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Sonnet is love
sonnet is rhyme'
metaphorical pattern dove
so much sublime....

Popular with poets new
the Elizabethans too
their mistresses so few
used it to woo.....

John Donne, his life
catching the spirit of the Jacobean age
his need to express his love for his wife,
Anne, backstage......

Expression of religious passion
and simply reflections of death
The Victorians fashion
and so many more breath.....

Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
the Rossettis, so blue
and George Meredith were around
were so new.....

American poets noted
Longfellow, expounded
E. A. Robinson, devoted
Elinor Wylie, and Edna St. Vincent Millay, astounded....

Sonnets make us sing
makes us laugh
cry with saving grace brings
universal themes of love mon behalf.....

Keep writing those sonnets
all you wonderful and many more
poets, keep wearing your bonnets
that we all adore...*

Debbie
How to Write a Sonnet
All sonnets have fourteen lines. What makes a sonnet a Shakespearean sonnet is that its fourteen lines rhyme like this:
Line 1 rhymes with line 3
Line 2 rhymes with line 4
Line 3 rhymes with line 1
Line 4 rhymes with line 2
Line 5 rhymes with line 7
Line 6 rhymes with line 8
Line 7 rhymes with line 5
Line 8 rhymes with line 6
Line 9 rhymes with line 11
Line 10 rhymes with line 12
Line 11 rhymes with line 9
Line 12 rhymes with line 10
Line 13 rhymes with line 14
Line 14 rhymes with line 13
Last, most sonnets have a volta, or a turning point. In a Shakespearean sonnet the volta usually begins at line 9.
An easy example of a turning point would be, lines 1-8 ask a question or series of questions and lines 9-14 answer the question or questions.
Our example sonnet would look like this:
he TURNED the FOURteenth GLASS and SAID, “beGIN.”
and I had FOURteen MINutes LEFT to LIVE;
and I had FOURteen UNrePENted SINS,
and FOURteen PEOple WHOM i WOULD forGIVE,
and FOURteen UNread BOOKS uPON my SHELF,
and FOURteen LOVES i KNEW i’d LOVED in VAIN,
and FOURteen DREAMS i’d KEPT withIN mySELF
(the FOURteen I’D most WANted TO exPLAIN.)
but FOURteen MINutes QUICKly PASSED aWAY.
i FILLED my PEN with FOURteen DROPS of INK-
the FOURteenth glass had offered one delay;
and fourteen final grains retained the brink.
this SONnet FLOWED like FOURteen FInal BREATHS-
the FOURteenth LINE, t
  Jun 2015 Dawn King
South by Southwest
She says she is lesbian
I fix a cup of Oolong tea
I just needed someone to talk to
She is looking straight through me
She says her heart is broken
I see the pieces all around
I just can't be alone now
Your the only one I've found

So the night made up a midnight
And the music made up songs
And she built up her castles
Before they came tumbling down
And she looked just like an angel
One without her feathered wings
And I wanted to kiss her
But she collected only Queens

The night turned into daylight
She said she had to go
But she wanted to thank me
Most people would've said no
And then she hugged me
like a big brother to me you are
Then in another second
She was driving off in her car

And she looked just like an angel
One without her feathered wings
Still she flew on without me
An angel without any rings
And my heart was breaking
Fool you can't be this way I say
Still she was an angel
Without a halo to display
~~
What's coming out from inside
At first I could not understand
Sometimes some words make a pain
Even can make a lot of meaning
Sometimes in vain,
To say that, alone, alone

Then if I aligns those random words
On a white paper
As the Jigsaw,
And if I try to rearrange
It makes a little senses

Sometimes life is like a river flowing to the,
Sings the music of nature
Where Sparrow and Starlings play day and night,
Build their home
Make their family

They feel romance,
Inspired everybody to be romantic
Or Maybe say about the lost Spring
Even can say about the mystic origin of creation

Not just happen
Of Course  there any link between
Gravity of time, its responsibility
Not someone anyone to take

Any love,
Distinct memory,
A few questions
Sometimes those answers matching
Or Sometimes do not match

When the time comes to go back
To its own courtyard
Mystic mesh masks
The seasonal variations

You and me
Our Childhood
Nexus
Love
Everything is slowly faded from
The memory pages
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
  Jun 2015 Dawn King
Arcassin B
By Arcassin B & dawn


AB: Roses on a coffin couldn't stop me from lovin her,
Her dark humor was a treasure to all,
Admired by thousands and if not then all,
She lit up the base of this room,
Even where they north wing was,
My suckle honey bee that buzzed,
With a cause and an effect to this love I have for her,
Missing her made my eyes flow of rivers,
With fishes and alligators,
We'll save the streams for later,
Like wall-e and Eve,
Adam he took your place,
And even I can sense her presence through a paper plate,
Being there for her would a scouts honor,
I'll push all my paperwork aside for some sweet talk,
Awww ! Now look at her,
making me all soft,
Angels bless the footsteps she leaves,
Covered in dirt,
But not hard to detect,
Trust me I'll always give her all my respect,
Skip rocks in the pond By the old cemetery,
Walk across the bridge on the old dirt roads,
The adventure to us is a must,
We could celebrate with cheese and crackers,
She was tempted to touch,
Doesn't bother her as much,
To have sensual healing,
Being molested, she wasn't use to much,
But I comfort her,
Laying my eyes apon the very power deep in her soul,
And for the people that hurt her,
Always a grudge I must hold,
We gave me everything and more and I won't take that for granted,
The measure of our time together will be a perfect candid.

DK: She is the sweet breezes of the solemn yard
How she laughs in the face of my demons
As if a walking harmony
I lie awake nights to draw down the moon
Thick with hollowed air
Sweet pollen in my ears
We were bound in the stars
Ebb and flow are my waters
Predator and prey
Let them be where they lay
No room for penance today
A celestial facade
Or a wall made of stone
My infallible faith
The quiet tones of my dreams
The vision steals my breath
To my internal depths
I may continue her path
The blood of the earth
Just open your heart
*My word is my honor
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  Jun 2015 Dawn King
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

I've doubted my happiness,
Long awaiting for my newer sins,
Til morning light,
I rewrite all my stories and compete with my ends,
Dont have no time for no imposters,
For the threats they will send,
Keep em coming my way,
Cause I'm on the rise,
You dont have to pretend,
I'm all alone on the throne of diamond valley,
You could get ******,
Do crystal ****,
Turn our skin into crystals,
And pretend to be clones.
Keep em coming.
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