challenge

FinsburyParkCarrots

FunkeR, you must heckle in a metre:
Iambic pentametric form! Fail better!

of_the_girl

the life of one girl, sore from the bouts of crying
was worn, exhausted, but with no signs of dying
she missed the warmth of a lover's embrace
and she longed for the smile of the eye's on his face
could a sunset ever show the glory
of his sweet smile that always told a story?
could the stars ever shine brighter than his light
that radiated from his touch every night?

the cold that makes her shiver so
will never ever let her go
and even when the sun burns hot
she'll sit forever thinking of him and rot
and there she'll toil her days away
hoping and wishing, she'll sit always and pray

olderman

thank you jessie and keep on thinking free

PJfaninmaine

To her he told only lies,
They lie in a far away tower,
Itching, and burning like diligent fire flies.
Plucked out of truth like a sad, bent little flower.


oh pooh, its all i could come up with in a matter of five minutes.

olderman

bump for the sonnett ..

this one was written by P. B. Shelley (he was married to the lady who wrote Frankenstein)

"Lift not the painted veil which those who live"


Lift not the painted veil which those who live
Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,
And it but mimic all we would believe
With colours idly spread,--behind, lurk Fear
And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave
Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear.
I knew one who had lifted it--he sought,
For his lost heart was tender, things to love,
But found them not, alas! nor was there aught
The world contains, the which he could approve.
Through the unheeding many he did move,
A splendour among shadows, a bright blot
Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove
For truth, and like the Preacher found it not.

c'mon jammers .. write a sonnett

justam

Originally posted by olderman
bump for the sonnett ..



c'mon jammers .. write a sonnett

What is the form of a sonnett? What does it need to include?

olderman

Originally posted by justam
What is the form of a sonnett? What does it need to include?

i am too much imbibed to provide a correct answer right now but i will do so as soon as possible.. that is if finsbury does not do it..

FinsburyParkCarrots

Originally posted by olderman
i am too much imbibed to provide a correct answer right now but i will do so as soon as possible.. that is if finsbury does not do it..

A sonnet is a fourteen line poem. Each line usually (but not always) comprises ten syllables. A line comprises five beats or 'metric feet': thus we say it's 'pentametric'. These metric feet are made up of two syllables, with the first syllable being unstressed and the second, stressed: this kind of metric foot is called an 'iamb'; a sonnet is scanned in 'iambic pentameter'.

This sounds a bit complicated in theory but in practice a line of iambic pentameter looks like this:

shall I/ comPARE/ thee TO/ a SUMM/er's DAY?

or:

When I/ conSID/er EV/'ryTHING/that GROWS.

Basically, it's scanned da-DAH/ da-DAH/ da-DAH/ da-DAH/ da-DAH.

As I say, a sonnet has fourteen lines. There are many rhyme schemes but there are two main ones, the 'Petrarchan' and the 'Shakespearean'. The line endings of a Petrarchan sonnet rhyme in this formula:

abbaabbacdecde

The line endings of a Shakespearean sonnet, by far the most popular kind (though Petrarch himself seemed to have popularised the form), comprise this pattern:

ababcdcdefefgg

As I say, many people play with the sonnet form these days, but the 'classic' sonnet is usually made up of two sections, the 'octet' and the 'sestet'. Thematically, the octet often puts forth a proposition and the sestet expands on or even questions this. The beginning of line nine in many Renaissance sonnets is often called the 'volta' as it brings about a thematic turnaround.

As an exercise, you could look at the Shakespeare sonnet I included above (on page one of this thread), and note the rhyme scheme, the metre and the placing of the volta.

ISN

beholden now to love and damp emotion...
since I have drunk a sip of cupid's potion...
I yet do sit and drunkenly proclaim
that I will lose perforce in cupid's game
though loving I have loved and am not still
though loving being....always loving will
til if it should amuse you love me back
then well, I can say love is not the lack
but lovers, tho but one I want, not any...
and yet the coin of love is not a penny
it is not minted yet of which I speak...
but rising in my breast it does now peak
and peeking it is shy, and shy of me
wherefor does it not bring me quick to he?

ISN

I thought to think but thoughts were coming slow
I thought to shrink but all I did was grow
I bought a shrink who told me still to drink
and though I drank I yet but did slow-think
I thought of summers past and winters gone
I thought of life as one long marathon
and yet the more I thought the slow'r I grew
the fewer thoughts that ever I have slew
I slew the thoughts that made me always drink
I grew the shrink who set me first to think
he grew to be my mother.....bless her soul
the one who made me always less than whole
I grew to be a mother with the swell
of pregnancy and now my mind is well

justam

Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
A sonnet is a fourteen line poem. Each line usually (but not always) comprises ten syllables. A line comprises five beats or 'metric feet': thus we say it's 'pentametric'. These metric feet are made up of two syllables, with the first syllable being unstressed and the second, stressed: this kind of metric foot is called an 'iamb'; a sonnet is scanned in 'iambic pentameter'.

This sounds a bit complicated in theory but in practice a line of iambic pentameter looks like this:

shall I/ comPARE/ thee TO/ a SUMM/er's DAY?

or:

When I/ conSID/er EV/'ryTHING/that GROWS.

Basically, it's scanned da-DAH/ da-DAH/ da-DAH/ da-DAH/ da-DAH.

As I say, a sonnet has fourteen lines. There are many rhyme schemes but there are two main ones, the 'Petrarchan' and the 'Shakespearean'. The line endings of a Petrarchan sonnet rhyme in this formula:

abbaabbacdecde

The line endings of a Shakespearean sonnet, by far the most popular kind (though Petrarch himself seemed to have popularised the form), comprise this pattern:

ababcdcdefefgg

As I say, many people play with the sonnet form these days, but the 'classic' sonnet is usually made up of two sections, the 'octet' and the 'sestet'. Thematically, the octet often puts forth a proposition and the sestet expands on or even questions this. The beginning of line nine in many Renaissance sonnets is often called the 'volta' as it brings about a thematic turnaround.

As an exercise, you could look at the Shakespeare sonnet I included above (on page one of this thread), and note the rhyme scheme, the metre and the placing of the volta.

Thanks!
Now I can take up the challenge and join this thread.

olderman

do it jammin poets, just do it

ISN

abbbvbc ccfcckddddddfffdf

aabbbccccddddeeeefffvfff...gggghhh

aabbccddeeeeeeedeeedadadada

dada

gee gee

ISN

there grows in hearts too small to pray
the seeds of parents' yesterdays
the vows that made them see and saw
the sparkle of a frost in thaw
and all the snow they sought to build
is melting, as the golden gild
of summer brings a pale reflection
of their former predilection
they thought to place a seed for truth
and found a life was taking root
and now this bolder braver sprout
is branching, trailing, breaking out
I cannot write, I cannot sing,
I cannot think of anything

olderman

machine gun sonnets are the new wave.. dammit man, that is unusual!!

ISN

I can't write a sonnet....no no don't make me.....

I will read only....sonnets....and learn, obi wan

suede

he's latin...his name is Obi Juan

ISN

latin...then he's dead yeah....

so he's obit....Juan

olderman

solamente el momento que me amo los Fans de Pearl Jam!!

i think i got it right .. i wanted to get right..

ISN

see....see?

yo no hablo Espanol.....lo siento, pero no....no no



no me entiende.....nada

(if you think my Spanish is bad....you should hear my Latin)

let's get back to writing sonnets....and I'll stay out of it.....

okay....off ya go