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A Sonnet in Lolspeak           ~A Sonnet in Lolspeak~

Dey sez we kittehs iz not gud wif speach,
Dat we spellz bad, dun yuse teh grammerz well,
An even sumtiems dey get madz and yell
Dat we shud tawk liek normulz, tryna preech
Dere "propur" ingleesh in dere kommentz on
Teh YooToobs and such playses on teh net
Cuz dey (tho we did nothinz) wanna get
Us off teh webz. Dey's mean an want us gawn.
But kittehs dun so eesly get deterrd,
O noes, an so dey griypes and griypes and griypes
But stilz we stays and stilz we can has tipez,
An tipez in lolspeek, yoosinz ar weerd wurds.
So tho dey will complayns,A Sonnet in Lolspeak by ~FalconClarinet
A Crown of Sonnets: Mariya1:  eyes of glass

An elegant beauty, eyes of glass and silvered
like visions captured now in a digital age,
caged in frames to lay immortal, white, black or red,
the pale pinks and greys of flesh and fantasy, sage
thoughts unspoken for the thousand word proxies caught
and projected to distant voyeurs, the silent
partners in a dance of your soul, flying and fraught
with consequence that slips away like a serpent.
You own your dreams, and barter them for ovations
and more material things.  This is the nature
of a true artist, remembered after nations
rise and fall and call out to histories, unsure.
Your images, no matter kisses made, tears wA Crown of Sonnets: Mariya by *williamfdevault
Sonnet 4                         for my grandmother

Her flowers, softly pressed against her palm,
have lost their quiet gift of sunlit breath
in lieu of gentle summer's song, this psalm
hushed now by looming mute of living death.
The owl's lonely mating cry rings out
against the fjord today, and still I find
her shorn cloth adorning my clouded route
home. Roughly textured skin of night confined
my skin; however, the small trestles built
from earth to hidden light behind the moon
guide me to her in sleep. Her petals lSonnet 4 by ~jswebb
February Sonnet Challenge 2013 by *Parsat
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SonnetsSonnets
This article aims to give you an outline of sonnets, including what they are, their history and some examples of the different kinds of sonnet.  Hopefully along the way you'll pick up some tips to help you write sonnets (or write better sonnets!).
What is a sonnet?
Sonnets feature:
Fourteen linesFixed metreFixed rhyme schemeA shift in mood or perspective during the poem
Sonnets are short poems which traditionally have 14 lines, a fixed metre and a fixed rhyme scheme. Despite, or perhaps because of, the formal constraints of sonnets, they often deal with themes of emotions, love, and freedom. The name ‘sonnet’ comes from the Italian meaning ‘little sound’ or ‘little song’

Sonnets usually have two sections; a proposition or argument followed by an answer, solution, or a different way of looking at the original issue. In this, sonnets aSonnets by =futilitarian
Petrarchan Sonnet TutorialThe Petrarchan Sonnet, also known as the Italian Sonnet, is the earliest sonnet form, invented in the 13th century. It was refined and popularized by Petrarch, who lent his name to the form. The first English sonnets were also written in this form.

It consists of two parts, an octave and a sestet. The octave follows an ABBAABBA form. The sestet may follow several forms: CDECDE, CDCCDC, or CDCDCD. By English conventions, the meter is iambic pentameter.

"On His Blindness" by John Milton

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless, thoPetrarchan Sonnet Tutorial by *Parsat
Sonnet About SonnetsIambic's foot in Pentameter is five feet in a line,
Strictly following general fluid convention,
Ten-syllabled, stressed and unstressed align
Through metaphor to metaphor and into contention.
Listen! 'Tis the sound in the Sonnet's heart beating:
da Dum, da Dum, da Dum, da Dum, da Dum . . .
Its rhythm is so pleasing, no pulse heard pleating,
And Poets who oft mimic rhyme to its archaic drum.
But even three hundred ninety-five years later
After Thou felled the Ancient Bard, it still beats on
Through the boy who thought his form to be, we cater,
Whose tears in punctuation misses our Father who is gone.
So until Poets no longer rhyme Sonnet About Sonnets by ~VicariouSoul
Curtal Sonnet TutorialThe curtal sonnet (sometimes incorrectly called the "curtailed sonnet") is a sonnet form invented by the innovative Victorian poet, Gerard Manley Hopkins. Hopkins, who was intensely interested in the mathematical qualities of the sonnet, devised this form to be exactly 3/4 of a Petrarchan sonnet. The name "curtal" comes from a term originally referring to a horse that had its tail docked.

The form is 10.5 lines long, consisting of a sestet, a quatrain, and a "tail piece" (half of a line). There are no meter requirements, save that the poem is consistent in meter throughout. Iambic pentameter is standard, with a trimeter half-line, but HopkinCurtal Sonnet Tutorial by *Parsat
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Shakespearean
Vincent van GoghMy Vincent, your art makes the canvas pulse
With energy untold, while colors rich
And bold in hue cause one’s soul to convulse,
While the great artist’s skill can mind bewitch.
Skies decked in stars swirl blue across the night,
While flowers like the sun explode with fire.
Crows over wheat-fields take to gloomy flight,
And the tall cypress tree climbs like a spire.
There was light to be seen in every place,
And you, my Vincent, took great care to find
The beauty in a lowly peasant’s face
Or to see hope in a child left behind.
But for all that you saw, you faced great strife,
When anguish at last brought end to your life. Vincent van Gogh by ~Inventrix913
30. Finality Rings Forth in Every PealFinality rings forth in every peal--
Stubborn in the wind go ages past
Laced with hope and beauty, full and real;
Ringing, winging, breathing now their last.
Comes a lull between the exhaled breath
Ripe with such potential and such fear.
Inhale peace and joy or inhale death:
The future gives no indication here.
In between the breaths a heart still beats.
Its rhythm steady, certain. Still no wait
Is long enough to hinder or defeat
A heart so full of hope that won't abate.
Life becomes the ringing of a bell;
Exhale past regrets and breathe farewell.30. Finality Rings Forth in Every Peal by *LaBruyere
Sonnet Number One by ~MozartsNemesis
Sonnet LIIIOp. 24, no. 11
Hope

What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend
To dim the light, but never make you fade,
Amidst our mortal foes, our dearest friend.
I've seen those times your reckoning is found
When life is in the corner, gone to waste,
Or treachery that seeps up from the ground
Seems in the broken world too commonplace.
But still we cling, as long as we draw breath
And see the faintest glow of radiance,
You tide us through both life and certain death
And make us strong in every exigence.
Though shaky faith and love may die in strife,
'Tis hope that breathes them back the breath of life.Sonnet LIII by *Parsat
Shakespearean
Petrarchan
LET MY TULIPS GROW!Shall I relate to you a summer’s day
Where row on row of tulips grow and bloom?
‘Twas while I gazed upon them from my room,
I flashed back to that spring not far away.

Their tips poked thru the ground amidst the rays,
When, suddenly, the bright sky filled with gloom.
An enemy appeared to seal their doom.
I thought, perchance, that he had gone astray,

But no! A little rabbit through the fence
Descended on the tulip tips to feed,
And nibbled every one within the row.

The tulips sank. I shouted, “Get thee hence!”
And sprayed, and fought, until he did concede
And ran when I screamed, “Let my tulips grow!”LET MY TULIPS GROW! by ~writerbeliever
Sonnet XVIIIThis grey, which blankets earth like fallen snow
Now covers hearts the length of winter's sting
It poisons thought, depresses pauper, king,
And takes the spirit, crushed and bent, below.
Slowing breath and keeping things that grow
Confined within itself, it stifles Spring—
It stays the heart and clips the falcon's wing;
So grey the winter, harbinger of woe.
Come quick, Apollo, hasten now the rites;
Burn fast the grey to ashes with the sun.
You tarry, Flora: carve away the blight.
Then take the clinging fortress of the night
And brick by brick, now leave the grey undone.
Let winter ne'er contest thy blinding light.Sonnet XVIII by *LaBruyere
Anastrophe (Day 1: Petrarchan Sonnet)Hydrangeas, so blue
By the wind they were ruffled
Towards them I shuffled
I had to, I knew
What then came, I rue
I them then muffled
Against me, they scuffled
Them down, I hew
I them with me dragged
Over the heath, we went
But they me lagged
And I soon was fagged
Away I threw them, pent
Because they me naggedAnastrophe (Day 1: Petrarchan Sonnet) by ~dikarya
FSC I: Eternal DanceWhen darkness closes in upon my soul
And clouds these eyes trained on the things of earth,
When circumstances show me grief, not mirth,
And seem to bring me farther from my goal,
In times as these you show me who you are:
The Sovereign one, still sovereign you shall be,
The holy one, still holy, holy, holy,
Both high above, but still not very far.
Eternal things have captured all my hope,
By visions of forever, so I go
To Him who calls me into pure romance.
O blessed, blessed day, for which I cope
Through days of brokenness and utter woe!
Then evermore my soul with Christ shall dance!FSC I: Eternal Dance by *Parsat
Petrarchan
Spencerian
FSC XI: Writer's BlockThe pressing feeling one feels in the marrow
That seems to squeeze each drop out of the bone
Like toothpaste from a tube that's wrung out narrow
And rolled up tighter than a pebble-stone.
Both dabblers and professionals are prone
To fall into this uncreative curse.
The young, the old, all certainly bemoan
The tight'ning of imagination's purse.
Alas, how long, how far must I traverse
This desert clime that robs me of my rhyme
And leaves me not a verse so very terse
Amidst the arid sands and filthy grime?
Take heart, O sojourner fit to expire,
Take calm inspire, though the times be dire.FSC XI: Writer's Block by *Parsat
Sonnet XIXMy word does not then stand up to your own,
And proof remains required of my skill.
You base my worth on tests and drills alone,
While I remain in question, waiting still.
It's not that there's a gap I must fulfill
Within my gasping heart, crying for trust.
Oh no, it rests on me to fight and kill
For your own pleasure, for unconquered lust.
But why is this world more and more unjust?
And why can you not see me in my eyes?
There is much truth behind all we discussed,
And still you will mistake my words for lies.
You cannot put your faith just where you should
Because you won't believe man to be good.Sonnet XIX by *LaBruyere
Botheration (Day 11: Spenserian Sonnet)Do you really not fathom what I mean
When I say "Please leave me solitary"?
I never would have guessed you were so keen
Are my actions truly so contrary
That they have left your head void and airy?
I can't guess at all what you might achieve
By pestering me and always tarry
If you return after this ruined eve
Then I will wound you back and make you grieve
I assure you that I can be vicious
So cease your harassment, don't be naive
If you force me, I will be malicious
No means no, and that is my final word
So, nimcompoop, just stop being absurdBotheration (Day 11: Spenserian Sonnet) by ~dikarya
SUICIDE NOTEHere in the darkness with my ink and quill,
the only sounds are creatures of the night;
a quiet wind is stirring winter’s chill,
I lay my parchment down by candlelight.
I do not write from pity, nor from spite,
perhaps I should not write this down at all;
the noose about my neck is fit so tight,
this chair is waiting for my feet to fall.
What I must write will never leave these walls,
no one will ever find me hanging here;
I’ll go on swinging like a wrecking ball,
at last I will be free of all my fear.
A dip of ink, I’m ready with my pen,
forgive me all, for this, my final sin...

DAVID ROGERSSUICIDE NOTE by =DragonsChest
Spencerian
Sonnet Petit
Stolen VI: Golden DrippingsAnd as the time of prayer came to close,
He closed his eyes and spoke within his heart
Each blessing he could possibly compose
With every loving word he could impart.
But right along these words of dripping gold,
He casted, for he felt the precious need
To bring his swooning heart into the fold
Of God, from whom all rest and peace proceed,
Who makes his dearest sons and daughters one.Stolen VI: Golden Drippings by *Parsat
Stolen V: Orange'twas then he realized why love is spoke
As tongues of flame consuming all they touch.
That heat within him burned, and he awoke
To longings that demanded from him much.
They called for him to burn up selfish wants
And scatter all the ashes far away,
To take the sin within his heart's old haunts
And wither it before the light of day;
His passion's fire revealed his sin entire.Stolen V: Orange by *Parsat
Stolen IV: CrimsonTo gaze into her eyes for years to come
And know her more, his blood he would have shed
To seal his love like wax, pressed with his thumb,
On love notes penned on his own letterhead.
And though the strongest sacrifices most severe
He would have underwent to win her hand,
He prayed instead. He perked his ears to hear
The slightest calling of a new command
In time he spent as letters went unsent.Stolen IV: Crimson by *Parsat
Stolen III: WhiteSuch was the purity the young man felt
She radiated in her lovely form,
He thought the hardest hearts of stone would melt
To white hot brilliance not merely warm.
To stay beside that fierce heat made him faint
With grief at his own struggle and iniquity.
Unworthy, so unworthy with that taint,
But still he called that heat his only plea,
The painful burn for which he fully yearned.Stolen III: White by *Parsat
Sonnet Petit
Indriso
Indriso
Sonnetina
The RuinsWhen all is ruined in the times to come,
And glorious temples grow dilapidated—
Their altars empty, thick with scum
For festivals no longer celebrated—
Posterity will walk these hollowed halls
And see the fading paint and rotting wood.
But beauty still resides within these walls,
Though they might not be fully understood.
A people's memory may not remain,
But marble stands against the sun and rain.The Ruins by *Parsat
I Need SleepIf I could write the weariness I feel
Into a blur of mishing-mashing lines,
I could not hope to separate the real
From floaters in my slowly fading eyes.
My arms are weak, my muscles fully slack
With profound numbness past that feeling point
Where consciousness begins. In holding back
No healing comes to brains spilled, out of joint.
Though all my matter raves delirious,
My mind is all the more imperious.I Need Sleep by *Parsat
The DesertI am the Sonneteer who treads these lands
With nothing but a honed iambic blade.
And time again I've braved the shifting sands
Of deserts strewn with prosody decayed.
Now hear me, streams of meter, pools of rhyme,
Sustain a warrior with a burning thirst
To drink of waters clear of all the grime
Of "free verse" at its very worst.
For if the lines aren't free to leave my tongue,
They'll never find their freedom if they're flung.The Desert by *Parsat
Sonnet SixAbove, the canvas of the sky is blank.
Underneath my feet, the leaves scatter
To the sides of the road in panic frank;
Uncertain of the brewing storm splatter.

My eyes cast upwards as the sky growls;
Now, I can feel the tension in the sky.
Rumbles echo behind, the sky howls;
Allowing me a chance, at last, to cry.

In the deluge you won't see me tears fall;
No soul can notice once in autumn thrall.Sonnet Six by ~DestinyChick
Sonnetina
Blues
FSC XII: PromisesMy soul is pacified by your sweet word,
And all my hope is in your saving word,
Above all other sweet things that I've heard.

What promises you've made are good as done
By one whose mighty, righteous arm has done
Great wonders and creations through the Son.

For I have learned to set my vision far
Beyond this life, beyond the stars, and far
Beyond the struggles and the way they scar.

Though I have not lived for a thousand years,
I've found ten thousand ways to praise the years
Where mixed my joyous shouts and doleful tears.

So in the midst of suffering and strife,
My comfort's this: Your promise holds my life.FSC XII: Promises by *Parsat
Nescience (Day 12: Blues Sonnet)Of all the foolish things that I have heard
I'm somewhat doubting this is what I heard
Perhaps your words were a teensy bit slurred

How can you mingle with modern humans
And not be synchronized with these humans
Have you spent too much time with the numens?

You laugh and tell me that it is nothing
Do I look like I feel it is "nothing"?
You're treating everything as a mere fling

I just want to smack it into your head
But who knows what you're storing in your head
I guess it's better to slight you instead;

Crawl back beneath the rock you live under
And please, let that be our final sunderNescience (Day 12: Blues Sonnet) by ~dikarya
Fortresses SurrenderedYou burnt to ashes all my heart and soul,
Turning me upon my heart and soul,
Every pillar lost from my control.

Oh how greatly I rely on me,
More than anyone I trust in me,
And in this state I feel more truly free.

No, perhaps my joy is all misplaced,
My love and time and energy misplaced,
My walls were strong until they were defaced.

Take heart in knowing you have made me fall.
You desired most that I should fall.
All I ever hid behind; each wall.

You remain the greatest, I the least;
I rue the joy that forced my pride to cease.Fortresses Surrendered by *LaBruyere
Blues
Bowlesian
Cinders and dustI know what you expect of me:
to walk through fire & emerge
a better man, whose soul is purged
of bitterness & enmity.
But I, instead, embrace the flames
that sear my wearied skin that peels:
the only touch that I now feel,
the only warmth that knows my name.
And in the scorching heat that swift
consumes my charred & ashen flesh,
a withered heart alone is left
with deep resolve that will not shift.
For these remains, though burnt stay true:
these glowing embers blaze for you.Cinders and dust by *DanielDGriffiths
I Have Loved the Stars Too FondlyThese vast expanses broader than the skies
And deeper than the ocean, just as blue
Are unobtainable from where the view
Is struck by light and hidden from my eyes.
Oh marvels of the farthest-reaching space,
Oh nebulae, oh planets, ancient stars,
Already naked eyes have fought such wars
To glimpse beyond the darkness to your face.
And light which grows with centuries has bled
Still higher in the night and drowned you out.
My city home has left my eyes in doubt
That worlds of breathless beauty I have read
Exist, nor are they found where'er I look:
All space confined in pages of a book.I Have Loved the Stars Too Fondly by *LaBruyere
Expellee (Day 4: Bowlesian Sonnet)No longer am I welcome here
Banished from my motherland
No longer will I feel the sand
Between my toes and in my hair

The sun will set upon her cliffs
Every day, but I won't see it
I dig my hands down in the grit
And draw my final precious whiffs

In the future, there might be
A new land that I call my home
A place where I can freely roam
But I'll never be wholly free

Whatever happens, I will grieve
The day that I was forced to leaveExpellee (Day 4: Bowlesian Sonnet) by ~dikarya
FSC IV: ObjectivityToo often have I let my loving heart
And sentiment confuse my watchful gaze.
Affections unattended I let blaze
Have in their heat removed us far apart.
For my own love was foremost in my mind--
The dream, the image dear to which I clung--
And not the inner pain you left unsung
Which lay beneath the face I saw as kind.
They broke your heart, and then caused mine to break,
To see your sight obscured as mine was too.
Facades I once beheld, but now my view is true
When I am powerless for your sweet sake.
That I could love and see both light and sin,
As God, who gives out grace and discipline.FSC IV: Objectivity by *Parsat
Bowlesian
Caudate
Sonnet XLVIIOp. 24, no. 5
The Move

When that mine eye is famished for a look,
But cruelest distance grants it no reprieve,
I think upon the beaten trails we took
As side by side before we took our leave.
The leagues we traveled now to us apply
In all their summed totality;
The shortest distance as the crow may fly
Still feels a far-off abnormality.
But though you all my senses fail to find,
So close we were that none can separate
Our kindred spirit and our sharèd mind,
Our longing love and agonizing wait.
For though we two are twain by vast expanse,
Our unity is bound by more than chance
Or even sweet romance.
It's hope that stirs my body, head to feet,Sonnet XLVII by *Parsat
Freedom and SovereigntyThough there remain such options at my hand
To do much as I please and rest in You,
Knowing that the ways I walk are true,
Yours is the will I wish You would command.
My heart will lie and leave my mind unmanned,
And Yours I know is wisdom I accrue
In life and circumstances I go through.
And yet it's in this moment I now stand,
Lacking in my faith and wishing not
For simple clarity but for a sign.
Oh, why would such as You trust such as I?
Your sovereignty is not a thing You bought,
But always had, and yet the choice is mine.
You know the truth but still you won't reply.
My God, I ask You why.
Why give a fool such freedom when You know
The waFreedom and Sovereignty by *LaBruyere
ExileHe takes his drought-plagued pen and stabs his hand.
Despair! No stream of blood gushed from the clam.
What human are you if you can’t write a damn?
In distance, the oasis fades to the land.
The sandy flesh, smooth, faultless, falls and stays.
No motion, puddles of blood, hate all dried.
Nothing. Voracious winds cry, All he tries,
Plastic palms still uninflated, stuck in bays,
The earthen oceans of misery. “I can’t
Transcend or escape the salty locusts.

They gnaw at guilt. What’s wrong? Why can’t you fly?
Fields of wheat are abundant. Yet you rant.
Silence. You choke in iced drops. You’re mind’s busExile by ~reflectionsinwater
FSC V: In Depths of Sorrow and of WoeIn depths of sorrow and of woe I wept
When I had heard the height from which you fell.
Tumultuous my slumber (if I slept),
My anguish not a word could ever tell.
To think that you, who tasted so much grace
And laid for us the promise to endure,
I could do naught but bow my face
To mourn for you, no longer pure.
But no indignance could I towards you hold,
I cannot bring myself to cast the stone.
Instead I see the lie, its talons cold,
Ensnaring you when you were all alone.
O! You who all your faith was plundered,
Return to Him who never slept nor slumbered
And comforts the encumbered,
To give you life beyond your heart and mind.
For both theseFSC V: In Depths of Sorrow and of Woe by *Parsat
Caudate
Curtal
The Hermit's CackleI will not proudly wave my country's flag
Nor bow in vassalage unto my lord.
I will not conjure up a single charm
For petty conflicts when republics brag.
I will not draw my sharpened skillful sword
To bring a foreign stranger any harm.

You see, when long ago I made my name,
Your foppish father feared my martial craft.
Though all I gained had all been stripped away,
Somehow, in banishment I found no shame.
In fact, I could have laughed.The Hermit's Cackle by *Parsat
Cat FightOne cat upon the garden wall did hiss
And gently arch her back to mark her ire.
She spat and stared most woefully at that,
The cat who dared to challenge her like this.
The other arched her back with equal fire;
They gave each other warning, cat to cat.
There was no reason either one should spit
And carry on with fury—raise a din.
But cats care not for fairness, not at all;
And garden walls convenient for a fit.
Alas, not one shall win. Cat Fight by *LaBruyere
FSC VIII: Dumpling NightWhen years as serpentine as this slide by,
I do not think I will recall the rush
Of running room to room with knife in hand.
Because of God, I feared not things awry;
Because of friends, I felt no crippling crush
That things might not have worked as I had planned.

Our dumplings were flavored not by salt
Or sauce, but with our sweetest fellowship
And dashes of provision and of grace.
The One whose hands had borne my every fault,
He did not let mine slip.FSC VIII: Dumpling Night by *Parsat
Posada (Day 8: Curtal Sonnet)Thither, onwards to the mountain trail
Yonder lies out current destination
Pechance we'll reach it 'fore the night
Come now, keep striving; don't look pale
Soon we'll drink, and each get our ration
Behold; I can see a shimmering light

Cheer up men, we're drawing close
Wary now, be cautious when you tread
Let's go through the swamps; follow me!
Of course it approaches, don't be morose
It's just up aheadPosada (Day 8: Curtal Sonnet) by ~dikarya
Curtal
Echo
I contemplate as I watch from afar by ~Dead-Existance
Memento Mori in a RefrainNo matter what delusions you intend—
What clever turns of phrase, what tongue-in-cheek,
What forms you've rendered lithe and sleek—
I'll always come to usher in the end.
Now call upon your muse, on her attend,
And try to reach and grasp her phantom hands.
Despite your invocations and demands,
I'll always come to usher in the end.
But do not think in death you might transcend
The order you conceived and brought to term.
Just as the germ attacks the flesh infirm,
I'll always come to usher in the end.
No matter what delusions you intend,
I'll always come to usher in the end.Memento Mori in a Refrain by *Parsat
FSC VI: Vitamin CThe wondrous world of chemistry
Is one that permeates our flesh.
Electrons warp and dance and mesh
To molecules of vitamin C.
The air, our constant enemy,
Bombards us with free radicals;
To this we turn to chemicals
As molecules of vitamin C
To fight the war we cannot see.
Attrition can be hard, this loss
We suffer in the face of ROS.
Through molecules of vitamins, see
The wondrous world of chemistry
Through molecules of vitamin C.FSC VI: Vitamin C by *Parsat
Verditer (Day 6: Echo Sonnet)A minute bird is ruffled by the wind
Perched upon the hazardous barbed wire
Despite the gale it doesn't seem to tire
All is fine and nothing's on its mind

Gazing down, who knows what it will find?
An enticing fly, unwittingly nearby?
Engaging lethal descension from the sky
All is fine and nothing's on its mind

Hither there is no one of its kind
Carefree it observes as time elapse
Should it venture home today, perhaps?
All is fine and nothing's on its mind

A minute bird is ruffled by the wind
All is fine and nothing's on its mindVerditer (Day 6: Echo Sonnet) by ~dikarya
Echo
Heroic
Sonnet XLIVOp. 24, no. 2
Prodigal Daughter

But ah! thought kills me that I am not thought
To be your dearest brother anymore.
And though my own heart may now be distraught
That all of my affections you ignore,
I cannot comprehend the hurt you dealt
To Father. When he held you in his hand,
The greatest love and tenderness he felt.
He grew you fairest in all of the land.
And I, a brother, felt such joy and pride
To laugh and play and talk with you. I prayed
For us to stay forever side by side.
I call your name, but far away you've strayed.
"Come back!" I cry, but echoes fill my ears
And make my heart quail, for I am afraid.
Then Father came. I let fall aSonnet XLIV by *Parsat
Litbit No. 39- 'Requiem 2'They’re hovering above the streets. Our men
The mercenaries, vacuum shut and embalmed,
They’re sleeping under credit cards they dreamt
And the formaldehyde flows like breeze on palms.

Of course, that’s just a fantasy. Just like
How your dad will not love you. You see,
They were poor, it was just a job. (Hope Nike
Blesses them when they say farewell to family.)

Then came a girl, a tree hugger rooted in peace.
She spat at one such casket. The crowd mauled her,
Scythed with sabres, plastic guns, she looked down at
Her father dead, since he fled for battle.
Protect her? The creditors came, they plundered,

They patted her on tLitbit No. 39- 'Requiem 2' by ~reflectionsinwater
Zymolysis (Day 9: Heroic Sonnet)I never took you down to my basement
Did you ever start to wonder wherefore?
So convenient, it is quite the placement
You weren't welcome to see it before

Please understand; it may be illicit
It depends on the usage, so be chary
The quality's high, that is explicit
Just take a sip; it is made of gari

I've done this for a while, I'm quite the pro
Molasses, blue agave, or sugar
It will break down, and spirits shall soon grow
It's more high brow than rolling a cigar

But I know the art, you just rest assured
My goods are the best, and prized sensibly
"Empty wallet"-syndrome will soon be cured
Indeed it is so, not just ostensibly

A very speciaZymolysis (Day 9: Heroic Sonnet) by ~dikarya
Cedar LaneMy friend, I left you down on Cedar Lane
With packages all tied up on your back.
You knew the truth and still would not complain
You gave me then no rest, yourself no slack.
The morning held more promise with each mile,
And I, your sole companion, seemed to last.
Your gaze on the horizon, hinted smile
Stayed in place though roads changed all too fast.
The whispers on the breeze suggested spring,
Though winter seemed to cling about my eyes,
And though my load was lighter, you would sing
Of sweetness in the glowing summer skies.
Near autumn all my strength went into walking,
And soon I dropped my load and sat me down.
Your smiling through the wCedar Lane by *LaBruyere
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The Mortician by ~reflectionsinwater
Taming Beasts is for the FallenFair maiden, yours are eyes which hold a look
Forgotten by the charred and battered beast
Which held your heart before and then forsook
The life he once had known--abruptly ceased.
Yours were eyes and skin and hair of love
Softening his heart of stone, increased
Your gentleness until it was enough
To drive him into life and love and light.
But what has hell to do with God above?
No pleading voice could say his love was right
For you, for him, despite your promised hand.
No—his honor held him from your sight.
The beast no more can enter promised lands
Than beauty may a heart of stone command.Taming Beasts is for the Fallen by *LaBruyere
FSC III: Where Life Met DeathIn cells both dank and dark I made my stay
Among the lepers of this day and age.
They told us not to touch them, lest we lay
Bedridden as they did from deadly phage.
But in those dim lit eyes I saw the depths
Of loveless pain that grew from former rage.
Living life was labor, like his breaths
Which barely seemed to hold his soul in place.
He could have died a myriad of deaths
Before I finished sharing of God's grace
And touched his head, for something seized my hand
To court my death. Instead his tearful face
And life eternal God had fully planned,
That selfless love he'd finally understand.FSC III: Where Life Met Death by *Parsat
Bdellium (Day 3: Terza Rima Sonnet)From the afar Arab realm
Comes an aromatic gum
Somewhat prone to overwhelm

Noses that are not yet numb
Brought here for but one intent
To make you a tad less glum

To you now, I here present
A concoction of my very own
I am sure you'll be content

No more will you be alone
When you bring this offering
Come now, let us not postpone

Here; your mistress' sweet perfume
Soon your love will thrive and bloomBdellium (Day 3: Terza Rima Sonnet) by ~dikarya
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An Ode to SonnetsWhy, rose of poets, must ye always rhyme?
Why, unlike boats upon the sea that rock
And sway in winds that scheme and gales that knock
Upon the sails, steadfast ye hold your time
And meter?  Must ye keep for every line
That dec-syllabic form that change doth mock?
Is stress and brev in quarter score the lock
On variation?  Can you not but mime?
O joy in constant homogeneity,
Where certain chaos, roaming mad and wild
Is absent!  Lacking all disparity,
Your grace dwells in your utmost clarity,
In fluent rhyme and meter well compiled.
If only all works had such purity!An Ode to Sonnets by ~lsergius10
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How to: Shakespearean SonnetsWelcome to "A Crash-Course in Shakespearean Sonnets!" Here you'll learn the basic techniques and the bare-minimums needed to create sonnets just like Shakespeare! You'll learn the rules he followed, as well as the rules he didn't follow (so you don't need to either!)

Let's get started:

                                              THE THREE RULES

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Looking back at the activities for the past several months, it looks like we've been through some pretty intense stuff. February brought us February Sonnet Challenge, with 14 straight days of sonnetry. March brought us our first collaborative sonnet, and April brought for many of us #NaPoWriMo, perhaps the second hardest poetry challenge here on DA behind #ProjectDFC. Looking back, our challenges thus far have been focused on the form of the sonnet. You all have done a great job learning the rules and bending them to your own creative needs, so I figure this month we could do something less strenuous and more flexible. For this reason, the month of May will be a series of prompts you can do at your own leisure!

This May, our major theme will be Ekphrastic Poetry!

What is ekphrastic poetry? Simply put, ekphrasis is basically using one medium of art to convey the feelings and meanings and techniques of another medium of art. Think of Keats' Ode to a Grecian Urn, for example, where Keats uses poetic technique to represent the Grecian urn. It's not simply describing the urn; it's taking that a step further and "translating" not only the medium of pottery but the range of emotions it's able to invoke.

Instructions: This challenge will also allow you to explore the wide world that is DeviantART! Click on the DeviantART logo in the upper right corner to go to the main browsing page. On a column to the left, you'll see a list of the art categories that DA has. Look around the different subcategories until you find a deviation you would like to write an ekphrastic sonnet on.

On your sonnet submission, remember not only to mention the group/link this journal, but also link the original piece that inspired your sonnet as well as what artistic media/DA category it was in. Your challenge is to write 10 ekphrastic sonnets on 10 different deviations in 10 different DA categories! What will be your inspiration? Vector art? A plushie doll? A beautiful journal skin? The possibilities are endless!

If you have any comments, questions, or concerns, feel free to drop a line. The May Prompt on Ekphrasis will commence on May 1st and end May 31st. Considering that you have 31 days to write 10 sonnets; that's not too bad!

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*williamfdevault Apr 23, 2013  Professional Writer
Thank you for the request to feature my crown of sonnets!
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*Parsat Apr 23, 2013  Student Writer
Thanks for the crown! I'm not done reading it...taking my time to digest it. :)
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*williamfdevault Apr 23, 2013  Professional Writer
Thank you for taking the time. :blackrose:
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Mood: Love ~writerbeliever Apr 19, 2013  New member
Thanks for accepting my sonnet! :)
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*RiseandBe Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for requesting my piece "Willow Weep" for your gallery. =D
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~tushantin Dec 27, 2012  Professional General Artist
I just have a query;

While submitting my poetry "Los Invictus", I accidentally submitted it to "Shakespearean", but I think the form of the content is actually "Petrarchan" (at least that was what I intended to follow). Could you please take a look at the form and let me know?
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*Parsat Dec 29, 2012  Student Writer
Thanks for that; I've moved it to Petrarchan.
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~Invoking Oct 17, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You guys are all sonnets. Beautiful. I am hosting a competition at :iconopen-mic-poetry: that involves the contestants writing a sonnet to earn points. I address the following to the founder of this fine group: If you would so kindly feature my competion on your groups blog, It would be greatly appreciated. My contest offers a chance for deviants to gain exposure to the masses and to accumulate points in the process.

I hope you decide to help further my endeavor. All the information regarding the contest can be found by following the link to my group that I have provided above. Thank you in advance.
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~sirweston Sep 7, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Is our indriso crown ever going to be shown?
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*Parsat Sep 7, 2012  Student Writer
Let me contact :icondeinktvis: about it. He's in charge of it.
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