Sonnets Here, In-House

Copperfox said:
A Get-Acquainted Poem For
NarniaLollypopGirl ​

This Kansas girl, much like the one in Oz,
Would rather no tornadoes came along.
When she's not scared, or suffering the blahs,
She'll be remembering that rainbow song.

She's legally adult, but keeps the best
Of childhood in her eagerness to please.
I hope with us she'll never be depressed;
We'd like to see more of her specialties.

Remember, Loli, that I've asked you for
A picture where my hero Emmett stands
Defying a chaotic dragon's roar
With armor-piercing rifle in his hands.

Go on from there to Hobbit, Dwarf or Elf;
But one day, draw a picture of yourself.
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Aww! I love it its really good and made me laugh too. In a good way. Splendid work Copper! *hugs*
 
On Being Unable To Do A Single
Bloody Thing About The Wildfires

God, knowing we need rain, gives not one drop.
The Calvinist cliche -- "It's all your fault!" --
Gives no one comfort; neither does it stop
The all-devouring flames in their assault.

My venting feelings doesn't clear the haze;
As helpless as a worm on pavement I.
But in some cases, I know such a blaze
Is caused BY MEN allowing sparks to fly.

One moment's thought could halt stupidity:
The match put out, the fireworks never used.
Mere common sense, a cheap lucidity,
And vast calamities would be defused.

Meanwhile, the gallant firemen we applaud.
For arsonists? Perhaps a firing squad.
 
In Honor of the Return of Danny Darnia

In Indonesia, women are not so
Controlled as in some places I could name.
One Indonesian woman chose to go
To Dancing Lawn, and hence derives her fame.

Our Dani and Vanessa really clicked,
Both women being older than the teens,
While "Grandad" is the title that she picked
For me, and warm respect is what it means.

Now, after two years' absence, Dani seems
Afraid new members won't like her as much.
But I've been here throughout the change of teams,
And I say new kids will enjoy her touch.

So stay here, Dani, and be satisfied
That members new and old are on your side.

 
Anne-Marie, if you ever get to read my old Chinese fantasy novel, "Flying Girl and Iron Merchant," part of its action takes place in 13th-century Indonesia; and DANNY DARNIA was the one who provided me with information about her country in that historical period, so I could write convincingly. Accordingly, I assumed that the foremost female Indonesian character in the story looked like her.
 
For the benefit of those to whom Danny is brand new, here's what I wrote about her in December of 2008 -- since hardly anybody has the energy anymore to read ALL the way through a lengthy topic thread.


A shy and lovely girl has found the nerve
To call me Grandad, with warm sentiment
That penetrates the center of the Earth
From Indonesia, where I lately sent

A postcard of my native Illinois,
While she sent me a Christian book she'd found.
It's worthwhile missing sleep, just to enjoy
Exploring what we have of common ground.

I tutor her in English, which I'm told
Will further her career; and she gives me
Background for stories set in days of old;
My second heroine, therefore, is she.

Adorable young Dani, Java's child,
You're fun to know, while also sweet and mild.
 
I shall now begin a new series of sonnets, unified by a theme of youth, age, love, disappointment, hope, maturity, and the gaining of wisdom. Dang, do you think this theme will provide enough material?

My age was twenty-seven on the day
When I was married first; Wife Number One
Had thought her youth had flown too far away,
For she was older -- but we had our fun.

It's far, far better getting married late
Than marrying someone unsuitable.
Some teens will think there's only one soul-mate,
But new friends may be found recruitable.

Of my three loves, no two have been the same,
But all are precious; each made me confront
Some variation in the human game.
So I tell those who've just begun the hunt:

Leave God in charge, He does know more than we;
He knows who'll fit your personality.
 
Copperfox said:
I shall now begin a new series of sonnets, unified by a theme of youth, age, love, disappointment, hope, maturity, and the gaining of wisdom. Dang, do you think this theme will provide enough material?

My age was twenty-seven on the day
When I was married first; Wife Number One
Had thought her youth had flown too far away,
For she was older -- but we had our fun.

It's far, far better getting married late
Than marrying someone unsuitable.
Some teens will think there's only one soul-mate,
But new friends may be found recruitable.

Of my three loves, no two have been the same,
But all are precious; each made me confront
Some variation in the human game.
So I tell those who've just begun the hunt:

Leave God in charge, He does know more than we;
He knows who'll fit your personality.
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That was very meaningful. I like this series already.
 
A beautiful painting, I see before me.
The wavering of lines created by a stroke
The very canvas where this beautiful painting
is displayed for all to see.


Sketchpad on my lap
Learning from the masters
of days gone by, but so longed for
In a city that I haven't been to yet.

They are the Impressionists.
Some of the artists that
inspire me to the deepest depth of my being.
 
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Thank you for posting this! My first wife Mary, to whom I refer in the latest sonnet, was a bigtime fan of impressionist painters, especially Monet.
 
Copperfox said:
Thank you for posting this! My first wife Mary, to whom I refer in the latest sonnet, was a bigtime fan of impressionist painters, especially Monet.
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You're welcome! That's cool that she was a fan of theirs too! They all had marvelous works, and Monet's are some of the best works of art out there.
 
Few twelve-year-olds have yet enjoyed the taste
Of sweet surprises like what I've just had: :rolleyes:
My van requires all tires to be replaced--
This at the same time as I'm feeling sad

About a friend whose arrogance provoked
His wife to leave him. :eek: If that weren't enough,
My bank account is well and truly choked,
As my insurance costs fly through the roof. :mad:

The thing is, as a grownup, I can't pass
The buck to parents; I myself must cope
With all these things and more. My Finnish lass,
At least, will urge me not to give up hope.

Kids think the self-esteem thing is a curse.
Well, brace yourselves: adulthood can be worse!
 
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