Solihull Sonnet

The Solihull sonnet form was invented by Barry Hopkins, a Silhillian*, writing on Allpoetry as Black Narcissus , and composed as a double sonnet. Which I have shown below.

The sonnet may be written in either iambic pentameter or tetrameter.
A volta is optional,
(Which makes for a easy story telling sonnet.)
but if it occurs shall occur at line 13.
Rhyme Scheme ababababababcc.
(Differs from the Indonesian Sonnet, only by the final couplet.)

Yes, It Has Got Summer’s Day In It, But It’s Not What You Think.

Alas it was a day of bland cliché
where every line was naught but platitude;
my inspiration – ‘ Fifty Shades of Grey ‘
was more like shaking hands with gratitude;
I searched for something bawdy and risqué,
lascivious with fifty shades of lewd,
yet I seemed more engrossed by peach soufflé,
had I become a straight-laced, priggish prude?
Where once my mind obsessed on lingerie
my only contemplation was of food;
downcast I strolled into a strange cafe
to ponder this decorous attitude.
The waitress had come-hither, deep blue eyes,
but I just stared at all the apple pies.

“ What bothers you, this wondrous summer’s day? “
She asked and said “ I’m sorry to intrude.”
I spoke to her of my complete dismay
as on my apple pie I slowly chewed.
The more we talked the more I begged her stay
and sensed a subtle changing to my mood,
it seems we talked the afternoon away
by evening I was such a horny dude.
A man has urges that he must obey
and those cannot be baked or barbecued,
all thought of food was now in disarray
would she be as delicious in the nude?
That night was one of whispering and sighs,
the sort a poet must immortalize.

 

* Solihull is one of the most prosperous towns in the English Midlands. In November 2013, the uSwitch Quality of Life Index named Solihull the “best place to live” in the United Kingdom.  Residents of Solihull and those born in the town are referred to as Silhillians.  The motto of Solihull is Urbs in Rure (Town in Country).
Pasted from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solihull

 

My example

My Vagabond Youth (Solilhull Sonnet)

I wandered everywhere when I was young,
at first on foot around the countryside,
then later I hitch-hiked or rode among
the hobos who preferred a freight to ride.
Throughout the western states my hat was hung
in restaurants where my chores for food were plied
and in resort campgrounds where songs were sung.
I slept on beaches cleaned up by the tide,
and shared the food that other folks had brung;
the tales I told them kept them satisfied.
I may have spoke at times with fork’ed tongue
embellished tales – I never outright lied.
I later ventured East, but came back West
to settle in the country I liked best.

© Lawrencealot – April 7, 2015

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Solihull Sonnet

 

Double Sonnet

The Double Sonnet can be one of three sonnet forms.
◊ The Double Sonnet is 1 poem made up of 2 sonnets. Given this description, the poem could employ a Sicilian Sonnet and a Shakespearean Sonnet or whatever variable combination of sonnets the poet chooses.
◊ The Double Sonnet is a poem in which the sonnet rhyme scheme is doubled. This description would mean that the poem is made up of 2 sonnets of the same variation and rhyme scheme, such as 2 Wordsworthsonnets or 2 Terza Rima sonnets.
◊ The Double Sonnet is a poem that doubles the sonnet octave and then doubles the sonnet sestet. This seems to be more like one sonnet doubled in size than 2 individual sonnets stuck together by proximity and theme. In this scenario there would be only one turn or pivot which I assume would occur near the end of the 2nd octave or during the 1st sestet.

Pasted from http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/index.php?showtopic=1058#double
My thanks to Judi Van Gorder for years of work on this fine PMO resource.

I ran a contest on Allpoetry.com to obtain samples of each type, and here
they are.

Double Sonnet – Type 1
The poet chose a Spenserian sonnet and a Malayan Wave Sonnet.

Paper Love
By Julia H. West, writing as Welshbard

Paper Love

My love is flat, and words its pages fill.
I bring it out while climbing into bed,
And open up its covers with a thrill,
To let its great adventures crowd my head.

For after my mundane concerns have fled
I turn a page, and open up the gate.
New cities, countries, worlds are mine instead
Of bosses, boring meetings, and debate.

And even in the daytime, ‘neath the weight
Of dreary office work and dull routine
I’m eager, for I know my love awaits
To carry me away to some new scene.

A day without my love I can’t endure;
Its tales of other lives have such allure.

When I must fly, to make my luggage light
I bring the love whose face glows in the night.
In my hotel it carries me away
With tales of danger, daring, and delight.

Once far from home, when meetings filled my day;
All done! I sought my love without delay.
But when I pressed the button on the side
What tragedy!  There was no bright display.

It wouldn’t charge, no matter what I tried
I must admit I very nearly cried.
I urgently dumped purse and bag and case,
And then a battered paperback I spied.

There are some things a tablet can’t replace.
I smiled, and held the book up to my face.

Picture Credit: https://seredipityminds.files.wordpress.com/2014/11/bogerd-escha-van-den-woman-reading-in-bed-png2.jpg

 

Double Sonnet – Type 2

The poet chose a double English Sonnet

Beyond the Pale
By L. Allen Bacon, writing as Allen a Dale

High drama breaks out midst the bourgeoisie
When fledgling children burst upon the scene
A father proud beholds his new trainee
The mother reigns as newly minted queen

Their world once elementary has changed
The two that started out as one are three
Now every circumstance must be arranged
To suit a child’s many varied needs

But love compels the bold intrepid crew
That mans the fledgling schooner stem to stern
Come wind and waves and storms that rage anew
They’ll never from their sacred trust adjourn

The child that trustingly lays in their arms
Must live with love far from the world’s alarms

In time however young ones will mature
And roles once fixed become a different thing
The hands that once protected aren’t as sure
For them it’s winter now not early spring

The youthful hold the hands of their own child
As we look on and wonder where life’s gone
For all the days when we were so beguiled
Have made their exit and the curtains drawn

Now when they look at us in sunset’s light
They can’t imagine life when we’re not here
But truth be told they each will do all right
For what they need to do is crystal clear

They’ll face into the wind and set the sail
And for their children go beyond the pale

Author’s Notes:

I try to include a list of vocabulary and phrases just because some things get lost without an explanation. I am also a bit of a nut about wanting to know the etymology of words and phrases. Google is a wonderful thing!

Vocabulary:
bourgeoisie [(boor-zhwah- zee)] (For the purposes of this poem) In general, the middle class. Applied to the Middle Ages, it refers to townspeople, who were neither nobles nor peasants.
Beyond the Pale: “The everyday use of the word ‘pale’ is as an adjective meaning whitish and light in colour (used to that effect by Procol Harum and in countless paint adverts). This ‘pale’ is the noun meaning ‘a stake or pointed piece of wood’, a meaning now virtually obsolete except as used in this phrase, but still in use in the associated words ‘paling’ (as in paling fence) and ‘impale’ (as in Dracula movies).

The paling fence is significant as the term ‘pale’ came to mean the area enclosed by such a fence and later just figuratively ‘the area that is enclosed and safe’. So to be ‘beyond the pale’ was to be outside the area accepted as ‘home’.” 

http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/beyond-the-pale.html

Double Sonnet – Type 3
This poet chose to double the octave and Sestet of a Petrachan Sonnet

Blueberry Riverside
by Penelope Allen writing as PenAllen

Blueberry Riverside

I always ride along the survey roads
that neatly notches backwood’s horizon.
I’ll follow trails where moccasins would run
on down to peaceful riverside abodes.
It’s there, the raucous magpie’s call explodes
and laughing children’s echoes blot the sun.
Where nations died, a crimson tribe’s undone.
The scattered arrowheads show episodes
of feast and famine before life erodes.
The signs are shattered skulls and bones that stun
until one turns away from less than none.
No fireside stories told in dancer codes
and drums have died to thunderstorm downloads.
My eyes are scratched by dusty devil’s fun
but blackened tracks of tears will dry to dun.
Before I go, I ponder woeful odes.
 
My horse is restless, time of day grows short.
A father’s way becomes the son’s pastime.
My daily crimes are plentiful it’s true.
I kill my share of game for lack of sport.
Today, my taste is dryly caked with grime.
A bitterroot has burst where lilies grew.
The river’s bank has broken, I abort
my plans to ride across to lowly climb.
As dusk descends, my horse is urged anew
to take me up the hill, our last resort.
The ridge is reached, the past has lost its prime.
Who judges me will also judge you too

Picture credit
 https://bcrailfortnelson.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/img_5614sm.jpg

 

 

Turkey’s Delight

Turkey’s delight

This is a sonnet form invented and named by Jose Rizal M. Reyes of the Philippines.

It is stanzaic, consisting of three quatrains and a couplet
It is written in iambic pentameter.
The rhyme scheme is: abba ccdd efef gg

My Example

Predication (Turkey’s Delight Sonnet)

The ice descends across our planet’s face,
and then retracts, as it has done before;
We know this from the facts we can explore.
This cycle dates beyond the human race.

Then man, while racing from his own despair,
created cults and science everywhere.
They both were formed to ease our mortal mind,
answering each unknowable we find.

The first I know, some people really hate,
despising high regard for fables, yet
they credit scientists who validate
some notions, and find others just all wet.

But, I ask, begrudgingly, with sorrow,
how do they miscall the rain tomorrow?

© Lawrencealot – April 2, 2015

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Turkeys Delight Sonnet

 

Teacher-Pupil Equation

This is a sonnet form invented and named by Jose Rizal M. Reyes of the Philippines.

It is stanzaic, consisting of three quatrains and a couplet
It is written in iambic pentameter.
The rhyme scheme is: aaaa aaaa bbbb bb

My example

Unnovation (Pupil-Teacher Equation)

I have to tell you studious girls and guys,
it helps to have a teacher who is wise,
a poet who is able to apprise
a novice what he ought not to surmise.

A knowing reader won’t then criticize
where other poets try to improvise.
But in contests, it might just be unwise
to dress your meter down with much disguise.

A hypermetric foot fulfills a role;
for fem’nine rhyme it’s something I extol
but if just breaking flow’s your only goal
re-think that tactic, poet, I cajole.

Don’t diddle with what some of us extol.
for meter serves a poem and gives it soul.

© Lawrencealot – April 1, 2015

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Pupil-Teacher Equation

Spenserian Forte

This is a sonnet form invented and named by Jose Rizal M. Reyes of the Philippines.
It is stanzaic, consisting of three quatrains and a couplet
It is written in iambic pentameter.
The rhyme scheme is: abab bcbc cdcd dd
which is different from the Spenserian Sonnet which is
abab bcbc cdcd ee

My Example

An Idea’s Time to Die (Spenserian Forte)

The mathematician told me it was true
That infinity packs a awesome punch.
An infinite number string, in his view
will somewhere hold another similar bunch
that’s infinite as well. Does that suit you?
Not me, it don’t; it’s counter to good sense.
They made the rules; not every rule is true.
It fit Big-bang; they’ve used it ever since.
That theory’s bogus; things are getting tense,
with singularities in disarray.
With math’s infinity we may dispense.
New rules, made by bright fools fail every day.
We don’t know everything, and that’s okay,
but vested interests oft get in the way.

© Lawrencealot – March 22, 2015

How fortuitous then, that I should today come across this article excerpted from John Brockman’s book “This Idea Must Die”.
Personally it validates my belief for which I have or need no proof.  Socially, it holds out hope that physicist and cosmologists may break away from the tyranny of mathematics.

http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/crux/2015/02/20/infinity-ruining-physics/#.VQ9C047F9qX
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Spenserian Forte

Sonnenzio

Kim Addonizio invented this form of the sonnet, calling it a sonnenizio. What you do is take a line—any line—from someone else’s sonnet and use it as the first line of your sonnenizio. You then repeat one word from that first line in each of the subsequent 13 lines. You end the poem with a rhyming couplet. 

In this sonnenizio of mine (which is a good two years old), I’ve taken a line from John Berryman’s second “Sonnet to Chris” and repeated the word “turn” in each line. I changed it up a bit, as you’ll see with “external,” “taciturn,” “turnstiles,” etc. I almost called this poem “Turnips and Tangerines,” but eventually realized that leaving it untitled would be better than calling it that. 

[As nude upon some warm lawn softly turn] 

As nude upon some warm lawn softly turn 
Your external gaze at the avalanche crackling 
Down the taciturn house. All bear the drag 
Of newly-polished turnstiles, so fearful 
Of the internment that tingling brings. “An 
Upturn in sales should mark the new calendar 
Year, but the public should beware the return, 
In April,” of easy nocturnes, lazy ears, 
Listening to nothing but Saturnian odes, or else 
Some stern warning about wasting your life. 
Consider me a turncoat if you will, but I know 
Where my loyalty lies. The turnverein is filling, 
Friend, with tiny-breasted women: advise my attorney 
Of our hasty plans to indict true love for eternity.

Pasted from <http://michaelschiavo.blogspot.com/2004/04/sonnenizio.html
My thanks to Michael Schiavo

 

Sonnenizio on a Line from Wendy Cope
I had this bird called Sharon. Fond of gin—
it could do the Gingerbread Man in different voices.
After a couple of gin slings, it could out-dance
Ginger Rogers from its perch. I played the harmonica
badly. Behind the scenes. Like noise from cotton gin
ruining the sunrise. I drank gin rickey until
I became a sore virgin, the losing end of a speech
impediment, gingivitis. It made me clean its cage
in my original D&G bathrobe and plastic clogs.
There, myna droppings juxtaposed gingersnaps.
The smell fizzed gin and tonic up my nose.
It called me names. It mocked me in pidgin.
Wretched bird. It even beat me in gin rummy.
Before the ginger cat ate it, I swear it said yummy.

Pasted from http://www.eclectica.org/v11n1/ang_word.html

 

Restated Specifications:
The Sonnenzio by be blank verse, or any rhyme pattern as long as it ends with a rhymed couplet.

 

My example

Price Elasticity of Demand (Sonnenzio)

It wasn’t that I didn’t think her fine,
It wasn’t that she wasn’t from my race,
It wasn’t that her father owned the mine,
It wasn’t that he kept me in my place.
It wasn’t that she acted like a snob,
It wasn’t that her father fired my dad,
It wasn’t for the nobs with which she’d hob;
don’t think that when she’d smiled I wasn’t glad.
Don’t think she thought I wasn’t fun to tease;
she teased all boys, it wasn’t only me.
Don’t think I wasn’t proud as punch to please.
I would have but her favor wasn’t free.
It wasn’t that a line formed at her door,
I’d settle for a less expensive whore.

© Lawrencelot – March 20, 2015

The following is the first line from a Black-Narcissus Sonnet:
“I wrote a folded sonnet in a room that wasn’t there”

See it HERE.

Rime Royal Sonnet

Rime Royal Sonnet

Rime Royal

This stanza form is believed to be of Italian origin, and appears to be formed out of the, stanza called Ottava Rima, and by removing the fifth line. This reduces it to a seven line stanza of three rhymes, arranged with a rhyme scheme of; 

a. b. a. b. b. c. c.. The unison of two stanza’s will construct a lovely sonnet form.

It seems probable that the inventor of this stanza was Geoffrey Chaucer, who had many compositions using this form, of which the following is an example:

THE PRIORESS’S TALE

Domine, dominus noster.

O Lord, Our Lord, Thy name how marvelous

Is spread through all this mighty world,” said she

“For not alone Thy praise so glorious 

Is given by men of worth and dignity, 

But from the mouths of children Thy bounty 

Is hymned, yea, even sucklings at the breast 

Do sometimes Thy laudation manifest. 

“Wherefore in praise, as best I can or may, 

Of Thee and of that pure white Lily-flower 

Who bore Thee, and is yet a maid alway, 

I tell a tale as best is in my power, 

Not that I may increase Her heavenly dower,

For She Herself is honour and the one 

From Whom spring wealth and goodness, next Her Son.

The subjects of rime royal poetry was courtly, moral, or classic tales, and generally must be elevated: love, chivalry, saints’ lives, classic tales, tragedies. Rime royal was not used for low comedy or bawdy tales and it seems natural for two stanzas of this form to make a sonnet, and the Sonnet Crown, Redoubled and Sequence would be natural additions as Chaucer has proven..

 

 

Autumn Love

Come take my hand my autumn angel

No longer summers colours bright

Lush green hues are no longer visible

And days share equal time with night.

Cool mornings and a paler sky sight

Leave a legacy the colours of red and gold.

So thankful crops are gathered, and sold,

This time is ours in our private nest

Away from cooler seas that chill the air

It is now we find that time alone is best

With evenings by a fire in a comfy chair

Now that time is best to show we care

And future lives stretching out forever

That we earned through our endeavour

Ryter Roethicle

http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/
My thanks to Ryter Roethicle of thepoetsgarret.

My example

The Tytle Cycle (Rime Royal Sonnet)

Though Caesar died upon the March’s Ides
It’s April’s fifteenth day that I’d eschew.
To Caesar, men must pay (and file besides),
it’s voluntary, (that’s a lie that grew).
They take from me so they may give to you!
Not you yourself – I think you think like me,
the other guys, who think things should be free.
Republics can’t endure once people learn
their votes can buy the guy who’ll make it so.
The tax breaks for which each of us so yearn
will go to those who pony up the dough.
Entitlements can do nothing but grow.
The “gimme” guys will take, the house will spend;
this is the way our government will end.

© Lawrencealot – March 17, 2015

 

For information about the Title of this poem, see
http://www.commonsensegovernment.com/article-09-15-03.html

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Rime Royal Sonnet

Deuces Sonnet

This is an invented sonnet form created by Mary Lou Healy writing on Allpoetry.com as Mlou.

Stanzaic: The sonnet consists of three quatrains and a closing couplet.
Meter: Iambic Pentameter
Volta: Occuring at L9 or L13, (both rhyme pattern changes)
Rhyme: abba abba baab aa

We considered several names for this sonnet form, and all came up being in some way collectively unsatisfying. Only in my solitude, while attempting to compose my first, did I come up with the name “Deuces”. It’s double meaning as an exclamation of confusion and the number two seems to fit.

Nightfall…A Sonnet by MLou

There is a moment just as daylight fades
when reverent hush covers like a shawl
the tired day, and glints of nature’s shades
are dimmed in waning light of evening’s fall.

Birds who filled the day with bright cascades 
of warbled notes…such beauty in each call
we pause to listen, raptured in their thrall…
in sudden silence, cease their serenades.

A landscape bright in summer’s careless sprawl
of hills and valleys, lakes and forest glades
that were spread out in color-rich brocades,
now muted lies ‘neath night’s dark parasol.

The cloak of sleep creeps down the palisades,
and midnight creatures start their masquerades.

My example

Quantum Cat (Mlou Deuces Sonnet)

Quantum Cat

My cat, a quantum powered feline friend,
is like that Cheshire cat of storied fame.
He disappears, or not to whence he came
With timing upon which I can’t depend.

When reading over something I have penned
he’ll either purr, or mumble “That’s a shame.”
No more than that; no fault he’ll ever name.
But for that night, my writing’s at an end.

Good verse, or poor, he’ll sparkle just the same
and oft times though my knobby legs he’ll wend
while hoping that my verse I might amend.
I shall of course, I want to keep him tame.

That cat’s a she, not he… I now contend
for only they so need a man to mend.

© Lawrencealot – March 16, 2015

 

 

Image credit” Bing Images, all rights belong to creator.

 

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Deuces Sonnet

LuVailean Sonnet

Two invented sonnet forms were found in Pathways for a Poet by Viola Berg 1977. This book was written for teachers with contributions by teachers. The various forms were offered as learning exercises.
• The LuVailean Sonnet alternates pentameter and dimeter lines and finishes with a heroic couplet. It invented by Lyra LuVaile.

The LuVailean Sonnet is:
○ a quatorzain made up of 7 couplets.
○ metered, iambic – 6 couplets of alternating pentameter and dimeter lines and ending with a heroic couplet (rhymed iambic pentameter).
○ rhymed, rhyme scheme ababcdcdefefgg.

Pasted from http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/index.php?showtopic=1849#lu
My thanks to Judi Van Gorder for years of work on this fine PMO resource.

My example

Poor Health Costs (LuVailean Sonnet)

Most every life is filled with highs and lows;
expect no less.
But only when your health has been deposed
is life a mess.
The costs, unless you’re in the upper class
will change your life
by draining wealth you’ve managed to amass;
it grieves your wife.
The little things like taking her to dine
you must forego.
I’d never thought this outcome would be mine;
But now it’s so.
And yet each day the love my wife provides
is constant, and she makes me laugh besides.

© Lawrencealot – March 13, 2015

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LuVailean Sonnet

Ivorian Sonnet

Ivorian Sonnet

This sonnet is the brainchild of the late Ivor Hogg, and at first site just a simple progression of stanzas.

A couplet a. a… a triplet b. c. b… and a quatrain d. e. d. e.

The quintain is the key that links this stanza back to the RHYME of the previous stanzas and the rhyme pattern can be in any order giving it 120 variations. 

Ivorian Sonnet Quintain Variations 1 – 24

a.b.c.d.e.

a.b.c.e.d.

a.b.d.c.e.

a.b.d.e.c.

a.b.e.c.d.

a.b.e.d.c.

a.c.b.d.e.

a.c.b.e.d.

a.c.d.b.e.

a.c.d.e.b.

a.c.e.b.d.

a.c.e.d.b.

a.d.b.c.e.

a.d.b.e.c.

a.d.c.b.e.

a.d.c.e.b.

a.d.e.b.c.

a.d.e.c.b.

a.e.b.c.d.

a.e.b.d.c.

a.e.c.b.d.

a.e.c.d.b.

a.e.d.b.c.

a.e.d.c.b.

Ivorian Sonnet Quintain Variations 25 – 48

b.a.c.d.e.

b.a.c.e.d.

b.a.d.c.e.

b.a.d.e.c.

b.a.e.c.d.

b.a.e.d.c.

b.c.a.d.e.

b.c.a.e.d.

b.c.d.a.e.

b.c.d.e.a.

b.c.e.a.d.

b.c.e.d.a.

b.d.a.c.e.

b.d.a.e.c.

b.d.c.e.a.

b.d.c.a.e.

b.d.e.a.c.

b.d.e.c.a.

b.e.a.c.d.

b.e.a.d.c.

b.e.c.a.d.

b.e.c.d.a.

b.e.d.a.c.

b.e.d.c.a.

Ivorian Sonnet Quintain Variations 48 – 72

c.a.b.d.e.

c.a.b.e.d.

c.a.d.b.e.

c.a.d.e.b.

c.a.e.b.d.

c.a.e.d.b.

c.b.a.d.e.

c.b.a.e.d.

c.b.d.a.e.

c.b.d.e.a.

c.b.e.a.d.

c.d.e.d.a.

c.d.a.b.e.

c.d.a.e.b.

c.d.b.a.e.

c.d.b.e.a.

c.d.e.a.b.

c.d.e.b.a.

c.e.a.b.d.

c.e.a.d.b.

c.e.b.a.d.

c.e.b.d.a.

c.e.d.a.b.

c.e.d.b.a.

Ivorian Sonnet Quintain Variations 73 – 96

d.a.b.c.e.

d.a.b.e.c.

d.a.c.b.e.

d.a.c.e.b.

d.a.e.b.c.

d.a.e.c.b.

d.b.a.c.e.

d.b.a.e.c.

d.b.c.a.e.

d.b.c.e.a.

d.b.e.a.c.

d.b.e.c.a.

d.c.a.b.e.

d.c.a.e.b.

d.c.b.a.e.

d.c.b.e.a.

d.c.e.a.b.

d.c.e.b.a.

d.e.a.b.c.

d.e.a.c.b.

d.e.b.a.c.

d.e.b.c.a.

d.e.c.a.b.

d.e.c.b.a

Ivorian Sonnet Quintain Variations 97 – 120

e.a.b.c.d.

e.a.b.d.c.

e.a.c.b.d.

e.a.c.d.b.

e.a.d.b.c.

e.a.d.c.b.

e.b.a.c.d.

e.b.a.d.c.

e.b.c.a.d.

a.b.c.d.a.

e.b.d.a.c.

e.b.d.c.a.

e.c.a.b.d.

e.c.a.d.b.

e.c.b.a.d.

e.c.b.d.a.

e.c.d.a.b.

e.c.d.b.a.

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Sonnet’s Journey – Ivorian Sonnet XXXV

My pen that writes the words of many things 

Yet everything stops to hear the love that sings 

No matter where a poet sits each night 

her thoughts return to stay beside you dear 

A sonnet’s journey is to touch love’s light 

A missive signed and sealed by poets’s lips 

that form a kiss to gently ease the ache 

our senses wound in cherished reels and strips 

and there in words we speak the love we make 

Each night as love letters begin their flight 

I lose the dreaded sense of loss and fear 

that often lead my tender heart to break 

Each soothing word of ink so softly springs 

To resonate again upon your lips.

Jem Farmer

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My thanks to Jem Farmer of thepoetsgarret.

My example

Discharged (Ivorian Sonnet)

He seemed an old man children might demean.
He wore a shaggy coat, but it was clean.
The wars he fought in made fortunes for some,
and analysts think little else was good.
It savaged his soul and left him a bum.
He returned to be spit upon, and worse.
He’d picked up habits which had helped him cope
but now it plagued him with a social curse
and mockery deprived this man of hope.
A brother soldier helped him get off dope
and now he hopes his fortunes to reverse,
he’d consul other veterans if he could
He’s overcome the thought that he’s just scum
He wears a shabby coat, but now it’s clean.

© Lawrencealot – March 11, 2015

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