VilleSonnet

[Angeline]

Roosevelt Drive-In

In the days of Daddy's red Valiant then.
In the very back under darkening
sky, hiss crackle began. We heard them sing
Fresh Popcorn! Cold Ice Cream! Remember when
the stars switched on, the playground off, the swing
quieted? We were hushed, the film began
in the days of Daddy's red Valiant then,
in the days I recall at nine or ten
candles on my birthday cake, hope and prayer
on sale there at the gray concession stand.
In the days of Daddy's red Valiant then,
fresh popcorn, cold ice cream, Remember when
we weren't ghosts? The pillows underhead?
When Jimmy Stewart said Sleep now, children?
In the days of Daddy's red Valiant then.
Fresh popcorn, ice cream bars, Remember when?

 

[The_Fool]

Ange, you are such a nerd.....but I still love ya....

I knew you wouldn't be able to resist.....

 

[Angeline]

Ange, you are such a nerd.....but I still love ya....

I knew you wouldn't be able to resist.....

Oh I love you too as you know

and you know




you know




now you have to write one fooly.




and you will too. i know you.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

bows humble (~_~)

 

[Angeline]

bows humble (~_~)

http://www.ces.ncsu.edu/plymouth/graphics/ent/grasshopper1.JPG

 

[champagne1982]

Sexy Man (vile sonnet, modified)

Sexy man, are you gettin' bare for me?
I see your strong, long fingers
at your buttons, my gaze lingers.
Unfasten them. Don't wait until I beg to see.
Shrug off your shirt and let it slide
down your arms in a tantalizing glide.
Sexy man, are you gettin' bare for me?
Unzip your jeans and be set free
of your faded denim cage.
I want you nude and glorious in your rage.
Unfasten them. Don't wait until I beg to see.
You should be nude. Don't you agree?
Pile your clothes in a heap there on the floor
until you're in just your skin and nothin' more.
Sexy man, are you gettin' bare for me?
Unfasten them. Don't wait until I beg to see.

edited to add some missing punctuation since I had a lot to say about it on the 'oldies' thread...

 

[Angeline]

Sexy Man (vile sonnet, modified)

Sexy man, are you gettin' bare for me?
I see your strong, long fingers
at your buttons, my gaze lingers.
Unfasten them. Don't wait until I beg to see.
Shrug off your shirt and let it slide
down your arms in a tantalizing glide
Sexy man, are you gettin' bare for me?
Unzip your jeans and be set free
of your faded denim cage
I want you nude and glorious in your rage
Unfasten them. Don't wait until I beg to see.
You should be nude. Don't you agree?
Pile your clothes in a heap there on the floor
until you're in just your skin and nothin' more.
Sexy man, are you gettin' bare for me?
Unfasten them. Don't wait until I beg to see.

You are so cool!

I knew you'd try it.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Roosevelt Drive-In

In the days of Daddy's red Valiant then.
In the very back under darkening
sky, hiss crackle began. We heard them sing
Fresh Popcorn! Cold Ice Cream! Remember when
the stars switched on, the playground off, the swing
quieted? We were hushed, the film began
in the days of Daddy's red Valiant then,
in the days I recall at nine or ten
candles on my birthday cake, hope and prayer
on sale there at the gray concession stand.
In the days of Daddy's red Valiant then,
fresh popcorn, cold ice cream, Remember when
we weren't ghosts? The pillows underhead?
When Jimmy Stewart said Sleep now, children?
In the days of Daddy's red Valiant then.
Fresh popcorn, ice cream bars, Remember when?

Grasshopper's song

I sat and listened to the grasshopper
not far from me I heard her chirping song
it filled me with peace as if I belonged
her tranquil melody rang a heart throbber
a light breeze blew across the meadow
but didn't drown out her poetic song
I sat and listened to the grasshopper
the sun rose higher as it got hotter
as water rippled in a still ponds pool
hearing the vibrant ringing out sound
her tranquil melody rang a heart throbber
keeping me pinned to focus on reality
I meditated on her words and smiled
sitting in non-silence for just awhile
I sat and listened to the grasshopper
her tranquil melody rang a heart throbber

like that??? (~_~) ~chirp chirp~

 

[Angeline]

Grasshopper's song

I sat and listened to the grasshopper
not far from me I heard her chirping song
it filled me with peace as if I belonged
there was tranquility in her legged melody
a light breeze blew across the meadow
but didn't drown out her poetic song
I sat and listened to the grasshopper
the sun rose higher as it got hotter
as water rippled in a still ponds pool
hearing the vibrant ringing out sound
there was tranquility in her legged melody
keeping me pinned to focus on reality
I meditated on her words and smiled
sitting in non-silence for just awhile
I sat and listened to the grasshopper
there was tranquility in her legged melody

like that??? (~_~) ~chirp chirp~

Yes I do. It's lovely. Thank you.



PS You do belong. But you know that.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Yes I do. It's lovely. Thank you.



PS You do belong. But you know that.

<grinin> si' (~_*)
I was once told "you belong where you sit!"
I am sure a grasshopper looks at life that way <laughing>

I am going to submit this chirp chirp chirping villesonnet
but I enjoyed the challenge as much as the topic

thanks Ang ....<and The_Fool>

 

[champagne1982]

You are so cool!

I knew you'd try it.

<< me, sans O2. I think yours will fit superbly into the "simpler days" STC. I love it.

BTW I really sucked at picking your contest poem. I thought it was one of our enjambment kings' offering not the woik of a misplaced joisey goil, but nevermind all that.

I kinda like the vileness of the rhyme scheme on this one.

Where's the foolio's?

 

[BooMerengue]

Well, here went my offering...

 

[BooMerengue]

<< me, sans O2. I think yours will fit superbly into the "simpler days" STC. I love it.

BTW I really sucked at picking your contest poem. I thought it was one of our enjambment kings' offering not the woik of a misplaced joisey goil, but nevermind all that.

I kinda like the vileness of the rhyme scheme on this one.

Where's the foolio's?

Can someone explain to me what 'enjambment' is?

 

[champagne1982]

Can someone explain to me what 'enjambment' is?

Maybe. Lemme try.

Enjambment is when the line of poetry, that is like a sentence in prose, has a line break at a non-logical stopping place and continues into the next. Most older forms of poetry are written so that the last word in a line is the end of that verse, thus feeling more logical. Enjambment, changes the feel of the poem and can make it more fluid, if done well, or choppy if practiced without skill.

check out this page...Enjambment, from the Guide to Literary Terms by Jack Lynch

 

[BooMerengue]

Maybe. Lemme try.

Enjambment is when the line of poetry, that is like a sentence in prose, has a line break at a non-logical stopping place and continues into the next. Most older forms of poetry are written so that the last word in a line is the end of that verse, thus feeling more logical. Enjambment, changes the feel of the poem and can make it more fluid, if done well, or choppy if practiced without skill.

check out this page...Enjambment, from the Guide to Literary Terms by Jack Lynch

It won't open, Champ- says no such page...

 

[BooMerengue]

Well, here's my offering...

Morrighan speaks​

Oh, Guinivere, you bane of womanhood!
You sent your man to war with flag unfurled.
A cursed cross, one new to all the world.
Your black heart bathed the earth in pagan blood.
The Summer Country called to you in vain
reminding you of duties you betrayed.
Oh, Guinivere, you bane of womanhood!
Your husband slain, killed by his only son
Your lover shamed, and banished by his sin
You Papist whore, what did you think you'd gain?
Your black heart bathed the world in pagan blood.
Yet now in cloistered halls you say your prayers
In piety you hang your head and smile
Well know thee, woman, I pronounce thee vile!
Oh, Guinivere, you bane of womanhood!
Your black heart bathed the world in pagan blood.​

I changed two words. Do I have the rhyne scheme right? I had trouble figuring it out.

 

[champagne1982]

It won't open, Champ- says no such page...

any url link containing the combination da dot ru won't open since this is a known trojan and spammer link.. it turns out the link i'm sending you to contains the dreaded combination in a totally innocent manner.

type this one in..
http://andromeda. rutgers.edu/~jlynch/Terms/enjambment.html without the extra space between the ending of the da. to the beginning of the word rutgers, of course.

Sorry for the confusion,

 

[Angeline]

<< me, sans O2. I think yours will fit superbly into the "simpler days" STC. I love it.

BTW I really sucked at picking your contest poem. I thought it was one of our enjambment kings' offering not the woik of a misplaced joisey goil, but nevermind all that.

I kinda like the vileness of the rhyme scheme on this one.

Where's the foolio's?

I didn't get anyone's poem from the contest right. I loved Remec's poem Psyche and I was absolutely convinced Maria wrote it, lol. I thought yup, that's her style.

Fool is conspicuously absent, isn't he? Aren't you fooly.

 

[The_Fool]

I found the ville sonnet thread, but I can't find where I posted the rules. Have to keep looking cuz I forgot....

 

[bogusbrig]

I thought sonnets had fourteen lines in iambic pentameter?

 

[Angeline]

I thought sonnets had fourteen lines?

This is a variation we made up here--combined the villenelle and sonnet forms. Just for fun...

 

[bogusbrig]

This is a variation we made up here--combined the villenelle and sonnet forms. Just for fun...

Riiiiiiiiiiiight!

 

[CharleyH]

This may be naive, and I ask on behalf of all pseudo-blondes, but how the hell do you count in your head the iambic pentametre scansion of an Elizabethan sonnet, without using your fingers?

More seriously, for those of us who do not know. What makes a sonnet unique?

 

[Lauren Hynde]

What makes a sonnet unique?

Being different from all others. What makes a sonnet a sonnet, however, is having 14 lines and obeying the sonnet's narrative structure. Everything else - rhyme, metre, rhythm, etc - is accessory.

 

[Angeline]

This may be naive, and I ask on behalf of all pseudo-blondes, but how the hell do you count in your head the iambic pentametre scansion of an Elizabethan sonnet, without using your fingers?

More seriously, for those of us who do not know. What makes a sonnet unique?

First off, I count. On my fingers--well only when I write iambic or some other archaic meter. I can do the regular counting in my head purty good.

I know the Elizabethan (or English) Sonnet best. That is 14 lines of 3 quatrains and a rhyming couplet. The whole is written in iambic pentameter and using the following rhyme scheme:

A1
B1
A2
B2

C1
D1
C2
D2

E1
F1
E2
F2

G1
G2

That's it. The Petrachan (or Italian) sonnet was the original, of course, and that is slightly different.

And the sonnet has been modified about a zillion ways over the years--lots of famous writers have experimented with the form.