3-4-2024, "... a Shakespearean sonnet about an obsidian girl."
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A Feud to Carry Vol. 2, 2.7.24
“Saint Peter's Post”
I rise before the waking morning sun
With blearied eyes and work yet to be done
No sound, save silence breaks this silvered night
A sleeping world before first golden light
Await the day at gates to judge entry
Less pearl on paint to pass as these gentry
To work! To work! On towers we build high
How burdensome with soaking boots and lye
No warmth of love from sun that’s overcast
How long in this am I supposed to last?
When nature keeps is budding bloom asleep
No frost, but chill is all winter may keep
I am the eyes that guide them on their way
Beyond the gates, where profits surely lay
@env0writes C.Buck
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"My Dog Doesn't Know It's My Birthday (You're the Cream in my Coffee)" - a Shakespearean sonnet written 4/25/2024
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Question for the puzzler and the numbertaker
When did you guys started to have feeling for each other?
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Another foxiyo sonnet! This is for the prompt Redemption, which is @foxiyoweek day 3. Enjoy.
A pen in my hand becomes a knife,
So I shall not write you loving poems.
A brush in my hand can’t imitate life,
So I will not paint to catch your beauty.
A song in my mouth becomes only hurts,
So I dare not sing to you of true love.
A blessing in my speech becomes a curse,
So I must not name you sent from above.
But who can argue that our love is pure?
Who dares lecture us that we do not know
How we look at each other and are sure
Our two hearts make the sweetest music grow?
There are no sweet nothings inside my heart,
Regardless – nothing lacking on my part!
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shall i compare thee to a tumblr bit?
thou art more silly and more brilliant:
no notes doth shake the post, but you commit
and live and die within the love of it.
sometime too sad remembrance is,
and often is this lovely joke forgot;
and all that's silly from that post of his
must one day return home to the rot.
but thy eternal humor shall not fade;
nor shall the memories of what we did
and death cannot bring you into its shade;
so long as in the post we know you live.
so long as men can scroll or eyes can see,
so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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The Devil, a malicious cunt, mummering in my ear attempting to get me to do sins: "Thou is a crooked knave, one bound by foolish desire, the solution is an early grave, to be particoat in hell's fire. But do not worry my child, to balk thine candle is an easy task, you may do it in home or in wild, soon you will bear a funeral mask. A deserving fate for a wench, a spawn of horrible regret, rigor mortis will make thy fist clench, And thou will be free of earthly debt. Cowardly poison are thee, leave this mortal coil and be free."
Me: "Hmm maybe this guy has a point..."
My guardian angel, Candace, shouting from the couch: "Nah fuck that then who's going to fuck all those hot people. Also besides the devil like has no fashion look at his Prada it's completely fake."
The devil starts crying, because she's right his Prada is fake they don't have clothing stores in hell. He worked so hard at sewing it and everyone can still tell he's a faker.
Me: "Hmmm maybe this guy doesn't have a point..."
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Another sonnet I wrote ❤️
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The Sun
He shines like the sun for he brings freedom
Joyful as he may be he has lost too
Once friends he will protect your kind kingdom
Loves dreams will encourage you too pursue
A glutton but will share with the whole world
To liberate with the beat of the drums
Silly as can be, laughing is a whirl
Being gum, pirate king when the time comes
Three brothers drink sake, one lost other gone
The top hat shot down by a cruel monster
The ace of cards sacrificed like a pawn
On island guarded by a sea-monster
To be forever young, flying in the clouds
Draws people in with the light he enshrouds
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day 1 of posting my bad poetry and expecting someone to see it
To a Friend
My mind is broken
i have been lost
So go, take your token
And run that far off
Don't think that i'll care
When you just run away
Don't think that i'd dare
Have something to say
i may be crazy,
But i am not stupid.
i know that you love me
Even if i lose it
So i'll trust you now like i trusted you then.
When it's then or it's now, you're still my best friend.
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I want to bite into the hot sweet sun.
Will it burn me up? Will it set me free?
Want to soar but my odds are slim to none.
Want to complain but I’m so so lucky.
I want someone to look at me and scream:
"She is the chosen one! She holds the future!"
Then again, I get tired just being me.
Want so much I’ll burst, I’ll need a suture.
Look at me! Do you see me? I am here!
You pointedly look away as I dance.
Should I dye my hair? Should I pour you beer?
Looking how you want is my only chance.
We know that I can strike change in this world
But the truth doesn’t matter when I'm a girl
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See you, feel you
Rewarding boundless curiosity,
The world bestows its marvels all around,
And, so, the wonders eyes shall never see;
Too sensory elusive to be found.
When you are near, I need no sense of five,
And surely no nerve end to touch and f e e l
You — beautifully, ethereally, alive;
Your presence beams — illusory, but real.
Preceded by the sum of all your love,
You venture forth and crawl beneath my skin,
Deranging left and right; below, above,
And lastly where I end, and you begin…
I s e e — your love; have nothing more to gain,
Except, perhaps, to kiss you in the rain.
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27-2-2024, M.A. Tempels ©
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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.1.24
“A Sword-Of..."
By any rights there is a tip
In which to puncture, pierce, or point
To take direction, or which to lead
Articulated as one would a joint
From that tip, so sharp as to let blood drip
Befalls a blade as sharp and shattered as battle let
It serves its purpose in its own service bled
To execute all direction, duty-pointed who have met
From tip to blade to hefted-hafted handle
Across from whom would so carefully guard
Where upon I place my hand
To carry this is not awfully hard
With swift movement to darken nightlight’s candle
This is not a heavy thing, yet burdensome to bear
Pommeled steel hold all so tight; yet little goes as planned
By my side with ease to wear
From heft to hit a sword is held
As civil shield or callous cutpurse; with it the world – be felled
@env0writes C.Buck
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"My Dear Dumb Fame" - a Shakespearean sonnet written 8/14/2023
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My contribution to @foxiyoweek 2023 Day One: Enemy Lines
You stand up strong in midst of devil’s force,
On battlements o’er fierce Ares’ fields,
Your gold eyes watch your soldiers’ vicious course
Leaving no choice for others but to yield:
In your two hands burn hell’s own hottest fires
Which burn your own skin as much as your foe,
Make mine reflect wonder as do sapphires
Reflect a pyre-light: the debt we all owe
Is painted on my skin which worships yours
As a flowers worships he who waters,
As our people worship the ocean shores,
And paint foxes across heaven’s quarters.
Wherever you strike ‘hind enemy’s lines
With you goes my heart - for you it pines.
This is the first of a handful of 14 line Shakespearean style sonnets, which differ from Petrarchan sonnets in the rhyme scheme and somewhat in the content structure. Each line is in iambic pentameter, which means five pairs of syllables, with the last two a rhyming couplet. I would love to talk about it.
Please spare a moment of pity for how hard it is to rhyme in this pattern.
Thank you for reading and please check out everyone else's #foxiyoweek2023 contributions!
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Traitor
I'm dismantling lessons from the life I led
it was hard for me even then as a small child
to allow happiness to seep into my head
I am trying to learn I am allowed to smile
I am backwards, I'm using the pain as a crutch
I'm trying to heal on a round escalator
I should be allowed to feel happiness now but
my brain twists the lines to make me the betrayer
I always thought healing would be like pulling teeth
I'm a traitor for getting to smile when you laugh
I told myself when it was over I'd feel free
but now finally getting to smile seems a trap
betrayal just to clean the dirt and fix the mange
but I'm allowed to heal and I'm allowed to change
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