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Though I can hold my branch the whole year long,
I sometimes lose my grip upon the tree;
A cheeky cockatoo with beak so strong,
Or racing winds that hurry to be free.
My falling journey brings both fear and joy,
While looking up, I see my brothers bound;
What cruel winds and hungry birds destroy,
Will join our fallen kindred on the ground.
The monster sups upon our brittle bark,
And swallows all my world in blinding gold;
Yet waiting in this fierce, devouring spark,
A greater, green rebirth will soon unfold.
Though I am turned to dust upon the floor,
My ash will feed the native bush once more.
Poet's Note:100% Human-Written.This poem is a strict Shakespearean sonnet, written entirely by hand in perfect iambic pentameter with an exact ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme. Please be aware that AI detection tools frequently flag this piece as "100% AI" because they rely on finding rhythmic irregularity and metrical variance. The strict meter is a deliberate, human-crafted artistic constraint.
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Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(November 9, 2014) (Shakespearean Sonnet in a Rhyme poetic format)
*****Written for the “It’s All About Me Contest,” December 4, 2014*****
Upon the steamy broth of words we feed,
A spoon of sonnet’s spice, a pinch of rhyme.
Each simmered thought, a poet’s secret seed,
Stirred gently through patient hands of time.
The flavors mix—metaphor, verse, and sound—
In bubbling cauldrons, meaning softly sways.
Within the bowl, lost syllables are found,
And every line a seasoning conveys.
How savory the blend of joy and pain,
When seasoned hearts compose the lyric stew.
From humble roots, a feast of art we gain,
Where every taste and tone is rendered true.
So gather 'round this meal of crafty strains,
Poetry soup forever feeds our brains.
In Silk and Dreams, breakfast at Tiffany’s
nights of lavender lace, mornings with dew
a highlighted garden of mysteries
waterfall wishes, windblown thoughts of you
In a playground of desire, succeeded
candle flickering a flame, whispers true
a familiar song- Just What I Needed
waterfall wishes, windblown thoughts of you
In a Shakespearean Sonnet, refrain
nights of lavender lace, mornings with dew
echos in flight, blossoms against the rain
waterfall wishes, windblown thoughts of you
In blushing shades and twilight symphonies
In Silk and Dreams, breakfast at Tiffany’s
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* Just a little Scribble *
(Because Love is in the Air)
Songs ~
Deep Blue Something - Breakfast At Tiffany's
The Cars - Just What I Needed (1978)
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Written on 18th April 2004, a Maundy Thursday, one of the three
sacred holy days forming the Christian spiritual calendar: Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, and Easter Mark. A contemplative piece set in Shakespearean sonnet style depicts profound human transition from spiritual exhaustion to divine surrender. It talks of stripping away the external ego to find internal sacred peace.
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When hope feels thin, and your horizon far,
When righteousness your own for little counts,
Broken and bruised and battered when you are,
When your wasted shadow forever haunts;
When rites and rituals robbed are of magic,
And piety nor pilgrimage might please,
Belaboured worship loses all its logic,
Divine grace seems to gasp for fresher lease;
When you are keen to off-load your old self,
To fill life’s vacuum with His holy presence,
Too keen to leave behind all power and pelf,
The heart whilst craves a deep unending silence;
Ready thence you’re to embrace divine bliss,
To fill your life with fullness that is His.
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Sonnet | 13.04.2004 |
Hats are such a marvel,
when the weather is so garbled,
A multitude of quick coverlets to warm the brain
protect the head from snow, wind and rain.
A dapper, flamboyant chapeau
to quickly dawn where ever you might go,
A fedora brandished by some handsome man
that would display his appealing stand.
A stetson for the guy from Texas
who stands tall before the rest of us.
A tam, a topper
a Panama show stopper.
Some pretty little girl in a bonnet
that inspires a Shakespearean sonnet.
Better yet, a woman's choice of millinery
to walk a fashion show off fritillary.
To church or same gandiose Easter parade
that gleams and stands above the seasonal charade.
Hats are such a blessing
when the cold requires warm protective dressing.
The prediction is for gusty winds and cold,
hats need only be warm not necessarily bold.
Take your pick
but make it quick
your nose, your face, your head
need covering, that goes unsaid.
as temperatures drop
Can you recall the hush of Christmas past?
Think back to when you were a little child,
excited Santa Claus would come at last,
too young to even know you’d been beguiled.
In shadows of your quiet room you lay.
Then maybe to your window you’d tiptoe,
look out and search the sky for Santa’s sleigh.
But all you’d see were swirling flakes of snow,
And in that night, while all your siblings slept,
you tried to stay awake. Do you recall
the only thing you heard as Sandman crept
upon you was the clock upon the wall?
The hush of Christmas past is never gone.
As long as there are children, it lives on.
For Carolyn Devonshire's 'Shakespearean Sonnet (with prizes)' Poetry Contest
Size 7.5 and fave color light blue any kind of gem (all colors fine!)
Halloween Sonnet
It's Halloween, that spooky time of year,
when scary monsters prowl the streets at night,
those freaky ghouls make me shiver with fear,
in costumes that give me a dreadful fright!
Pumpkin lanterns cast a dire, eerie glow
as eager children arrive at my door;
Candy offerings on them, I bestow,
while their excited eyes say, 'Give me more!'
Sometimes older ones take it much too far,
playing mean tricks when they don't get a treat.
I'll find eggs splattered on my house and car,
and hear bad language I dare not repeat!
Children celebrate on this festive day
and dress as specters who've come out to play!
checked with how many syllables
Shakespearean Sonnet (with Prizes) Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
Ring size 7 I think
favorite color for gems Green or Purple
10/14/18
In the melancholic depths of my heart, I harbor a secret,
A syllabic enchantment, sweet as a Shakespearean sonnet;
A secret so delicate, if revealed, it would melt you,
Its sweetness would seep into you, its pulsating passions
Would make you dream and leave you yearning, with lips bitten by desire.
Within my heart, I conceal a secret of grandeur,
As grand as the reason the Taj Mahal stands;
Yes, if you dared to embrace it, you'd be enveloped by its essence,
You'd yearn to dwell within it, to have for yourself,
A unique monument, a testament to eternal love.
In the shadow of my heart, rests a profound secret,
As deep as the night itself, illuminated only
By the brilliance of a single sparkling moon;
A moon that radiates because it has closed its eyes,
Unable to retain its blush as I unveil
My hidden secret through endless, flowing poetic verses.
In the corners of my heart, lies a moving secret,
Like an epic love song, resonating through the ages;
A love song so powerful and rhythmic, when played,
It would draw tears from your soul,
Unveiling long-lost emotions, making you feel alive,
Humble, kind, and filled with compassion.
In the sanctuary of my heart, I guard a mystical secret,
One so ethereal its meaning is found in the divine,
One so fated its purpose is etched by the gods,
One so wondrous, destined to be written someday,
In a tome titled "The Story of My Life."
This heart of mine, a tapestry of shadows and light,
Holds the secret of a thousand stars,
A celestial narrative whispered through the cosmos,
A mystical flame, dancing eternally across the ages,
An epic carved into the sigh of the universe,
Awaiting its revelation in the sacred script of time,
A secret that transcends the mortal coil, an eternal truth,
Wrapped in the delicate fabric of immortal love.
SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET
PRINCIPLES OF LIFE
Mental strength holds life, never goes useless.
One truth is more powerful than ten lies.
Failure is always pillar of success.
One religion: Humanity flies.
Don’t get frightened, neither gloomy nor grave.
Right is the path, so long you are honest.
Entrance of victory opens for the brave.
Your will power is prompt to serve you best.
Take care of yourself, lend hands to needy.
Work with devotion nothing to bother.
Labor will be honored, don’t be greedy.
We are for ourselves, each is for other.
Soul will guide you and heart is the preacher.
Mind should be clean and brain is your teacher.
07/20/18
'Your Finest Sonnet' Contest by Mark Massey