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Today's thought to ponder or perhaps, directive...
"So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be."
Alfred Lord Tennyson
What do you have to do and who are you going to be?
13 comments:
Shall I compare thee to a guy named Ray?
Thou are just as ugly as a small toad.
No one cares about what you do or say.
Why don’t you just go alone and hit the road?
Some people think you cross a lot of lines.
They also think you are so very rude.
You should go live in some dirty mines.
We don’t even think you’re really a dude!
Why don’t you just go far far away?
Do not tell where you are going to go.
If you don’t go, I promise you will pay,
Don’t make me cut off your nasty pink toe!
Why is it that everyone else can see?
That all of us really really hate thee!
Sonnet #18
Faith’s Parody
Shall I compare thee to the cow milks whey?
Thou art more runny and dirty as feet
Rough winds throw thy moppy hair away
And look far worse than milk a calf would eat
Sometimes your pasty face does look to me
Through those tough wrinkles and clumps of rough dirt
Only some cows are as dirty as thee
And please do me the grace and put on a shirt
Thy disgusting image shall never fade
This my poor weary mind and soul doth go
I shall not look at you if I be paid
And with this quote I wish that thou would’st
So long as my eyes see and my lungs breathe
I shall run and stay away from thee.
Shall I compare the to a piece of grass.
Thou art more lovely then the dirt under.
Rough winds can not blow you into the arise
And the months ahead might be of plunder.
Someone can cut you and shred everyday
And most often will be walked over
Then everyday you can grow upward.
Growing the way towards the sun up there.
In the fall months you start to quiver
And makes your greenness fade into Brownness.
In the end of fall you start to shiver.
Snow falls upon you bringing you darkness
Eventually spring will come again.
Having your growing starting to begin.
The world can be show as a grain of sand.
The seas can either destroy or create.
A newborn turtle can find the sound.
Even though it’s journey is long and great.
When you move beyond our solar system,
You look back and it be a diamond.
It shimmers as though it was in rhythm.
Sitting on a distant planets sea side,
You look up and wonder it is strange.
When you wonder and think what is up there.
You try to look for Earth through the black range,
Wondering what you can do from your chair.
You find it and set the journey back home,
Then start off into the great big unknown.
SONNET #18
Shall I compare you to a nasty swamp?
You look like a large brown moldy toadstool.
Rough winds sound like very large tree made stomps.
Which looks like their coming with the stubborn mules.
Sometimes your thickened mud sinks me in deep.
Through the thickness is like greasy short hair.
And near the end of the swamp is a creak.
The awful smell is dementing my brain.
This has tortured me and has ruined my life.
O, I should hit thee with a large black train.
And with that blow, I slice you with a knife.
So long as I can walk, crawl, and swim.
I can run from the crocs and go to Tims.
Jason
shall i compare you to a rainy day
you look like something found on a death cart
your face is wrinkled and your hair is gray
you should chip some ice off of your cold heart
you make me feel sick when i look at you
to get away i would go very faryou have saddlebags and love handles, too
someties i dream you get hit by a car
if i look at you it will burn my eyes
everyday i think of you less and less
much more of this and i will make you die
yes its true i hate yo i must confess
but what if i pack up and run away
i wont have to see you again i pray
Faith’s Sonnet
My mans eyes are nothing like the sun’s shine,
Fire burnt logs much blacker than his hair.
And his skin, well snakeskin is far more fine.
If hair be fair his hair be far from fair.
I have seen carnations pink, red, and white,
But see I no carnations in his cheeks.
And in some colognes is there more delight.
And from his mouth his breathe so hugely reeks.
I love to hear his voice, still I know
Most music is more pleasing to my ear.
I discern to see a god in he, though,
For he does not flow as he walks so near.
Yet I love him still, this love I find rare.
Still I sit here and he I do compare.
Disclaimer: This isn’t about anybody and I don’t have a man.
Go away and leave, you're not wanted here
the color of your hair is dull and gross
find your own little corner an stay there
i hate it when the lines have over crossed
there is a frog that looks better than you
you've got body odor that makes me gag
did your parents find you under a log
actually go find a cave and live there
here is some stuff so that you can bathe here
why did i ever think of helping you out
i had found out that you're on the wanted list
if you cross the line you will be canned
just suck it up and be a man
sonnet 29
Time
time freezes and reality stops
with the thought of him like this
hurting just kills me
i hate seeing him this
tired, weak, and hurting
i just want it to stop
can't eat too much it hurts
can't eat much it hurts
bleeding, pain, and hunger
i just want it to stop
so many thoughts,too many dreams
time freezes and reality stops
the one thing not stopping is him holding on
holding on with all his strength
hanging in there with what he has left
just to breathe under the pain
so just hold on you can do it
i know you can just hang on
Parody of Sonnet 130
My ex-girlfriend’s eyes are not like a rose
Neither are her lips, which have turned all brown
Having lint and mold between deformed toes
Her foul stench makes me want to leave town
I have seen roses de-masked, white and red
But certainly not in her grotesque cheek
The perfume she wears would have dropped me dead
Looking at her face, you’d think her a freak
I hate to hear her talk, every day
The rhythm of music is always greater
“If you eat too much, you’ll get fat.” I say
Your fate that will come sooner than later
First, I thought you were pretty like a god
Now, I think you’re more ugly than sod
Bonnet Sonnet
I really despise writing a sonnet
Keeping the beat, the couplet and quatrain
I could write about hats or a bonnet
Random like Shakespeare who I think insane
Sets of AB, CD, EF and G
You must obey rules or it won’t be right
I’ll create my sonnet the way I see
If you don’t like it then get up and fight!
People say Shakespeare is so great and grand
He is overrated and long, long dead
All of his stories are carved in our land
There are countless others we should have read
Should I care if you detest my sonnet?
I’m sorry it’s not about a bonnet.
Sonnet 18
(parody)
Shall I compare thee to a spring’s mud hole?
Thou art messy a less neat and dirty.
Mud ruts are as deep as a ten-foot pole,
Which looks worse than a very smart man’s cheery
Dream. Sometimes mud can be sticky and wet,
Mud is very fun and entertaining,
And ne’er the center you start to sweat,
As you try to go through the hole and ding
Your truck. Thy shall repair the truck and go
On. When trucks go through the hole and get stuck,
Thy shall take time to get out and go slow.
And with that blow thy shall need some good luck
To get out. As long as there is no thud,
Then I will be all set to go through mud!!!
Shall I compare you to an old barnyard?
You are so smelly and you never change,
Rough winds blow the stench like a deck of cards,
It is nice when you’re not around, it that strange?
Sometimes when it’s hot, your odor lingers,
Often a slight headache comes upon me,
It is not fair you have smelly fingers,
In your presents everyone runs with glee,
But all my love for you will never fade,
I hope someday you will smell like perfume,
I will soon be dead like the ace of spades,
Hopefully someday your hair will be groomed,
So as long as I can still smell the stench,
My last days will be outside on the bench.
I liked Katie's because she compared them to a barnyard.
Katie i like it way to describe a barnyard
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