One month ago, for flavour...
Why's Autumn So Blist'ring HOT?!
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMDCCCXLI)
Night barely lowered temps, warmth all from hence
We know, yet wherefore must I watch the trail
Of sheer abuse 'non flourish? what'd avail?
Friends play me false, mine en'mies plotting thence
With great success as if I've no defense,
Yet, LORD, what have I done? Why's there ne bail?
Earn wages to see my bag's that detail
Likeas the Scriptures warn: with holes, til whence?
Read up on Tasso and Camoes* in tour
To gain perspective on our path, those two
Whom I'd long heard tale of well worth, as t'were
The study, 'til I'd mod'rate me anew.
Oh LORD, please, do Thou ransom me! Bestir
Thy mercies as of old and save us too!
27Aug24
*David M. Main's 1881 Treasury of English Sonnets what both taught me by his extensive historic references and inclusions to love sonnets which thereafter were discovered my niche, first intro'd me to Camoen and Tasso as even then ancient sonneteers with, it appeared the most extensive collections of sonnets.
Up by 2am Wednesday, nor to bed and asleep until Thursday after 7pm, I'd little strength for aught besides necessary work after the initial 30 hours.
I Never Planned On This
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMDCCCLXXXVI)
Twa hours in bed, not of aught sleep t'avail,
And I am fragile as expected, sense
Not quite as keen as I'd like either, whence
Guess I shall take things slowly lest I fail
Worse than in folly? Work like that?! The trail
Wends out of sight whileas folk mock me hence
For working back to back shifts, like what thence?
Try to make ends meet when you're lacking bail?
The romance of black night none pass through fer
So many hours, whose lonely silence to
Effect's tricked out by crickets fiddling, poor
As needing sleep then, charms likeas it'd woo.
If only I could have my rest in tour,
And that. In lieu of which, LORD, I need You.
26Sep24
Given a prompt when I'd rather let inspiration find itself elsewhere in the day, this chases itself to a curious end, having been scribbled as fast as I could, in order to chase the prompt after.
Was This Too Short For My Intentions?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMDCCCLXXXVII)
From blackest night's deep void to purple's sense
(With faintest pink) of war is't? that detail
Of somber region clouds oer Autumn's trail
Of painted leaves in thickest woods orange thence
With yellow and worn green cavorts 'neath, whence,
But I mused I'd love tracing, like t'avail,
The latter, 'cept 'tis merely photos' frail
Sweet backdrop for my programs, not life. Hence?
Clouds' grey I cherished nearly haunts in tour
This Friday, heav'ns gone to their surly blue
Leaves whisper in of yonder, late astir,
Their fallen in sweet piles as wont. The view
Not to my specs but by mere halves, is't poor
To yearn for dreams when war half swears it'd cue?
27Sep24a
Aka Teddy 15 told me to make a sonnet of either my comment or else her latest post, and here is the attempt. Oddly having privately mused after commenting that I have always hated political pieces, from Wordsworth's sonnets to any other, including my own, except they include the beauties of the creation, I can't say I succeeded. You?
I Prefer to Love MY Teddies to Death
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMDCCCLXXXVIII)
She drew a steamy bath with wine t'avail
Chagrin, th'attempts to give voice in defense
Of pol'tics for a nation not fr'intents
Her ain by any stretch, the ether'd fail
T'oblige, Merlot a solace where aught bail
Swore she could not vote Donald Trump in thence
Or even Kam'la Harris, all good sense
From e'en the bits and bytes naught--which detail?
For Shirley known as Teddy's not jist yer
Fine cuppa tea, wrung by great sorrows through
The wastes of time with po'try as recure;
And pol'tics late rejecting her, where to?
Put all down on the bits and bytes til her
Case is thus heard. And, Teddy: we love you.
27Sep24b
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: I've wanted to include that sonnet referencing Torquato Tasso and Luis Vaz de Camoens since it meant so much, a month later proving more on target than I'd realized. And here's the excuse for my absence: Up by 2am Wednesday, nor to bed and asleep until Thursday after 7pm, I'd little strength for aught besides necessary work after the initial 30 hours. Teddy asking for a specific sonnet....Given a prompt when I'd rather let inspiration find itself elsewhere in the day, this chases itself to a curious end, having been scribbled as fast as I could, in order to chase the prompt after. Aka Teddy 15 told me to make a sonnet of either my comment or else her latest post, and here is the attempt. Oddly having privately mused after commenting that I have always hated political pieces, from Wordsworth's sonnets to any other, including my own, except they include the beauties of the creation, I can't say I succeeded. You?
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OMG 😱 you did it well I had no doubt, actually as for your humour superb I chuckled at your last line, I'm loved by just a few lol
teddy's should also keep away from Merlot and politics lol I bow to thee the queen of Sonnet, I'm giving you your oscar 👏🎉 impressed doesn't come close. Thanks for taking the cheeky challenge such a fun read. ❤️
Oh my, my...how you leave my pitiful little head spinning! I love you. My stuffed teddies, loved to death are quite bold, actually [being MINE] and only would eschew Merlot as they're stuffed with fluff, as Pooh Bear says. They can handle politics unless burning at the stake regains popularity. You're too nice. Thank you again so VERY much!
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I take my hat off to you Missy .. I just can't imagine how many notepads and pens you must get through during one of your seemingly seemingly marathon writing sessions .. I am, as is most often the case, much more than merely mightily impressed .. Your real name ain't Margie by any chance, is it .. Neville
Thank you so very much, Sir! I actually presently am managing to put two sonnets on each side of an 8.5"X11" sheet of lined paper in a 3-ring binder which only keeps its cover on because I taped the hinge to it. While you tempt me to give you my name, I'm giving you instead a page I used to post my work on more or less singly in that it was my "home" for poetry years ago. Since then I'm unable to do anything on that site for unknown reasons so leave it as it stands. Because I called that site my online poetry home I put my name on my page there. Thank you again so very much!
[https://hellopoetry.com/jenny-gordon/]
Thanks for the resume .. appreciated .. Neville
I have much admiration for those who can rattle off a sonnet as well as you have Missy. I know Teddy can as well. I have attempted a few myself from time to time. I always have to work hard though on the drumbeat. Well done you on Teddy!s challenge. What a combination. A steamy bath, Merlot and Trump all in fourteen lines. What a mammoth post here and thanks for the smile.
You're too kind. Thank you so very, very much! Sonnets are forever a challenge both to compose and understand, at least in my opinion, but I'm dyslexic. Thank you again so much!
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Outstanding Sonnets
captivating and
mesmerizing I say! 🥇
Nothing escapes your
awesome poetic talents!!
I'm sorry but I'm
voting for
Trump by the way! 😂
Best wishes 🍀 🤗 🌹 Thad 🧸
Being a dyed-in-the-wool Republican, I'm only disgusted the Dems fill my inbox with demands and wish their complaints they'll lose if I delete or fail to comply were true and not bullshit. If I don't vote him in again, it'll only be owing to their making it abundantly clear it is pointless to do your civic duty since they will put in the white house whom they want, not whom the Americans vote into office. Thank you again so VERY much, fellow Trump supporter!
All were good but my favorite was "Was This Too Short For My Intentions?" Most wonderfully crafted.
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