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For She, This Victory Was Gained- Sonnet number 2

For She, This Victory Was Gained-  Sonnet number 2

You that loved her for her long, yellow hair,  
I for her grace, charm and brilliant mind.
You left her sick and without a damn care,
while I nursed her to health staying behind.

Nights that you had her wrapped in your lies,
You fooled her with your snakelike charm.
I sat alone trying to break your evil ties,
desperately fighting to defeat your harm.

That summer we battled for her sweet hand.
A contest between your evil and truth's might.
I defeated you utterly with a true moral stand,
And you the rascal fled away in the hot night.

Now we together found exactly what true love is.
Love is "we and ours", happily not,"her and his"!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-26-2015

Note: Very loosely based upon a past experience in the late 70's..

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Forested Serenity- Sonnet 1

Forested Serenity- Sonnet 1
Deep in the dark woods a campfire glows,
overhead moon and stars race in shows.
Owl hoots out its short mating call,
Nature's glory and its beauty thrills all.

Woodsman enjoying his solitary retreat,
fire burning, his dog resting at his feet.
Just approaching midnight- the quiet hour,
light rain tinkles down in a cool shower.

Far away a panther lets loose angry call,
just announced its great power is all.
Overhead the owl flies out to get a meal,
so silently deadly, so easily makes a kill.

Woodsman muses, "Ain't this the life."
Me this damn happy, even without a wife!

Robert J. Lindley
November 18, 1977

Note- An old sonnet from my stored
private writes.So very long ago but I 
can still remember the late night whiskey
drinking when writing this one! 
This sprang from my reading Emerson 
and Poe that night(from old footnote).
Strange that it was not a dark poem! 
Perhaps Emerson won out.

Now is this poem(SHOWN BELOW) better after I edited to meet proper sonnet syllable count?
I think it is not myself. Which is why I often ignore the ten syllable count in my

Forested Serenity- Sonnet 1-  (edited version to meet the ten syllable count)

Deep in the dark woods a campfire glowing,
overhead moon and stars race on showing.
Owl now hooting out its short mating call,
Nature's glory and its beauty thrills all.

Enjoying this solitary retreat,
fire burning,dog resting at his feet.
Just approaching midnight- the quiet hour,
light rain tinkles down in a cool shower.

Far away panther lets loose angry call,
just announcing its great power is all.
Overhead owl flies out to get a meal,
silent, deadly so easily makes a kill.

Woodsman muses, "Ain't this the greatest life."
Me this happy, even without a wife!

Poem Syllable Counter Results

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 
Total # Words:	96


Copyright © Robert Lindley

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   (Apropos The Children I Know)

Act your age my darling little child;
Take care not to go about in blinded haste.
Enjoy this lovely life for a while;
Time is elusive and you have none to waste.

Listen, candy does not always last very long;
Can be as hard as rock, yet melts as easy as ice:
Teases your tongue with sweetness and then its gone;
Leaving you wading the emptiness of something once nice.

Yes, when you are young, innocent and very sweet,
This old life can throw many enticing things you way:
Making you think that it’s all good and life is always neat;
But be aware my child, life has her debts we all are bound to pay. 

For just as the night must surly turn into another day;
You my child, like me, will eventually grow old and gray.

Copyright © millard lowe

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Texting Selfie Sonnet

            Texting Selfie Sonnet

Quiet girl in text heaven, knows what to do, it’s true
As long as dainty fingers dance along the keys
Loves advances will be locked, like a snap shot for you
Camera ready phone so picture perfect, in steady peace

Certain is the depth of her wanton desire
What, with somber quirky smile, furled eye lashes
Flashes and kept words alive, breathing across the wires
Every thought typed, lifts spirits high, in ready fashion

Those lovely labored hands will never grasp such matters
Only love long distance on the line will be so kind
A keyboard to replace the warmth of human chatter
I wait forever to make you mine

The hope of every person is to rise to picture self
One last selfie, texting and aging on a shelf

Copyright © Earl Schumacker

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Last Sonnet

Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.

Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.

Copyright © Suyash Saxena

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Super Sonic Sonnet

            Super Sonic Sonnet

Complete are my lover’s thoughts in dark brier                 
With airs of aristocracy’s sweet critique
Her mind takes flight, a supersonic liar   
Smiles warmth wears deceit like a prize unique

What grows outside your lovely courtyard facade?
Quadrangular, fortified thick gray walls 
Hubris, incongruous, flourishing macabre 
Infamous fragile beauty flaws, that’s all

Speeding to the grave, your love is there, dead 
Daughters take the splendor, learn mother’s ways
Build other fortresses, stronger, to life’s dread
Days go by, to ponder the doomed accolades 

Destinations for lovers and daughters pass
Become the past without wealth that never lasts

Copyright © Earl Schumacker

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Sonnet for Sister

O Grunge Princess, I know today your love
brims over, idle, for the rebel boy
like weed you keep, unsmoked, sitting among
your secrets in a box; the smells they cloy
and force you into longing. Come what may,
Space Mermaid, your boy is just a dream.
He's not your happiness, nor is the way
he makes you feel--this illusion may seem
absolute, but first loves often do.
I know I cannot sway you with my words;
just remember: moments fizzle out, but you
will yet remain, just like your box of herbs.
           When you learn to walk alone in power
            your enigmatic buds begin to flower

Copyright © Jessamyn Duckwall

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The Sonnet of Our World

In his dying words, Papa said of all Kofi Awoonor’s Poems taught in school
One which still lingers in the chambers of his heart is ‘the Sonnet of our world’
He stuttered, “Son-my son in today’s world everybody is screaming for attention
The intelligent, educated, eloquent, charismatic, all-all-all in fierce contention”

Papa said this is the Sonnet of an embrangled world
He said most will opt to be leaders than followers
They’ll cough out their egos and laud their names
They’ll strive for glory and they’ll never be ashamed

Papa sounded out “most will seek to be the next biggest thing in town
And that’s not important, but what matters is to serve and not to be served
Give yourself to your passion and have integrity in the things no one sees
Love more and laugh harder, and where I am going together we will be”

When I saw Papa pressed in his coffin like bread on a shelf
Unceasing tears rolled from my eyes

Copyright © Gideon Foli

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Dissing Disney: dismal karma sonnet

(a true story)

“Don’t make me go to Disneyland,” I cried
Fourteen years old with all the angst that brings
They made me go and something in me died
Depressed by all the fake and plastic things
The second time my parents made me go
Was in my twenties, Paris, lucky me
I sulked; I’m an aesthetic snob, you know
Too selfish to enjoy my children’s glee
The third time was the worst, the fuss I made
At thirty odd, made odder still by drink
I tried to run, got caught in a parade
The final Mickey piss take; now I think
I want to go to Dismaland! Bad luck
For can I get a ticket?  Can I f**k!

by Gail


Copyright © Gail Foster

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Unnamed Sonnet

Not just age and miles that takes it's toll 
But situations can cause what you see 
Some are from the age of sweet Rock-N-Roll 
Others happened while on a wild spree 
Folds and wrinkles, gouges and broken parts 
seems to all come with the territory 
Whether young or old they all once had spark 
Each one you see can tell a good story 
Some came quietly during a cold night 
There are others that seem to just appear 
The tough ones don't give up without a fight 
But sooner or later they all get here 

Unnamed Sonnet can be read two ways 
"Junk Yard Cars" or "As A Woman Does Age" 

Copyright © Paula Swanson