Sonnets Here, In-House

Copperfox said:
An Occu-poem ​

The trendy fashion is to swarm in mobs
Where noisy numbers count instead of truth,
Where youngsters call for handouts more than jobs,
Excusing anarchy by fact of youth.

"You can't make _money_ educating me!
That would be _profit_ -- what a nasty thought!
It sounds like business, even _industry,_
Where people have to _pay_ for what they've bought!

"If I take work, it must be on my terms:
I must be doing only things I like.
And if I make less than the owner earns,
I'll be a hero if I go on strike.

"YOUR wish for money is disgusting greed;
MY wish for money's only what I need."
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That's actually not what the Occupy Movement is concerned with. The fact that 99% of the wealth of the nation is held by 1% of the population is the concern. It's because of this that hardworking people like you, my friends, and my family can't afford what they need to live a comfortable lifestyle while the corporation owners are fretting about which vacation home they should visit next weekend. The movement was to bring awareness to this fact. The Protestant work ethic can only work but so far in a capitalistic nation.
 
Anais, I wish you could talk with a lady at my church, who keeps informed of issues affecting poor people. She informs me that while Occupy Denver was in progress in our area, the Occupiers -- who DID have homes they COULD have returned to -- swarmed into homeless shelters, where they ate up the free food which was intended for ACTUAL homeless persons. They ate so much that they jeopardized the ability of the shelters to feed the poor people about whom the Occupiers PRETENDED to care so much.
 
About Another Finnish Event

The Kalevala party beckoned me;
So, with my sweetheart, I drove to the lodge,
Where soon enough I found myself awash
In things to please a Finnish wanna-be.

An academic lady at the lunch
Described the colleges that Finland owns.
A tall blonde woman sang in forceful tones,
Portraying ancient bards in vocal stunts.

An honest politician joined us there,
As witness that, while Finland holds the hearts
Of Finns, yet while they're living in these parts,
The new land also will receive their care.

With good folks Carol introduced me to,
New friendships made a heady, happy brew.
 
It was. It's usually fun to be with people who vigorously celebrate an ethnic heritage, when they're NOT making it an excuse to act snobbish and scornful toward everyone else. There is a certain group (and you should be able to track it down without much difficulty) which has a slogan: "Everything for The Race, nothing for those outside The Race." But none of the Finns I've met has any such attitude.

The Finlandia Foundation of Colorado distributes a newsletter called "Finn Fax." The earlier sonnet I wrote about their Christmas party was published in Finn Fax. I'm going to see if this latest one can also be published there.
 
For Sir Tom's Father:
WRITTEN AS IF IT WERE SIR TOM HIMSELF SPEAKING IT ​

The spirit of the Celtic warriors lives,
While having any grace they may have lacked.
It lives in one who's worked patrolman shifts,
A man who lives by honesty and fact.

I mean you, Dad: my model Christian man,
A modern William Wallace, nothing less.
Not every son can speak the way I can,
Aware that many people in distress

Have owed their lives to you. And at a job,
You show precision and integrity.
If young men follow you, they'll be no mob;
They will be squires, pursuing chivalry.

Rob Roy McGregor passes you his blade,
And I shall journey on the path you've made.
 
Copperfox said:
For Sir Tom's Father:
WRITTEN AS IF IT WERE SIR TOM HIMSELF SPEAKING IT ​

The spirit of the Celtic warriors lives,
While having any grace they may have lacked.
It lives in one who's worked patrolman shifts,
A man who lives by honesty and fact.

I mean you, Dad: my model Christian man,
A modern William Wallace, nothing less.
Not every son can speak the way I can,
Aware that many people in distress

Have owed their lives to you. And at a job,
You show precision and integrity.
If young men follow you, they'll be no mob;
They will be squires, pursuing chivalry.

Rob Roy McGregor passes you his blade,
And I shall journey on the path you've made.
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You did an amazing job, thank you so much! My parents and I love it. My dad seems very moved. :)
 
I hope your sister also likes it.

Words by themselves can be pitifully feeble things; but their power is in guiding and encouraging those who have some strength and are willing to use it righteously.
 
Wow, Copperfox! I had read a few of your sonnets, but not all of them. These are amazing! I like doing poetry and stuff, but I am more into graphics currently. I like reading you sonnets!
 
I don't know how my latest sonnet, written mere hours ago, managed to vanish. It contained nothing that would give any Mod cause to censor it. Let me just re-post it:


Upon Being Laid Off by the
Colorado Renaissance Festival


Professor, Jester, Fairies, Jousting Troupe:
Will you all still be there? Am only I
Deleted? No, I doubt that the old group
Will carry on with only one goodbye.

In fact, they didn't; Betty Spreen was gone
Before my Larkspur standing was revoked.
It is a shame; I would have soldiered on
In my fourth year -- I really had felt stoked.

"Restructuring": some euphemism, that.
It could mean simply, they were short of cash.
I don't know why they took my bishop's hat;
But maybe they prefer more pagan flash.

They may want festivals without Christ's cross;
If so, as Badger says, it's their own loss.
 
Thank you, Anne-Marie. God may now be calling me to get into a more direct personal ministry, as a "mentor" to some teenage boy under the auspices of my church.
 
For Span-Inq, by request


Some sicknesses can seem unkillable,
Especially the dreary common cold.
If I accent the second syllable.
I can pronounce infection's name Har-OLD.

You see, young Inquisition gave this name
To her own rhinovirus, though she hopes
He goes away as quickly as he came,
So her ordeal won't be as bad as Job's.

She ought to thank me, since, while really tired,
I'm staying up to sonnetize Har-OLD.
She ought not miss him when he has expired--
Yet she wants this disease to be extolled.

Since I'm not with my sweetheart much this week,
I've written lines on Harold's great mystique.
 
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Harold the virus?!:D

And I'm sorry about your being laid off from the Ren Fest;it sounded like a fun job.:( I certainly hope it wasn't because they didn't want it "too Christian" or anything...
 
Copperfox said:
For Span-Inq, by request


Some sicknesses can seem unkillable,
Expecially the dreary common cold.
If I accent the second syllable.
I can pronounce infection's name Har-OLD.

You see, young Inquisition gave this name
To her own rhinovirus, though she hopes
He goes away as quickly as he came,
So her ordeal won't be as bad as Job's.

She ought to thank me, since, while really tired,
I'm staying up to sonnetize Har-OLD.
She ought not miss him when he has expired--
Yet she wants this disease to be extolled.

Since I'm not with my sweetheart much this week,
I've written lines on Harold's great mystique.
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Thank you!

My Virus thanks you as well.
He's hanging on and I feel awful, but I'm sticking it out.

(woulda stayed home from school but I had a test and two presentations so meh.)

I'm sorry to hear about losing the Renfaire job, though
 
Again About Illness, But
More Serious This Time

What's told in Dana's name, I have believed,
And prayed for healing for our young friend Beth.
I'd frankly be, not angry, but relieved,
If this were proved a joke, not life and death.

I've seen death in the real world, slow and fast,
Bring loved ones further up and further in.
If Beth dies, God forbid, she won't be last
To see that, at the end, our lives begin.

Were this a hoax, though I don't call it so,
I'd say a different healing was required.
I'd pray again for that, because I know
All types of healing are to be desired.

I hope you'll see this, Triple-S Princesss,
And see I only wish for you what's best.
 
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