Sonnets Here, In-House

To The Tear of the Lion

I'm sure you share my love of broccoli.
Cashews and almonds, both of us may nosh.
I know the benefits of celery,
And I have long enjoyed zucchini squash.

Asparagus I learned to love at last;
Not only that, but even Brussels sprouts.
Snow peas are sometimes found in my repast;
For jalapenos, though, I still have doubts.

My veggie chili has been well received
At chili cook-offs; down folks' throats it went.
God love you, vegan; still, do not be grieved
When I say some folks' guts work different.

Native Americans are strong and tough;
And they, like me, will eat -- that other stuff.
 
She didn't give me a huge amount of information to work with, but it struck me that I could make plenty of rhymes with the names of vegetables.


Copperfox said:
To The Tear of the Lion

I'm sure you share my love of broccoli.
Cashews and almonds, both of us may nosh.
I know the benefits of celery,
And I have long enjoyed zucchini squash.

Asparagus I learned to love at last;
Not only that, but even Brussels sprouts.
Snow peas are sometimes found in my repast;
For jalapenos, though, I still have doubts.

My veggie chili has been well received
At chili cook-offs; down folks' throats it went.
God love you, vegan; still, do not be grieved
When I say some folks' guts work different.

Native Americans are strong and tough;
And they, like me, will eat -- that other stuff.
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Bravo, Copperfox! I like the sonnet you made for Tear of the Lion. Using vegetables... Creative!
 
Tear, I write these poems both to entertain my fellow members, and to encourage THEM to write poetry also. Do you ever write poetry? You seem to have said that English is not your first language; perhaps you could show us a poem in YOUR native language, then tell us in English what it means. If you care to do this, it would be all right if you posted it on my thread.
 
I actually want to become a writer, but I mainly want to write books. I've written some little poems, but they are really old. I thought of writing poems sometimes and I believe I will do some, even though I'm not sure if it will succeed.
 
Valentine Sonnet for Karoliina
(Carol), to See How Long It Takes
Her to Come on Here and Read It

We spoke about the loss of novelty;
I said it's in the nature of the thing.
No sense of sameness rouses dread in me;
We're lasting, like a golden wedding ring.

Should your compassion for an ailing friend
Be tiresome? Or your love of relatives?
Far from it! Your kind actions recommend
Your heart, which bears its fruit in what it gives.

I welcome sameness, if you stay the same
In loyalty, and love of gentle fun.
No boredom shall drop rain upon our game,
As long as you endure each groaning pun.

My Finnish-speaking seamstress Valentine,
I love the stable strength of your design.
 
For new member HammerDoc

I love the teens and college-agers here,
But it's a joy to welcome full adults,
Especially one trained to take a pulse;
May Jesus bless your medical career!

Already, you and I have deeply mused
On subjects harsher than some care to face,
Discussing how to vindicate God's grace
In settings where the law has been abused.

I pray that those who falsely call it "hate"
When someone tells the truth, will be abashed
By your integrity, their plots be dashed,
And they'll consider their eternal state.

You've said souls are the thing, and so they are;
You can save lives elsewhere than the E.R.
 
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My First Sonnet to be Dedicated to a Pope

I wish you only good, Pope Francis One!
Your enemies are mostly mine as well.
The Anti-Christ is on his way from Hell;
And though your church is not where he comes FROM,

You can be sure he'll want it in his grasp.
Apocalypse predicts that, for a time,
He'll be allowed to get away with crime,
To perish only when Christ comes at last.

For now, however many days remain,
Pray for discernment, grace to tell apart
The scheming liars from the true at heart,
Lest good intent, in practice, turn out vain.

Then do your best, that's all a human can;
You'll get a fair break from this Lutheran.
 
I've not run out of literary rope!
Though I'm surprised at seeing no response
To my last piece, in honor of the Pope,
I'll keep on writing with insouciance.

Our King Barbarian supposedly
Is to traverse the Rockies with his son
To Denver, visiting my wife and me;
But right now, snow is falling by the ton.

I hope that he's been cautious and postponed;
But I'm snowbound in Carol's house, not mine.
So I can't check to see if Mike has phoned;
Can anybody get him on the line?

If you can reach him, please urge him to shift
His visit; right now, Denver's one snowdrift!
 
I will comment on the pope sonnet. I liked it! It was very good. I'm sorry I didn't take the time to comment on it before.

Good grief, I hope Barbarian King is doing alright! And I hope Aslan brings spring back to your realm.
 
Thank you, Sir Tom. The last word I have is that Mike expects to arrive on Monday. Hopefully, things will be under control in the Denver area by then.
 
To A Seldom-Seen Friend Named Olga

She did some wrong, but much more suffered wrong,
Through almost eighty years of life in flesh.
In un-combative ways, she turned out strong,
And kept her sense of humor fairly fresh.

When I drove east for my friend Kevin's sake
(For Kevin's in a nursing home, near death),
Two hours or three I thought that I should take
To visit Olga; that was a nice breath

Of friendly air! We talked, and I was glad
To see her in good health, for one her age.
I treated her to lunch, then, at her pad,
I showed her photos from an album page.

This may be the last time we meet below;
This time, I knew I really had to go.
 
"Kismet," the musical, portrays a guy
Who lives by writing rhymes. It should not shock
That he's discovered starving, like to die.
The world around us does not so much mock

A poet, as ignore him. For the crowd
Wants chases, gunfights, blood, and lots of skin.
A sonnet, by its nature, isn't loud,
And won't send airplanes falling in a spin.

No, poetry is more like surgery:
It isolates a fragment of our lives,
Examining more deeply than we see,
With instruments the poet's mind contrives.

The space to fill with verse remains immense,
No matter what my size of audience.
 
For "The Freak Sisters"

First, a phonetic note.


In order to maintain consistent poetic meter, when I say "Freak Sisters," think of the name as being spoken like:

freak SIS -ters

And NOT like:

FREAK sisters

Similarly with the name "Chuck NOR-ris."


I have occasion for some lines of cheer:
Freak Sisters have -- I mean, she has returned!
To choose a topic for the verse she's earned,
I'll check the clues available right here.

Chuck Norris! We're both fans of his, I see.
Freak Sisters, did you know that he's so quick,
As fast as someone else can break a brick,
Chuck will construct a whole brick factory?

Blood banks appreciate Chuck Norris well;
When there's great need, all blood types that there are
Will be supplied, with surplus, when the star
Comes by and donates them just one blood cell.

If Narnia had Chuck upon the scene,
He'd soon convert each pagan Calormene!
 
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