A Sonnet To Salute The Salutatorian: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

Out on a tree’d hill he stood,
walking in the buggy grass;
never caring he was that good;
never thinking to place high in his class.

‘Neath scaled hickories without effort
(it seemed), he read, wrote, studied.
With his cousins on and in X’d videos he’d cavort,
whether the paths were pulsing, dry or muddied.

He sparred with great wit and thought
as he discussed, with authors, literature.
He pondered and argued upon what he got
from reading ancient and revealed Scripture.

At last, now, as BigEP reaches a good childhood’s end,
Let us salute the brain’d heights of this Salutatorian!

Advertisement

Finally Learning Life’s Lessons: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

My early life seemed always
to play the same old song.
I lived a decades-long phase
where I was told “You’re wrong.”

Everything I did or said
was corrected or changed.
It at last went to my head.
I felt foolish and deranged.

In my effort to change my life
I took another way.
I dumped corrective strife.
It seemed foolish to stay.

Now I see the truth of my strange and weird way:
I’m at last honest. Now I must be certain of what I say.

Lying In The Clover: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

When you’re lying in the clover
on a sunny Spring day,
you need not mull problems over;
the world seems far away.

Take off your shoes;
lay down your blanket or quilt.
Cast off your troubles and blues.
Relax yourself without any guilt.

Let your heels connect to Mother Earth.
Grab the moment to fee the sun shine all around.
Drink deep of harmony, peace, joy, healing, mirth.
Harvest insights deep and profound.

Your’re shadowed cuz your sweetheart nuzzled up to your face?
Enjoy the warmth of it all. You’ll never find a better place!

Where Is Chivalry? Here I Am With Deeds: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

I, a chivalric knight,
am still here,
fighting the fight
for those I hold dear.

Children and parents,
loved ones who’ve passed;
it makes more sense
to work for them at last.

And so my social life
can take a back seat.
I’ll find my new wife
who God wants me to meet,

by working on deeds of kindly service,
(even though waiting makes me real nervous!)

Thumbnail Moon Future Hope Memories: Romantic Email Sonnet

A thumbnail moon,
End of the year
Start of something new,
But no anxiousness or fear.

Vague shadowed memories
of thin lunars past.
Returned thoughts of lovelies
Who faded much too fast.

To the ones I let
Give my heart pain:
I’ll remember to forget
to dream of them again.

Instead this year I’ll focus on reality
And grasp the full truths and beauties before me.

Red Shoe Redux: Romantic Email Sonnet

Her profile shows she is still sporting
those shiny, strapped bright red shoes
which so long ago sent me courting;
which were so oft my romantic muse.

She probably doesn’t now recall
how those hot shoes got my heart going:
So lovely and sultry in the warm fall.
So impractical when it started snowing.

When we for crepes finally met
she sported blue canvas slip-ons.
I wondered: Did she truly forget
the sexy ruby heels of which I was fond?

No. Truthfully, she could just not get that much into
some guy who made such a big deal about her shoes.

See the shoes — the first time

A Sonnet To White House Burgers: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

Some thought them lowly burgers,/
but the company they kept/
elevated these patties much higher/
than any cow had ever lept.

Over the moon they flew,/
then back upon dinner plates./
Cheeses! Cheddar, Swiss or bleu!/
Seasoned to the taste.

The decor is historic/
in this intimate dining pub./
Yet at this lake aire White House/
the food is never called “grub”.

Whether in garden room, bar, or dining nook/
this cuisine gives a break you’ll be glad you took.*
OR
*this cuisine deserves a closer look.

Why Be You? Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

She, alone, stood
and, debating her own best good,
faced down the gaping abyss
of conscious solo loneliness.

She knew another decision would
be, by others, easily understood
if she, reconsidering, stepped back;
let herself be lead down a different track.

She could easily hike hand in hand
through life’s journey with a man
who had never truly got
the greater knowledge and light she sought.

But she turned her vision to a loftier view;
Spread forth her arms, lept out, and flew.

Waiting Her Out Purity: Romantic Email Sonnet

While waiting for her /
to maybe call,/
I hope she’s as pure/
as those who have no gall.

She’s playing with me,/
but I don’t mind./
For a good woman like rubies/
is usually hard to find.

Of course her name/
could belie her personality./
Maybe it’s just a game./
Maybe she’s just BSing me.

Only by waiting her out will I ever discover/
beyond any doubt if she’d be a purifying lover.

Hopeless Romantics Repent! Romantic Email Sonnet

I see so many dating profiles where people categorize themselves as being a “Hopeless Romantic”. To such women, I wrote this:

Nobody/
should ever be/
a hopeless romantic./
That would be tragic./

Always be hopeful.
Then life’s more full.
Others will draw near
when we’re full of cheer.

The optimistic me
is who women would rather see.
And it also is true:
I prefer a hopeful you.

It brings me heartfelt sorrow and duress
to watch romantics wallow in hopelessness.