Open Poetry #16 |
What Sonnets Do |
Kevin Taylor Member
since 1999-12-23
Posts 185near Vancouver, BC, Canada |
A sonnet is a dandy thing all dressed In pomp and form and run-on lines and things - Enough to make the weary take up wings, Though this is but my third. I must confess, Lifetimes ago I wrote with zing and zest And sonnets then were little songs to sing To fluttering breasts and nightingales - or slings Against misfortune, kings, and other pests. No truer blade has ever been devised Than sonnets quick and cleverly contrived. Fair queen or country maids (each to his prize) - The sonnet's virtue rests in parted thighs - Though finer roe has never graced a sturgeon Nor caveat much mattered to a virgin Kevin "Poetry is, at once, what you get... and how you get there." [This message has been edited by kevintaylor (edited 10-28-2001).] |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
To call a sonnet a thing as dandy And compare it there to lady and maid, Would make it naught but sweet cheep eye candy, Something nothing to be casually played. I ‘m sure sonnets have gotten love flowing, Courted a few females in tender hold, But they are not just where love is growing, They comfort the people that have gown cold. Make attempts over and over in style, Make the rhyme align in just the right way, Make hurt and love playfully for a while, Then write all different on the next day. A sonnet is like a box of candy, And I think you have written a dandy Gloom |
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LoveLetters Junior Member
since 2001-10-09
Posts 35State of Hope |
I confess I don't know much about writing sonnets, but I do enjoy reading them. Your writing, is excellent in my eyes. I long for the ability you have, but then..if I had it, it would not be my own. Umm..So I'm rambling. I'll go find my own ability. Love has many masks. I am but one of them. |
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