One Senior’s Sonnet
The feelings are frozen, fetid in time,
Decisions denied to the dwindling mind;
Possibilities piling like lengths of twine;
Acceptance of aging cannot be blind.
Duties demean while trying to hold on;
Where hides the help while faculties dim?
Will compassion kindle the fire now gone?
Can joints jump for joy in arthritic limbs?
The sun is sinking in a twilight red rest.
Peace being pursued is allowed conquest.
And tasks like talisman line up in rows
In order opting one by one were chose.
The frightening fear of morning’s trembly dawn,
With prayer and persistence is dead and gone.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016
A SONNET OF LIFE
(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 | Year Posted 2015
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 | Year Posted 2014
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.
St. Stephen’s College.
Copyright © Suyash Saxena | Year Posted 2013
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 | Year Posted 2014
I'm getting older, Father Time's my foe:
I cannot trust a fart, and pee at night -
have ceased to count how many times I go;
I'm to and fro the loo 'till morning's light.
I've gained a rounded tum and lost my hair,
my flesh has started sagging, going south,
the part that stood erect is hanging there,
and plastic dentures fill my grumpy mouth.
But now I'm old my gas is part of life;
no longer clenching tight to hold it in.
I will not bother searching for a wife -
too flattered if they thought we 'lived in sin'!
Though not one single oozing teenage spot;
I may be craggy but not polka dot...
* not autobiographical!!!!!
for Sara's contest
Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2016
(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!
Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2015
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 | Year Posted 2015
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 | Year Posted 2015
Big Rabbit Sonnet
Giant rabbits are not cute as you think when they
are in a group then they sneer at us and make funny
noises aping human speech, they live in the forest
across the road and frightens hunting dogs.
The small village where I live is almost empty people
have either died or moved to old folks home where
they live three people in each room and get beans and
lard to eat the home`s owner lives on imported caviar.
The huge rabbits wanted to take the village over crossed
the road and in the village square fought a battle with rats
that claimed the place belonged them by ancient rights.
A woman came out of one of a house kicked a rat lifted up
a rabbit and the rest went dewy-eyed, the cuddly had won
over the ugly, rabbits are edible rats not so much.
Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016
A different Sonnet
Sunlight from early morn and not
Far from here the Azores a cyclone
Lashes onto shores and makes the island
Taller and more meagre
Stealing top- soil near the coast and
The rocks tremble, will it not end.
I sit in the winter sun tanning old leather
And not a straw moves in the stillness
I drove down to my little Savannah stopped
And walked a bit and I tell no lie when I tell
You I saw a pride of lions in the tall grass
And a crocodile was eating a deer that had
Come to drink in the ditch.
Time matters here once the plain was a sea
Slow changes we can`t see because we do
Not live long enough, so let me enjoy this
Moment look idly at drifting clouds
Before my savannah turns into a sea again.
Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016
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 | Year Posted 2015
The Greater Good
Arise and shine
Oh ye children of
The youngest of parentage
Reject that name.
You are Not a Mistake.
The devil is no source
Of life and livelihood
God in His nature,
Makes no mistake
He is a perfect God
Of perfect works.
He gives and takes life
All to His plan and purpose,
…The Greater Good.
@APRIL 2012/ M.H.O.G Unveiled
Copyright © Aina Oluwafisayomi | Year Posted 2016
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 | Year Posted 2010