights are.

Thomas Adams 2011.
 
And Now For Something Different
-- A Country-Western Sonnet!!!

I pulled my eighteen-wheeler to a stop,
And went into the roadhouse for a beer.
Then suddenly my heartbeat went ker-flop;
I saw my tenth ex-girlfriend standing near,

Her T-shirt close to bursting, and her legs
As long as if they'd grown from her armpits.
My heart and brain got scrambled, just like eggs;
To ease the pain, I ate some ham and grits.

Just then, the Smokies I'd been dodging from
Crashed in and yelled, "You've got some fines to pay!"
I said, "Arrest me! I'll be glad to come,
So I won't have to look at Sally Mae!

Remembering lost love is such a shock,
I'd rather see a Folsom Prison block."
 
Copperfox said:
And Now For Something Different
-- A Country-Western Sonnet!!!

I pulled my eighteen-wheeler to a stop,
And went into the roadhouse for a beer.
Then suddenly my heartbeat went ker-flop;
I saw my tenth ex-girlfriend standing near,

Her T-shirt close to bursting, and her legs
As long as if they'd grown from her armpits.
My heart and brain got scrambled, just like eggs;
To ease the pain, I ate some ham and grits.

Just then, the Smokies I'd been dodging from
Crashed in and yelled, "You've got some fines to pay!"
I said, "Arrest me! I'll be glad to come,
So I won't have to look at Sally Mae!

Remembering lost love is such a shock,
I'd rather see a Folsom Prison block."
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:D
This was ridiculously funny...
 
The following is a song lyric of mine, rather than a sonnet. One of my songs in the archived thread "A Christian Life In Lyrics" was of special significance to a Facebook friend. Having dug it out for him, I also paste it here, just because....

"QUESTING RIDER"​


Questing Rider made his way over hills and over streams,
Driven on by hero's dreams, with his eye upon a star.
Tireless was the steed he rode, equal to the hardest pace,
As they hunted for the place where answers are.
Answers to more questions than he could recall;
He assumed his quest would solve them one and all.

In his path appeared a man--Peaceful Walker, He was called--
Waved the rider to a halt, churning dust into the air.
Unaffected by the dust, Peaceful Walker smiled and said,
"Do you know what lies ahead, and do you care?
Is there any substance to your hero's code?
Do you seek a goal, or merely love the road?"

Questing Rider was annoyed at this,
And he replied,
"You just envy me because You're walking while I ride!
Now clear the way;
The trumpet calls to me!
I am bound for greater heights than You will ever see."

Questing Rider made his way to a mountain tall, and yet
Not so steep he couldn't get up the slope upon his steed.
Man and stallion struggled on for a mile, then two and three,
Feeling now that this would be their greatest deed;
For the star which they had come so far to seek
Now seemed reachable upon the mountain's peak.

Then, the final upward bend of the mountain path revealed
What before had been concealed from the rider's eager eye:
Lofty though the mountain was, all the stars were higher still,
And for all his riding skill, he could not fly.
But the horse, with no idea of the distance to be spanned,
Leaped right off the mountaintop without awaiting a command--

And the wild winds flung the horse and rider far apart as they fell;
Questing Rider had no time to wonder if his quest was ending well.

Then, to his astonishment, his fall was broken without any harm;
Peaceful Walker had appeared, and caught him with a single mighty arm!

Questing Rider found himself standing at the mountain's base,
Where he had to turn his face from the sight: his horse was dead.
Peaceful Walker quietly said, "You never were aware
That I own the stud and mare whence he was bred.
But I had no time to get him fully trained,
Ere you rode him off to seek the unattained."

Questing Rider, through his grief, felt amazement grow again;
"You're the great Horse Trainer, then? Why is it that You don't ride?"
Peaceful Walker answered him, "Horses have too slow a pace;
I can be in any place with just one stride.
But I realize it's different for you,
So excuse Me while I do what I must do."

Peaceful Walker laid a hand upon
The horse's head,
And he came to life as if he never had been dead!
"Now, Questing Rider,
Take advice from Me:
Don't mount up again until I've trained him properly."

Questing Rider walked for days, but he found he didn't mind;
There were worthwhile things to find closer by than stars above.
Peaceful Walker answered all riddles from his former quest,
Telling him the very best answer was love.
It was love that made the Walker walk the land.
Though to Him, the very stars were only sand...and...

Questing Rider rides again, but with clearer purpose now;
Peaceful Walker showed him how he should ride, and where he should.
What his former dreams would yield, Questing Rider never knew;
Now he knows the way to do people some good.
Everywhere he rides, he brings the news to seekers East and West,
Of the Peaceful Walker Who alone fulfills every quest.
 
For a new arrival, one of my "uniform rhyme" sonnets, done in such a way as to make sure that her username is not mispronounced...


Sometimes my sonnet-writing gives me peace;
On life it lets me have a brand-new lease;
As when I strove to be no more obese,
And gladly saw my kilograms decrease.

I write this for a girl not born in Greece,
But France; she takes the name of A-na-is.
She's likely not much older than my niece,
And probably makes use of a valise

To hold her notes when working on a piece
About philosophy, meant to increase
The quantity of minds that, like the geese,
Go flying somewhere till their worries cease.

I hope you like this forum, Anais,
Almost as much as taking trips to Nice.
 
To Carol Palin
(whose surname stresses the second syllable)


I'd given up on the romantic scene,
Since one who seemed well-suited cast me off.
But in a Sunday school, one Miss Palin
Became another flame, and I a moth.

Good conversation started it, not lust;
For Carol has a lively intellect.
I set out to deserve this woman's trust,
Combining fun and humor with respect.

It's been a month by now, and friends at least
We are -- potentially, much more; she feels
At ease with me, and cooked me such a feast
On Monday, that it really turned my wheels.

She is a gift from Finland to my heart;
I hope we sail well from this pleasing start.
 
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