Let Us Converse Using English Sonnets

I want to do what older poets did.
I want to chat by using poetry.
We could discuss some thoughts that mod's forbid
That on the forums be expressed, openly...

We could disguise them with analogies,
or if you prefer with some similes,
or if you want to employ allegories,
whatever takes to polish your abilities

then let us chat in peace, my fellow poets,
let's write in form and practice rhymes in prose.
Let us converse by only using sonnets,
though you may write not just in prose but verse.

That is, of course, if you would like to try.
If not, I cannot blame you, though, bye, bye.

( p.s. It doesn't have to be perfect )

I come again to call on poets
for you to talk to me in peace
I know you can compose sonnets
To chat and laugh with me at ease

I also know it's hard to rhyme
But also to count syllables
Yet don't forget to take your time
Nor to follow some principles

Then you will be on the right track
to develop your own technique
That something that could have your back
That something people can critique

So you may write your feelings down
without some people judging them

Talking to a wall, is no fun at all
a call, nay a plea that goes unanswered
I cannot compose a sonnet, just scrawl
but here's my attempt, a go, just chanced it

Rhyming is a swine, these final words forced
if I could count to ten in syllables
my ode would follow a natural course
sonnets are the bane, my efforts criminal

The wrong track, I do find more inviting
my only technique is to run and hide
applaud your efforts to stir, inciting
you write with ease, a sonnet in your stride

so I go back to darkness and cliche
least I attempted, that much I can say

Oh Darren, Darren, thank you! thank you! friend.
I felt alone within this forum's thread,
but here you came, and now, I feel content.
It's like you have revived me from the dead.

You have no clue how mesmerized I am
that you have taken up some of your time
to come in here and be to me a champ
For trying ( yes! ) to greet me with your rhyme.

But please, my friend, do not give up just yet
Just do like me, instead of writing verse,
why don't attempt to write your sonnet
by only writing in poetic prose?

I know, poetic prose? I hear you say.
But I cannot call what I just wrote, verse. Oh nay.

You suggest we speak in the written word
sort of write out verbally all our thots;
at first I did consider it absurd
but after trying now I like it lots.

But if you think a theme to be taboo,
say some socially forbidden topic,
mayhaps it's the very one to pursue
and give it wings 'fore the thread is lockit.

But when all that other seriousness
comes a-creeping into our larkish play
then let silly words fly out of their nest
and lure the grim encroachers far away;
we will only speak in English sonnets
joyful words a-buzzing in our bonnets.

I'm bumping this one up, so I won't forget to reply.

Hello everyone this looks like some fun
I'd like to express and confess a tale
My hair is a mess, wrapped up in a bun
Just had some toast that tasted rather stale.

Here I sit with cold coffee and a smoke
Counting syllables for a conversation
I need to get out some this is no joke
New York weather gives me great hesitation.

Need to edit now, forgot one quatrain
I need more coffee to complete this task
My eyes are bad it's such a silly pain
I should shower and do a beauty mask.

I'll enjoy a day of words and sweet rhyme
It's a lazy Sunday , got lots of time.

Yes, Sir. I came here to suggest
for us to write our English sonnets
with the pertaining pattern stress
that it's accustom to the sonnets
along with a convenient rhyme scheme
as well as with the famous volta
while still adhering to a theme.
Except that there's a tiny quota:
the poems must be written
by using common language
the kind that is forgotten
because it reads as languid

too simple for us to recite
too simple for ourselves to write

so yeah... I thought it might be fun
to come and talk to everyone
and to allow our thoughts to run
to no particular direction.
I mean, the purpose for this thread,
it's to use it as exercise,
where one can sweat away the stress,
that's fed to us throughout the days.
So to those who are reading this
don't be afraid to jump in here
just come with us to do some drills
be the fourth one to volunteer.

Though if you cannot come today
You can come any given day.

For this thread is an open field
that longs for you to come and play
( without your name being concealed)
thus, come at any given day
that Darren, Mapple, and Sir Larry
have set their foot onto this thread.
They walk their words' with dignity
as if they walked a horse they lead
towards the pastures of sweet freedom!
And readers, you can join them too
let your words run to a new kingdom
towards the land ruled by what's true

But if you can't set your words free
at least attempt to let them be...

For if you let your words to be
just anything your mind would like
let's say. . . an avocado tree
or even something you dislike,
Well, I could almost guarantee
that you could write without restrains
you'll be a poem's devotee
that treks for us untried terrains
to capture in his words a world
that has not ever seen before
to bring to us a tale unheard
along with everlasting more!

But if you can't let your words be,
At least attempt to set them free

to be continued...

( Be back to continue replying... just wanted to let you know, I have not forgotten about this thread )

Oooh, we used to chat a few years ago,
write in verse in the fun and humour post.
Not as technical as a sonnet though,
but it was a thread I enjoyed the most.

Last night in bed, as I lay wide awake,
a thousand ideas running through my mind.
When I awoke all I had was headache,
and all of my thoughts I just could not find.

So I'm afraid that this will have to do,
it may be bad, but I have writers block.
I hope that it does not disappoint you.
I'm almost done though. WOW that's quite a shock!

I've overused the words, I, I'm and my,
but I'm not changing it now! So goodbye!

It's been a while since I was on this thread.
I feel I've gotten rusty with my words
but also as if a thing in me is dead
that now whatever I'll write it'll get worse
Yet just before I say my final bye's
I must concur with mister Larry
about me giving those topics a rise
and talk about the extraordinary
but there's a force that impedes me to
Or rather I cannot come up with one
So I thank everyone with all my soul
for giving this one challenge a fresh run
And now I'll go to try to live at ease
So one day I can truly find my peace.

I'll try to write but don't hold me to it
because no doubt I'll sound like a tit.
Saying words in rhyme and slang
isn't what I had in hand.
Here I am talking my mind
about anything I find.
Going on and on and on
I could do it all night long
Please don't get angry or mad
because at this I'm truly bad.
Give me a chance and I won't lie,
Adieu, au revoir, goodbye

I think I go now and be blue
all of this I speak is true.

Dear Em, go on, do not hold back.
Your rhymes are good. They are just fine.
I thank you too for cutting me a slack
And yes, for coming here to shine.
It can be hard to write a sonnet
but you have tried and that's what counts
So please, do not give up just yet
keep practicing in great amounts
Until you've fully master this art
i know this is what I have done
And what I still do with all my heart
but all in all this is for fun
So just enjoy the way you rhyme
and pretty much enjoy your time

Egad what troublesome vice be this thread
i cannot get these silly words to fly
therefore i shall merrily say goodbye

I feel that this thread deserves a mentor
like Theodor Geisel the inventor
for had he not made up things one and two
we could hardly laugh as much as we do
while words he gave us like nerd and zummers
enlivened so many of our summers
mostly that rebellious Sam-I-am
challenged social norms with his ham-i-am

If you read Seuss like me with oobleck glee
then emulate his jertain zamp quimney
so when you think of going Suessian
it's an experience delusian
but do not ignore Horton in the room
for you never know if he hears a whom

Oh butterfly, why let your words to fly
when you yourself can do just that?
just open up your wings into the sky
And let the winds of freedom touch your heart.
Or could it be that those your words are like
those wings you have attached onto your back
And thus right now they are too stiffen like
That with a flutter anyone could hear them crack?
But give them time for them to rest and heal
As well as plenty exercise to do
So those your words that are like wings can feel
Some flexibility for them to move...

Then be prepare to soar without a stride
And to allow your wings to be your guide.

Oh mister Larry, Larry, Larry...
Why do those names appear to my mind blurry?
I think I've seen them once before
But I cannot recall for sure
My mind are forests covered up with fog
that now my thoughts are tripping over logs
and Doctor Seuss picks them up with rhymes
As I recall his famous books of all the times
Yet sam I am is one I need to read
and Ham is something I must eat indeed
for I am hungry now for food to chew
And for some ham to fill my stomach too
as I walk these thoughts through these thick mist
While trying to remember the names on your list

....

can't believe I attempted a sonnet

what was I thinking.......................

When I was trapped between some moldy walls
and no one heard a single word I said,
it was you Darren who answered my calls.
It was you friend who smashed those walls to shreds
to helped me escape that prison of disdain
Thus with your presence you brought sunshine rays
and made the hope in me to bloom again
From there, I waited alone many days
Till Maple Tree and Larry came along
But if you hadn’t heard my calls before
I’d still be here, unheard; just waiting long
while densely feeding from darkness and more

Hence, Darren I just think you might have thought
“Luce needs me, so I’ll give it a shot.”

lol