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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 25 May 18 - 12:36 PM

87th sonnet to my muse...

Sonnet 24/05/18                        MCLXVII

Muse might mean more to me than she desires,
But I cannot choose to not hope for all
That dream may share. I can limits recall,
Yet heart finds cause to think of muse as one
Who has a brighter light in eyes than sun
Shines down on me. How can heart keep away
From longing to forever with muse stay,
Or not to dream of one who gives verse fires?
Should I from all of dreams my heart recuse,
That I might less than love? Would I succeed?
I do not think I’ve chance to angel hold,
But care too much for one I find is muse:
How can I not want to keep what I need?
Without dream of this muse, my thoughts are cold.


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 22 May 18 - 09:48 AM

typos   

..... From Heaven shines


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 22 May 18 - 09:09 AM

86th sonnet to my reluctant muse...

Sonnet 19/05/18                         MCLXVI


Clouds hide the moon, but if muse is present
The night would still be bright. From Heaven shims
The glow to dream illuminate: It finds
Words from my heart to place on page, that tell
Of feelings for one I wish only well.
Might I hope that, someday, my verse might speak
To muse’s heart? That I find her unique
Should not be reason to these dreams resent.
Rain gives no tears: I would only regret
If muse wanted the sun. To give her all
That might bring muse’s smile: That is my goal.
Yet, does my longing to please muse upset,
That I should not try to earn smile? Recall
Her smile gives verse: How else can I be whole?


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 21 May 18 - 11:10 AM

As in the book of poems to Lara in "Dr Zhivago" I include a picture of my muse at the beginning of the book.


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: Donuel
Date: 21 May 18 - 11:04 AM

I have seen how various photos of ladies with lovely actions and physical charms nicely graces sonnets like these and connects with an audience on a deeper level.

It publishes well, particularly in tis climate.

think about it


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 21 May 18 - 10:45 AM

OOOOPPSS!

"....
Into my own desires: I dare not call
My longings more than hope. She has made clear
I should not think that I might hold her near
                                        ^^^^^^
Yet, can I less than care? She is the one
...."


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 21 May 18 - 10:42 AM

Sonnet Redouble 2:
To My Reluctant Muse

Sonnets MCXLI through MCLV

Arms ache with longing to my muse enfold,
But Heaven remains beyond reach of heart:
How can I to reluctant muse impart
All that she gives? Words alone do not tell
What in her eyes and smile become the spell
To fill my mind with verse. She brings a light
To shadowed dream, to make my work seem right,
That I might hope I have my passions told.
How will I repay muse who is the source
Of vision, and of dream? I cannot give,
In all my verses, words enough to show
How much she means to me: Heart holds to course
At her guidance. I must let longings live,
For all I know she does not wish it so.

For all I know she does not wish it so,
I will acknowledge debt I owe my muse.
Without her light as guide, dream would refuse
To show me what to write, and how to share
Thought of my heart’s desire: That I might care
As much as muse allows. She holds the key
To inspiration in her smile to me:
How can I keep from letting longings grow?
She gives me reason to heart’s feelings write,
In dream of her warm eyes, and sight of smile
So sweet, to encourage my passions’ flow.
I long to hold muse always in my sight,
But know to not unasked of hopes make trial:
How can I let her my heart’s desires know?

How can I let her my heart’s desires know
When I cannot my muse’s dream recall?
Should she inform my heart, that would be all
I need: I would then try to dream fulfil,
If I might, and have cause to think she will
Accept my offering of heart’s caring.
Not knowing dream, I’ll but send words bearing
My hope to see more of her eyes’ bright glow.
If I might future find in dreams inspired
By thought of muse, would I then know the way
For verse to take to win to goal, or lose
All that I seek offending muse? So mired
In questions, I dare not heart’s desires say
Without giving cause that she would refuse.

Without giving cause that she would refuse
I try to tell muse how I value smile,
But do not know the words I may write: While
I dare not say too much, it would be sin
To say too little. In sight I begin
To find my inspiration. Can I send
Enough to tell, but not sweet muse offend?
Would I win attention if words amuse?
I long to find perfect word, to describe
The curve of muse’s lips, that smiles create.
Yet, I am satisfied to recall views
And dream I might of heaven’s kiss imbibe.
Should I my own heart’s desire now relate,
To share her smile, or let dream of her choose?

To share her smile, or let dream of her choose
The future path of all endeavors seems
To be all I might dare: I have no schemes
That will win more than asked. Must I recall
Unfounded dream, when I know dream is all
That I might hold at night? Should I dream let
Control imagination, sleep upset,
And from verse hide all of my muse’s views?
In muse I seek to focus of art find,
That I might hold to a fixed path that ties
Dreams and desires into verse that defines
My soul. Apart from muse, I remain blind:
Without her smile, and the light from her eyes,
What can inspire all of my future lines?

What can inspire all of my future lines
When I so rarely at my muse may look,
To see her eyes and smile? Yet, in what book
Have I found promise that my dreams will be?
I’ve only faith and hope muse might agree
To guide my words, and lend heart’s passions voice.
I dare not falter: I have only choice
To pray muse gives power that verse refines.
In muse I find reason to care: The gem
Of bright eyes that let light into my soul.
Yet, should I look in my dreams for the signs
Of hope? Does not seeing my muse condemn
Heart to darkness, and verse from reaching goal?
Must I abandon hope that her light shines?

Must I abandon hope that her light shines
Upon the dreams that give me verse? I fear
The darkness absence brings: How might I steer
A path to muse’s presence? Dare I ask
To spend time with my muse, or is that task
I cannot on her place? Must heart defend
The need for conversation? I intend
Only to learn what hopes now muse defines.
Without some dream of muse, heart is as blind,
Not seeing soul, and falling to despair.
Should I have concern caring is too bold,
That I must longings keep only in mind?
Might I ask for my muse to sweet smile share,
To give reason to any verses mold?

To give reason to any verses mold
Requires a muse. To form more than just dream,
There must be light from higher realm, a beam
To fill the mind. So few provide the spark
That fires the soul and lifts heart from the dark:
Might I hold to this one, now found, to keep
The inspiration? Would she have me weep,
That passion’s heat condemns heart to be cold?
I wait, hoping to spend a future hour
With one who causes verse. I must head bow
In silent prayer that heart might fears retire.
Can I hope that muse will let my dreams flower
To vision of her smile, or tell me how
Am I to hold as hidden heart’s desire?

Am I to hold as hidden heart’s desire
To muse repay for gift? Can I not thank
The one who fills my verse? Mind would be blank
Without sight of her eyes: Her smiles restore
Heart’s dream to life. Should I not beg, implore,
And plead, for all that muse might share? I prize
Seeing my muse: Perhaps it is not wise,
But I care for one who holds heart entire.
Yet, should I write of longings, when I know
I do not hold my muse’s heart? I try
To dream of only smile, but heart might sin
When muse is beautiful. When verses flow,
I can but hope I might on words rely,
That I might offer cause for smile, or grin.

That I might offer cause for smile, or grin,
To give me muse’s grace, would be my wish.
I must hope I can with verse accomplish
Intent: To dream of muse hold on the page,
And keep a part of muse as mine. My stage
Is fourteen lines, and muse provides the wing
To lift words from paper, letting verse sing.
I fear I must all of hopes on muse pin.
How can I know what words muse will allow,
Until words I share? Can I hold dream, while
Reaching to muse? Dare I let desires toy
With what muse provides me? Do I break vow
To not of muse ask? Only with her smile
Can I know what to write, to lines employ.

Can I know what to write, to lines employ
In reaching muse? Dare I reveal that part
Of soul is bound? Desires may my dreams start,
But it is smile that offers verses life.
How am I to find peace, out of this strife,
Without my muse’s blessing? Will she share
The light of eyes, bringing glow to her hair?
Can I see heaven and not lust destroy?
It seems muse has from heaven brought a charm
And beauty to guide mortal fools who’ve earned
The pleasure of her smile. Might she inspire
Enough to make verse worthy? Does hope harm
The chance of smile? Can heart remain unburned
In seeking to in muse’s eyes see fire?

In seeking to in muse’s eyes see fire,
To light dreams and warm heart, I find I fall
Into my own desires: I dare not call
My longings more than hope. She has made clear
I should not think that I might hold her ear.
Yet, can I less than care? She is the one
I will call muse: Would I gratitude shun,
To not give thanks she does not of verse tire?
In muse I see one who shares Heaven’s light
And I will pray, to have the chance to get
Such sacred blessings: I would my hopes spin
This verse to fabric of a worth, that might
Repay my muse for her gift, in soul set
To forge in mind words that might her smile win.

To forge in mind words that might her smile win
Requires true passion’s flame, and words refined
By higher power. The dreams one has in mind
Are but the ore: One must from them burn dross
That holds the soul to earth. From dream I’ll toss
All parts that are not holy, that I might
Hold to the prayer that muse will keep hopes bright.
The line between longing and lust is thin.
All I can do is try my best, to hold
To muse’s gift: She gives with smile the source
For Poetry. I hope not to annoy,
But I wish I might know if muse might fold
Her wings, and listen to my verse: Of course
I long to know how to bring my muse joy.

I long to know how to bring my muse joy
That I might see her smile, and take delight
In showing that the words I choose are right.
I hope to give her pleasure that I find
Such inspiration, yet must be resigned
To holding only in my dreams. Muse is grail,
To give verse desired power: I must veil
Any dream that would muse’s gift destroy.
I value muse for all she is, the cause
Of verse. For lines to vex I would regret:
My muse’s smile is worth far more than gold.
I do not know how to my desires pause,
With such a maid. She is an angel, yet
Arms ache with longing to my muse enfold.

Arms ache with longing to my muse enfold,
For all I know she does not wish it so.
How can I let her my heart’s desires know,
Without giving cause that she would refuse
To share her smile, or let dream of her choose
What can inspire all of my future lines?
Must I abandon hope that her light shines
To give reason to any verses mold?
Am I to hold as hidden heart’s desire
That I might offer cause for smile, or grin?
Can I know what to write, to lines employ
In seeking to in muse’s eyes see fire
To forge in mind words that might her smile win?
I long to know how to bring my muse joy.


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 18 May 18 - 04:50 PM

A sonnet redouble-a sequence of 14 sonnets in a corona, followed by a15th sonnet consisting of the first lines of each of the sonnets in order.

Didn’t I explain this for the first one?


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: Donuel
Date: 18 May 18 - 04:29 PM

a redoubled sara muse?









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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 18 May 18 - 11:53 AM

(see post of Date: 14 May 04 - 12:02 PM for my previous Sonnet Redouble)


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 18 May 18 - 11:52 AM

I can post my Sonnet Redouble to Sara, if anyone replies to this thread.


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 18 May 18 - 11:51 AM

From 1327 to 1368, Petrarch wrote 366 poems as part of a sequence, centered on the theme of his love for Laura. The sequence—collected in a canzoniere or song-book, usually called Rime Sparse, or Scattered Rhymes in English—includes 317 sonnets, a form based on rules established by the 13th-century Italian poet Guittone of Arezzo. The earliest major practitioner of the sonnet, Petrarch is credited with the development and popularization of the Italian sonnet, thus called the Petrarchan sonnet.

About Petrarch’s legacy, the poet J. D. McClatchy has said, “True love—or rather, the truest—is always obsessive and unrequited. No one has better dramatized how it scorches the heart and fires the imagination than Petrarch did, centuries ago. He dipped his pen in tears and wrote the poems that have shaped our sense of love—its extremes of longing and loss—ever since.”


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 18 May 18 - 11:49 AM

Euterpe (flutes and lyric poetry)
Erato (love poetry)
Polyhymnia (sacred poetry)

Are my Muses,

Star, Kelly, Katie, Rebecca, and Sara

have been my muses.

84th sonnet to Sara

Sonnet 14/05/18                         MCLXIV


I do not worship muse, but I will pray
That Heaven shares her time. I would be blessed
To see her smile. I have heart’s hope confessed,
But do not demand that she meet desire:
To view her eyes will always verse inspire.
Yet, will it remain for forever wrong
To dream of muse, and for her kisses long?
Must I at such a distance always stay?
I am held by the light of muse’s eyes,
Touching her only with words. I may yearn
For more, but cannot muse’s wish defy.
I hope verse might to muse’s level rise.
That I would something new of Heaven learn.
I know only I cannot muse deny.


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: Donuel
Date: 18 May 18 - 11:44 AM

The earliest known records of the Nine Muses are from Boeotia, the homeland of Hesiod.

Some ancient authorities thought that the Nine Muses were of Thracian origin.[5]

There, a tradition persisted that the Muses had once been three in number.[6]

In the first century BC, Diodorus Siculus quotes Hesiod to the contrary, observing:

Writers similarly disagree also concerning the number of the Muses; for some say that there are three, and others that there are nine, but the number nine has prevailed since it rests upon the authority of the most distinguished men, such as Homer and Hesiod and others like them.[7]

Diodorus also states (Book I.18) that Osiris first recruited the nine Muses, along with the Satyrs, while passing through Ethiopia, before embarking on a tour of all Asia and Europe, teaching the arts of cultivation wherever he went.

According to Hesiod's account (c. 600 BC), generally followed by the writers of antiquity, the Nine Muses were the nine daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne (i. e. "Memory" personified), figuring as personifications of knowledge and the arts, especially literature, dance and music.

The Roman scholar Varro (116–27 BC) relates that there are only three Muses: one born from the movement of water, another who makes sound by striking the air, and a third who is embodied only in the human voice. They were called Melete or "Practice", Mneme or "Memory" and Aoide or "Song". Three ancient Muses were also reported in Plutarch's (46–120 AD) Quaestiones Convivales[8] (9.I4.2–4).[9]

However, the classical understanding of the Muses tripled their triad and established a set of nine goddesses, who embody the arts and inspire creation with their graces through remembered and improvised song and mime, writing, traditional music, and dance. It was not until Hellenistic times that the following systematic set of functions was assigned to them, and even then there was some variation in both their names and their attributes: Calliope (epic poetry), Clio (history), Euterpe (flutes and lyric poetry), Thalia (comedy and pastoral poetry), Melpomene (tragedy), Terpsichore (dance), Erato (love poetry), Polyhymnia (sacred poetry), Urania (astronomy).


The nine Muses on a Roman sarcophagus (second century AD)—Louvre, Paris
According to Pausanias in the later second century AD,[10] there were originally three Muses, worshipped on Mount Helicon in Boeotia: Aoid? ("song" or "tune"), Meléte ("practice" or "occasion"), and Mn?me ("memory"). Together, these three form the complete picture of the preconditions of poetic art in cult practice.

In Delphi three Muses were worshiped as well, but with other names: N?te, Mése, and Hýpate, which are assigned as the names of the three cords of the ancient musical instrument, the lyre.

Alternatively, later they were called Kephis?, Apollonís, and Borysthenís, which names characterize them as daughters of Apollo.

In a later tradition, a set of four Muses were recognized: Thelxinóe, Aoid? Arche, and Meléte, said to be daughters of Zeus and Plusia or of Ouranos.

One of the people frequently associated with the Muses was Pierus. By some he was called the father (by a Pimpleian nymph, called Antiope by Cicero) of a total of seven Muses, called Neil? (?e???), Trit?ne (???t???), Asop? (?s?p?), Heptápora (?pt?p??a), Acheloís, Tipopl? (??p?p??), and Rhodía (??d?a).


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 18 May 18 - 11:34 AM

And another sonnet- 85th to my reluctant muse.

Sonnet 16/05/18                      MCLXV


How can I write words worth a muse’s smile,
When I’ve not seen her for some time? I fear
That I repeat these lines, without muse near
To guide verse on. Can I hope to find new
Image in darkness? Without light as true
As I see in her eyes, how will I show
What muse means to my heart, or let muse know
That I find absence to be heart’s hope’s trial?
Can vision of muse serve to show a part
Of what is found in eyes: A light so pure
That verse is formed in mind? I must verse write
Of hopes and dream, but will words in my heart
Find path to page, without light to insure
The way? Can soul speak, with muse out of sight?



"Sonnets to My Muse" the first 293 to my Forever Muse, Rebecca.
( Clicky fixed from earlier post)
https://www.xlibris.com/Bookstore/BookDetail.aspx?Book=546662


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 28 Nov 17 - 12:40 PM

And of course, another sonnet:

Sonnet 1/11/17                                             MXCV


How can I friendship show, to one I care
For more than I have earned? She remains muse,
Yet I cannot now hear her dreams, nor share
More than concern: Of what she might refuse
I dare not seek. If I might bright smile win,
I would be satisfied to only hold
Past memories: Not dreams, as I would spin
Imagined touch into hopes far too bold.
I wish her only well, and that the night
Might remain sorrow-free, and days be spent
Without regret. Yet, have I still the right
To verses weave, much less that words be sent?
A decade does not alter my desire,
And dream of muse will still my verse inspire.


8-(E


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 28 Nov 17 - 12:30 PM

1383 days vs 1.3 hours...


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: Janie
Date: 28 Nov 17 - 12:20 PM

Not anymore :>)


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 28 Nov 17 - 11:22 AM

I have been last for 1383 days.


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 28 Nov 17 - 10:38 AM

"Sonnets to My Muse"

https://www.xlibris.com/Bookstore/BookDetail.aspx?BookId=SKU-000765381

Already available discounted on-line.



Bruce


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 14 Feb 14 - 11:42 AM

Happy Valentine's Day, all…


Sonnet 24/01/06                                     MXLIII

How can I balance longing with desire
To know my muse is happy? Is there chance
She might her lines resume, or does she tire?
Will she for my verse spare even a glance?
Wanting her smile, perhaps I should not tell
Of hopes, or my desires. Yet, she is muse,
The reason for verse: With her, all is well;
Without, dreams only heart and soul confuse.
Can I think about her, and not muse seek?
Not under stars, or moon, or sun: She holds
The power to dream of life to soul speak,
Yet, it cannot be muse that dream enfolds.
She is heart's hope, and dream's desire, but all
That I now hold cannot her smile recall.


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 12 Feb 14 - 01:11 PM

But this IS a sonnet:

Sonnet 24/01/06                                     MXLIV

Are you then muse, that I might find a rhyme
Reflected in your eyes? Know you the spell
To hold to dreams, and heart? Can you stop time
With power of just smile? Might you hopes tell?
I look at you, and wonder how to know
If you are what I seek: To dream, the light
Upon desire; To heart, reason to show
Longings to hold and be held throughout night.
Yet, do dreams matter? My thoughts do not bind
More than my own desires: You remain free.
I search, but do not know if what I find
Is just a dream, or vision of "to be".
I have no better means than to be bold,
And ask if you would want to my heart hold.


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: Musket
Date: 12 Feb 14 - 01:09 PM

Rhyme and meter?   I'm typing poetry, not lyrics!

Hillsborough, 26 December 1979
Sheffield Wednesday 4.0 Sheffield Utd

Hark now hear! The Wednesday sing!
United ran away!
And we will fight for ever more
Because of Boxing Day!


Now THAT'S poetry.....

If Irving Berlin had written it, it wouldn't be a sonnet either.


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 12 Feb 14 - 09:16 AM

any chance you might want to try something with rhyme and meter?





Another sonnet…


Sonnet 26/01/06                                     MXLV

Have I reason to think you might be more
Than just beautiful woman? Will you share
Some of dreams' light, and with smile hopes restore?
Can I dream that there might be chance you'd care?
What can I do to earn a smile or give
Soft laughter cause? It seems that eyes can say
As much as all my words: Must longing live
Upon just glance? Has hope led heart astray?
Might I ask evening to explore your mind?
Would starlight guide our conversation? All
I ask is that we have a chance to find
If you are one that might my verses call.
Can I try to within my arms enfold
A vision that dreams upon page have told?


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: Musket
Date: 12 Feb 14 - 07:57 AM

I wandered lonely as a cloud,
That floats on high,
Along trees and river banks.
I trod upon a bloke's bare arse,
And heard a women's voice say "Thanks."


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 11 Feb 14 - 12:10 PM

And post 3223!

Sonnet 07/02/06                                     MXLVI

Can dream of dream share enough with my soul
To ease my longings? Can hope give mind rest
At end of day, when dreams wake to control
All but themselves? Can my heart stand this test?
In all of past I cannot seem to find
The reason arms ache with the dream of you.
Yet, should I to absence remain resigned,
When dreams offer your eyes, and smile, anew?
Can cold reality offer me more
Than echoes of these dreams of muse provide?
Can dream any of hope to heart restore,
Or will heart learn to in itself abide?
Have I even a chance in dreams to hold
To one who all of my dreams of hope mold?


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 11 Feb 14 - 12:08 PM

another sonnet…



Sonnet 24/02/06                                     MXLVII

Does desire for muse give dream chance to know
What heart truly requires, or does it find
Only reflections of the past? To show
The future: Would that vision filled my mind.
I miss my muse: How can I feelings tell
Without those whispers in the night? I wait,
But only silence share. I've lost the spell
Muse cast with smile: Are all dreams now too late?
Yet, that she is happy should ease concern
And regrets fade with each thought of smile. All
That I long to hold her, should hopes return,
Does not lessen joy that she found love's call.
Should I ask for a heart, when I desire
Only that she send voice to dreams inspire?


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 11 Feb 14 - 11:58 AM

And something that I love- whether one reads it as a poem, or as a song…


Her Bright Smile Haunts Me Still
by W.T. Wrighton, in Heart Songs

'Tis years since last we met,
And we may not meet again.
I have struggled to forget
But the struggle was in vain.
For her voice lives on the breeze,
And her spirit comes at will,
In the midnight on the seas,
Her bright smile haunts me still.

For her voice lives on the breeze
And her spirit comes at will.
In the midnight on the seas
Her bright smile haunts me still.

At the first sweet dawn of light,
When I gaze upon the deep,
Her form still greets my sight
While the stars their vigils keep.
When I close mine aching eyes,
Sweet dreams my senses fill,
And from sleep when I arise
Her bright smile haunts me still.

When I close mine aching eyes,
Sweet dreams my senses fill,
And from sleep when I arise
Her bright smile haunts me still.

I have sailed 'neath alien skies,
I have trod the desert path,
I have seen the storm arise
Like a giant in his wrath.
Every danger I have known
That a reckless life can fill,
Yet her presence is not flown,
Her bright smile haunts me still.

Every danger I have known
That a reckless life can fill,
Yet her presence is not flown,
Her bright smile haunts me still.




Not a sonnet, but worthy of being brought out as often as possible.


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 11 Feb 14 - 11:45 AM

you seem to be twittering away your life…


another sonnet…


Sonnet 07/03/06                                     MXLVIII

Bright moon, shine upon muse and show her all
That might her joy increase. Can you muse teach
To gift world with her smile? Yet, dare dream fall
Back to desire for one beyond all reach?
I do not hear her, now, nor can I feel
Her thoughts, or dreams: How can I think to know
Her heart's desire, when silence from nights steal
All hopes from soul, that no future might grow?
I wait, for muse or sleep, but neither find,
And night brings heart no dream nor rest. How long
Must hope be beyond reach? Must I be blind
To all that muse does not share in her song?
I thank my muse for all that she has shared:
Yet, must I think it best if I'd not cared?


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 11 Feb 14 - 11:30 AM

Y,

BOO

2U

of course.

~M~


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 11 Feb 14 - 08:39 AM

Boo who?



Another sonnet…


Sonnet 13/03/06                                     MXLIX

I cannot sleep, for fear that I might dream
About a muse beyond all reach: I weep,
To know no hope I might past hopes redeem.
How can I even echo of dream keep?
I cannot stop thinking about her: She
Remains focus, unseen, of my desires.
My dreams are blind, without her: Heart can see
No hope nor dream without light muse inspires.
I cannot reach my arms to her, to hold
The one who holds my heart. For all I long
To longing hide, arms still ache to enfold.
Must I think that to find this muse was wrong?
I cannot forget, nor not care about
My muse: Yet, heart must this muse live without.


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 11 Feb 14 - 04:34 AM

B O O !!!!!

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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 10 Feb 14 - 09:39 AM

Sorry. Not many sonnets since I lost my muse…




Sonnet 23/03/06                                     ML

A clouded moon in western sky, and chill
Harsh winds show me the dream heart will acquire
Without a muse: All of present hopes will
Fade, and soul can only of cold night tire.
Silence fills dream, and night is cold, without
Thought of her within arms: How can I sleep,
When heart cannot rest? Must all be in doubt,
That I cannot even my past dreams keep?
All that I have are muse's gift, those lines
That hold moments of dream. Are they to fade
From page, or might those words remain, as signs
I once had one who gave my verses aid?
How can I not be sad, to know I've lost
This muse, and fear that will all of dreams cost?


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 07 Feb 14 - 05:49 PM

Yes, thank you. I was perfectly well aware of the source. But, while you're about it, I still think you might oblige with a sonnet to my bonnet, Bruce, you old meanie [even if just maybe it does look more like a baseball cap]. I mean, a gifted sonneteer like you can surely come up with one for such an occasion...


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 07 Feb 14 - 03:44 PM

Both Bing AND Judy sang the song. This is Judy's script, with Bing in the last stanza.


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 07 Feb 14 - 03:40 PM

by Irving Berlin

Never saw you look quite so pretty before
Never saw you dress quite so handsome - what's more

I could hardly wait to keep our date
This lovely Easter morning
And my heart beat fast as I came through the door
For...

In your Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it
You'll be the grandest fella in the Easter parade.
I'll be all in clover, and when they look us over
We'll be the proudest couple in the Easter parade.

On the avenue, Fifth Avenue,
The photographers will snap us
And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet, about your Easter bonnet
And of the guy I'm taking to the Easter Parade.

On the avenue, Fifth Avenue,
The photographers will snap us
And you'll find that you're in the rotogravure.

Oh, I could write a sonnet
About your Easter bonnet
And of the girl I'm taking to the Easter Parade.






Note that it is NOT a sonnet.


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 07 Feb 14 - 11:18 AM

Not I! That was some other handsome devil, in a movie.



Sonnet 30/03/06 To a Waitress at Franklin's   MLI

I envy now your jacket, holding tight
Round curves to dream about: Can words relate
How you hold eyes, and thought? Can I words state
To tell I find you beautiful, tonight?
Is there reason I should not enjoy sight
Of your sweet smile? I do not ask for more
Though I might dream: To your soft curves ignore
Is beyond all that could ever be right.
You would arouse desire in any man:
I would be fool to not stare and enjoy
All that I see, or pretend otherwise.
You need not try to longing for you fan.
Just presence is enough: A glance from eyes,
And you have power to dreams heal or destroy.


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 07 Feb 14 - 09:18 AM

But, come on, Bruce; aren't you going to write one about my Easter Bonnet? You promised!


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 07 Feb 14 - 08:35 AM

Another sonnet variant… ( As long as it is distinguished from the "standard" sonnet)


"Poetic Form; Caudate Sonnet
    The Sonnet, with so many variations, is probably one of the most famous and well-known poetry forms out there. The term Sonnet comes from and the Italian word "sonetto" and the Occitan word "sonet" which both mean "little song".

    Throughout all it's variations, a Sonnet is generally thought of as;
-A poem written in fourteen lines.
-Follows a strict rhyme scheme.
-Has a specific structure.
-Written in meter(usually iambic pentameter*).
-Often has a Volta.**

*Iambic Pentameter- Ten syllable lines with alternating stresses, beginning on an unstressed syllable, followed by a stressed syllable, than another stressed syllable, etc..and having five stresses total). If x =unstressed and / = stressed, this is what a ten syllable iambic line would generally look like(though variations ending on an unstressed syllable do exist.); x/x/x/x/

**Volta- A Volta is a point in a poetic work where the direction of the poem changes. It could mean a shift in thoughts or the shifting point in a piece where first part of the poem is a question and the second has the answer. Any shift in thought would be considered a Volta. The Volta is most commonly used when talking about Sonnets and often occurs in a specific point in the Sonnet, depending on which Sonnet form is used.

    Now, some would say that the Sonnet Variation I'm going to discuss isn't really a Sonnet because it doesn't contain fourteen lines. However, it is a variation on an the very well-known Italian Sonnet and does contain the Volta and is written in iambic pentameter. Regardless of whether or not you consider the Caudate Sonnet a true Sonnet, it is a very interesting form and as it is one of my favorites, I feel it is very enjoyable to write.

    The creation of the Caudate Sonnet, which is also known as the Caudated Sonnet and the Tailed Sonnet is credited to Francesco Berni. The form is written in iambic pentameter and has a total of twenty lines, with a Volta at line eight. It actually begins with the complete Italian Sonnet, followed by a Coda***, a Heroic Couplet****, another Coda, and finally a Heroic Couplet.

***Coda- The term "Coda" is from the Latin term "cauda", which means "tail". It generally occurs near the end of a piece and is shorter than the other lines in that work. In the case of the Caudate Sonnet; the Coda is a line written in three metric feet. Since the poem is written in iambic pentameter, one metrical foot is two syllables, an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable; x/. So, each Coda in the Caudate Sonnet is a line written in iambic trimeter, which gives it a total of six syllables. The stresses generally look like this; x/x/x/.

****Heroic Couplet- A Heroic Couplet is a two line, rhyming stanza written in Iambic Pentameter, where each line always has a masculine ending(ends on a stressed syllable). Using the variation on iambic structure to allow you to end on an unstressed syllable is NOT an option in a Heroic Couplet."


From AllPoetry.com


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 07 Feb 14 - 07:48 AM

I have no problems with other forms of verse- I just don't want people calling them sonnets.

By calling something a sonnet, the poet is stating that he is writing to meet a specific set of rules, and working within those rules. The term "ode" is also misused, but less rigorously defined.


I won't call a violin a piano ( both have strings) , so why should I accept calling a limerick a sonnet just because both are structured forms of verse?



But another sonnet…



Sonnet 04/04/06                                  MLII

Can heart find rest after hearing its muse,
While knowing she is gone? Can dream return,
Without her words? Does hope for smile excuse
Not taking chance to her desires learn?
Are echoes now enough to ease the pain
That losing muse has left? She was the light
To give dreams life: How can heart hope to gain
Vision to hold to soul, and sorrows fight?
Will there be chance to longings for her hold,
Or must desires remain ever ignored?
Is there no hope that words have feelings told,
And no future where past might be restored?
All future heart might feel, and those dreams see,
Will not replace that hope she once gave me.


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 07 Feb 14 - 06:26 AM

Sure,

but isn't he The Limerick Rake, just ———

♫♫ ~a young fellow that's easy and bold~ ♩♩

begorrah & bedad ····


~M~

I know I said I'd gone away but you didn't really believe me did you


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 06 Feb 14 - 01:34 PM

Musket

I would have thought the last line of your poem ( not a sonnet, but not bad)

should have been:

"But a woman of low reputation ."


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 06 Feb 14 - 01:31 PM

So, you want another sonnet?


Sonnet 04/04/06                                  MLIII

In time, tears will not form when I recall
Our conversations, and your words. You gave
Far more than I had earned: Could I not fall
For one whose inspiration still dreams save?
I cannot regret my concern: I hold
Your smile as precious. Still, perhaps I sought
Beyond hope's bound. I have only heart told:
I just return the love that you have taught.
Yet, should desire to hold you in my arms
Be such a crime, that dreams and hope must die?
What part of loving muse is it that harms
One I wish only well? Can hope not try?
I will not ask for more than that you tell
If you are loved, and all still remains well.


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: GUEST,Musket
Date: 06 Feb 14 - 01:19 PM

There was a young man of high station
Found by a pious relation
Making love on a ditch
To I won't say a bitch
But a woman of no reputation


Always been worried by that one. Where I come from having a reputation would describe the young lady.

No need for comments


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 06 Feb 14 - 09:16 AM

This thread DOES have a stated purpose:

…………………………………………………..
Subject: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: Little Hawk - PM
Date: 16 Mar 04 - 07:43 PM

Jim Dixon uttered something cosmic in another thread, regarding posts that kill threads. He said, "In every thread someone has to be last."

He's right. This is really something to ponder, so I have launched a thread to explore it in depth. Feel free to post and give your own thoughts on the matter.

WHO will be last in this thread???? Who will it be? And when will we know?

The suspense is mounting...

- LH
………………………………………………………………………………………….

Other than that…


Another sonnet:



Sonnet 06/04/06                                  MLIV

Will dawn follow this darkness? Will I find
Another muse to offer smile or dream?
I search, but in her absence hope is blind:
There is not light enough for tears to gleam.
Stars give no guidance: I can see no spark,
Nor beacon fire to show my heart the way.
I do not know if caring has left mark
Upon me, that I cannot desires say.
What can I do, to inspiration hold?
Where can I find a future? Will hope give
Some chance to fulfill dream? Is wish too bold,
That I should never let such longings live?
Far better to have cared for muse now lost,
Than not know love, no matter what the cost.


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 06 Feb 14 - 07:46 AM

"Besides, a possible lover of Ann Boleyn deserves some mention…"
.,,.
Well, if this thread is to become a 'purposeless' one, Bruce, to consist solely of whatever anyone thinks "deserves some mention", then I shan't bother to post to it, or even log on to it, again. Randomness is one thing: absolute anarchy another...

So it's all yours. Go go go with whatever you may deem to deserve mention

& I hope it keeps fine 4U ---

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤~M~❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 05 Feb 14 - 07:55 AM

Posts require PURPOSE, other than to post?

Who else is being held to this standard on this thread??????


But another sonnet…


Sonnet 15/04/06                                  MLV

Can hope now be reborn, or will it fade
Without whisper from muse? Is there a chance
For dream, and heart's desire? Has soul been weighed,
And wanting found? Do my words lack romance?
Vision does not a future show, to give
Reason for other than more tears. In time,
Heart might some new light find, that dream might live,
Yet can another ever past muse mime?
Does desire for dream make me fool, to care
Unwanted? Are my longings less than real?
Was it too much, to think to starlight share
With one who has given dreams all they feel?
But for desire to always her smile earn,
I might just ask that muse my heart return.



Besides, a possible lover of Ann Boleyn deserves some mention…

It was also at this time that Wyatt became acquainted with Anne Boleyn, the king's mistress and soon-to-be wife. Scholars have pointed to suggestions in his poems (particularly "Whoso List to Hunt") and other anecdotal evidence to posit that he was Boleyn's lover. It is difficult, however, to firmly establish their relationship. In 1536, Wyatt was arrested shortly after five men alleged to have been Boleyn's lovers were imprisoned. Boleyn herself was imprisoned and executed for adultery. Wyatt spent only one month in the Tower and shortly thereafter regained Henry's favor. He would serve Henry VIII in various offices in England and abroad for the remainder of his life, and by all accounts was an accomplished diplomat.


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 04 Feb 14 - 05:49 PM

Thanks, Bruce. Well-intentioned I am sure. But I can't help thinking that anyone who wanted to know what Wikipedia has to say of Wyatt would be perfectly capable of accessing the entry for himself. What precisely your purpose in pasting it?

~M~


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 04 Feb 14 - 03:48 PM

and 3200!!!


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Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 04 Feb 14 - 03:47 PM

But, since you posted, let me continue the countdown…


Sonnet 27/04/06                                  MLVI

I do not own my muse: I am possessed
By longing for her gift. Will she words send,
Echoes of dream, or is silence the best
That heart might hope for, to my longings end?
I do not wish for freedom from the chain
Desire and dream have wound around my heart.
Yet, should heart under her spell still remain
When she has no need for my dreams to start?
I do not have reason to think that time
Will alter situation: All dreams feel
Cannot change past. Can I hope with my rhyme
To even echo of her whisper steal?
I know dream is not real, yet I will rest
Knowing I was, for a while, by muse blessed.


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