Saturday, December 6, 2008

Lazy Computer Technicians (Petrarchan Sonnet)

Machinery checks repetitious modes
For often will it be often-often
Often mistakened perfect 'til proven
Neglected by its Maker's lazy codes
The heat and metal combined will melt nodes
Pretentious offers dupe consumers in
To pay for none of what they need. Preachin'!
Preachin' without proof, sell nothing that "owns"
So hence we review experiences
Ink our words on white sheets of papers
Civilize the lumix whose lost senses
Took four digits from accounts: his and hers
Proposing and contesting expenses
Compensate us or face our lawyers


[a,b,b,a,a,b,b,a,c,d,c,d,c,d]
NOTE: Italian Sonnet- 8 lines of a problem, 6 lines of a solution.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Steadfast Faith (English Sonnet)

Dear friend amongst those whom cared much of much
May this find you well and bring you the sun
For clouds have passed from duskly lore spoken
Choking vascular conscience anon
Forget not Isaiah's mark and promise
Stomp on Sophomores by heel scuffed pavement-gold
Thus silver paint curse not Carpenter's craft
To those under His wing: your burdens sold
Pray as Leviticus gospels Hosanna
For sure "...they know not what they do."
But knowing enough frees choices to make
Hence feel Almighty grace, love, and argue
Let none deter you for thier benefit
You are where God wants you to be Spirit

Sunday, November 16, 2008

First Job (Epigram)

Who knew that hard work could be complicated
Especially when you're shadowing jaded

Who's On Top? (English Sonnet)

Eyes that squint at sunrise fierce without truce
Wink once for a chance to twinkle at his
‘til the dusk of each morn she will seek that
Of what could be destined trails to what is
May a white horse stand before her today
Though they will argue crests, shields, and armor
Besting eaches bravery for her heart
They’ll don lances to carry her honor
But amongst his own a toll will come to
As a test of seasons changes the mind
A double-edged sword shall unsheathe herself
And the sheen of metal will rust unkind
So on to battle, on with war! Says he
But to the victor – the spoils! Thus says she

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Epiphany (Quatrain)

Take me to where you are and show--
The many things I've never dreamed
Possibly for me or them too
Inspiration divinely schemed

End (Cinquain)

End
To finish
Wish I can
Yet so saddened
Conclusion

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Ratings... (Senryu)

It isn't working
I'm just selling myself short
I feel really cheap