Thread: Sauce and Sonnets...............

Rules - you must have written it, let's see what you're all made of.

No plagiarisms allowed

Here's one from me for starters:

The Frustrated Rocker(ess) !


Wannabe like Richie Havens
Thrashing my guitar
Want to feel a bit of madness
Driving in my car
Wanna wail like Janis Joplin
Singing down on me
Wish I could have been Joan Baez
And sat on Dylans knee.

I’ve got my UB40
And drink some red red wine
Yoko was off her trolly
And what the hell was number nine?
Wish I could’ve been a singer
I would’ve been out there
Could’ve played a mean guitar
But all I ever played was air!

Van Morrison is the coolest
Yes man he’s got soul
Keith Moon was such a loony
When he gave drum roll
Wish I could’ve met Mick Jagger
And seen him strut his stuff
He’s got huge stage presence
Man his lips are big enough!

I like the culture clash
And all this dread and dub
I love the wickee wickee wickee
From the DJ in the club
Should’ve been a dancer
I could have struck a pose
But I can only do it at home
With my curtains firmly closed


Footnote - number nine was a John Lennon song because he was apparently obsessed with the number 9!)
http://www.rareexception.com/Garden/Beatles/Number9.php

You are all so boring

I knew that heading would get your attention! Anything with the 'S' word implying the 'ohh la la'

Come on you lot i am really disappointed! I'm sure you can manage to weave a little funny verse amongst all the intellectual abstractions, formulas and arguments.

Here's a little saucy one....after having watched the Pirates of the Caribbean (Ohh..mm.. Johnny Depp, still my beating heart!)


Sea Spray!

Upon a crested wave
Afore I kip

Came he
Upon his mighty ship

‘Ahoy me lady,
Ere I come!’
He cried above a hasty drum

Then clumsily
Dropped the mast
With a clatter

And coughed
And wheezed
With a salty splatter

Upon the chest
He called it treasure

And all over me vest
You dirty beggar!!

That's it, i'm not sharing anymore if you're not playing.

Boring, boring, sulk sulk

Could I describe the rest of you as friends?
It might not seem that way to other times
For even when we correspond with rhymes
Whether or not we’re human still depends

Upon the theory that young Turing made
Regarding testing for a human mind
Or was it testing for a human kind?
(Remember whom he favoured when he laid!)

The point is that you could well be a book
Upon whose every page a person sits
At least a character in little bits
But more? We cannot take a look.

So what? A good book's more than simply great
A good book really can be like a mate!



Shakespearean stylee, form only: lack of quality's all my own! But it's a sonnet, technically speaking, so answers to your OP.

And if you're into more modern forms, the villanelle only became standardised in English about 200 years ago...



‘Cause every time you look for rock and roll
You simply start again the great debate
And every rock is hiding its own troll

You’d think there would be something else to state
But every thing seems just: reiterate
‘Cause every time, you look for rock and roll

If we had something new to celebrate
If only something new we did create…
But every rock is hiding its own troll

It might seem pointless always to berate
Perhaps I should in truth commiserate
‘Cause every time, you look for rock and roll

But cliché upon cliché lies like slate
A plagiarism that’s insensate
And every rock is hiding its own troll

So trite emotions don’t make something great
They’re all we have our appetites to sate
‘Cause every time you look for rock and roll
…Every rock is hiding its own troll.

I am impressed!

I like the rock and roll and troll

I feel the urge of a sonnet coming on.....

Voila!

I come to forums seeking fair debate
And look the theories squarely in the eye
And not to practice either fear or hate
But consummate with love the questions why?

Even trolls have their uses don’t you know
To prod provoke those barren arid plains
Where reason tends to want to overthrow
The lush imagination of our brains

Remember once there was a playful child?
Now buried deep behind our ‘grown up’ face
Where imagination was loose and wild
And discoveries were a common place

I’d be lost if I had to leave behind
A playful, fun and enquiring mind

The passionate moderate to his… :P


Were I to ban enquiring innocent minds
Most certain were my crime almost the worse
Than even these attempts at halting verse,
But you will see yourself the thoughtful binds

That have us in their toils as we decide
Our words our tongues our moods our outmost sense
(E’en when we are most lucid we are dense)
To take upon our answers on this tide:

For often "naive" will excuse the brat,
But when did children ever not destroy
Most every fragile thing they think’s a toy
Or is there never balance made for that?

A troll may have its place, you know ‘tis true
But when it is displaced… that’s when we rue.

How did I miss this thread?

SW your Eng. Lit. degree is showing.

Here's another noble form:

Long posts on a scientific forum
Have a notable tendency to bore 'em
It's such a relief
When we keep it brief
Or else we tend to ignore 'em

the villanelle only became standardised in English about 200 years ago...

The paradelle is much older. And trickier. 8)

The paradelle is (in Collins' own note) "one of the more demanding French fixed forms, first appearing in the langue d'oc love poetry of the eleventh century. It is a poem of four six-line stanzas in which the first and second lines, as well as the third and fourth lines of the first three stanzas, must be identical. The fifth and sixth lines, which traditionally resolve these stanzas, must use all the words from the preceding lines and only those words. Similarly, the final stanza must use every word from all the preceding stanzas and only those words."

http://web.njit.edu/~ronkowit/poetso...paradelle.html

Excellent. I'm sure Minxy is planning a response to my last as well.

The limerick is, indeed, a form with a glorious past. Ever tried out rubaiyat? Very similar in some ways, but with the added snootiness of being a 'serious' form.

From the description, thank goodness I have never tried a paradelle.

One of the problems in English, when more complex forms are being discussed, is that our language is much less inflected than many of the European (particularly the Latinate) languages. As a result, rhyming is an entirely different proposition for the poet in English. In Italian or French, if you're reasonably competent, as long as you use similar grammatical forms you can get readymade rhymes. In English, each word has to be sought out separately. (I'm probably exaggerating a bit, and will get shouted down by any number of people, but there is an essential truth there, and poets and critics have spoken extensively about it.)

Anyway, I'll see if I get the chance to have another go - though I'd rather wait to see what Minxy comes up with first! :P

cheer

shanks

Ever tried out rubaiyat?

Nope. But I'll try anything once, so following Minxy's general theme from the first post:

Ancient rockers are yet all the rage
Still Slowhand wails his twelve bars from the stage
Recycled plastic pop shall be forgot
And the Zeppelin shall fly despite its age.

I haven't forgotten

I'm still composing.......but,

first i have to complete a 2000 word assignment about Islam, and i've only written 700 words so far (eeek!)

Oy'll be back!

Romeo, Romeo….

Wherefore art though Romeo
Art though just a fiction fancy?
For I have sought you high and low
Not one of you canst I see

Many a men I have met
But 'tis not good to feast
Upon the philanderer
Or the sexist beast

Yet I shall endure my wait in vain
For that hero I am smitten
I give ye another year
No more, to come
If not, I’ll get a kitten!


I told you oil be back!

HEY YOU TWO, GET A TENT! TRY AS YE MAY, SEX WILL ALWAYS GET IN THE WAY! lol x enjoyed the banter!

Originally Posted by sunshinewarrior

Excellent. I'm sure Minxy is planning a response to my last as well.

The limerick is, indeed, a form with a glorious past. Ever tried out rubaiyat? Very similar in some ways, but with the added snootiness of being a 'serious' form.

From the description, thank goodness I have never tried a paradelle.

One of the problems in English, when more complex forms are being discussed, is that our language is much less inflected than many of the European (particularly the Latinate) languages. As a result, rhyming is an entirely different proposition for the poet in English. In Italian or French, if you're reasonably competent, as long as you use similar grammatical forms you can get readymade rhymes. In English, each word has to be sought out separately. (I'm probably exaggerating a bit, and will get shouted down by any number of people, but there is an essential truth there, and poets and critics have spoken extensively about it.)

Anyway, I'll see if I get the chance to have another go - though I'd rather wait to see what Minxy comes up with first! :P

cheer

shanks