Much to be thankful for this month, including 5 sonnets!
Here's the SONNET SCHEDULE for NOVEMBER - let's get our sonnets ON!
Week of November 1st: 99
Week of November 8th: 105
Week of November 15th: 42
Week of November 22nd: 119
Week of November 29th: 7
As always - feedback, comments and creativity are welcome!
How many will join the Challenge?
Take a look around and get creative - make a video, audio, dance, or sculpture - anything you like!
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Saturday, October 30, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Day 42 - Sonnet #11: procreation, beauty, children, immortality
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A musical version:
Brave Soul:
The actor David Tennant (he's really much more strict about the "'st's!"):
As fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou grow'st,
In one of thine, from that which thou departest,
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
Thou mayst call thine, when thou from youth convertest,
Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase,
Without this folly, age, and cold decay,
If all were minded so, the times should cease,
And threescore year would make the world away:
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
Look whom she best endowed, she gave thee more;
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
As always - feedback, comments and creativity are welcome!
A musical version:
Brave Soul:
The actor David Tennant (he's really much more strict about the "'st's!"):
As fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou grow'st,
In one of thine, from that which thou departest,
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
Thou mayst call thine, when thou from youth convertest,
Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase,
Without this folly, age, and cold decay,
If all were minded so, the times should cease,
And threescore year would make the world away:
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
Look whom she best endowed, she gave thee more;
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
As always - feedback, comments and creativity are welcome!
Labels:
beauty
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children
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immortality
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procreation
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Day 41 - Sonnet #124: personification, time, state, fortune, love
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If my dear love were but the child of state,
It might for Fortune's bastard be unfathered,
As subject to time's love or to time's hate,
Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gathered.
No it was builded far from accident,
It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls
Under the blow of thralled discontent,
Whereto th' inviting time our fashion calls:
It fears not policy that heretic,
Which works on leases of short-numbered hours,
But all alone stands hugely politic,
That it nor grows with heat, nor drowns with showers.
To this I witness call the fools of time,
Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime.
As always - feedback, comments and creativity are welcome!
If my dear love were but the child of state,
It might for Fortune's bastard be unfathered,
As subject to time's love or to time's hate,
Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gathered.
No it was builded far from accident,
It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls
Under the blow of thralled discontent,
Whereto th' inviting time our fashion calls:
It fears not policy that heretic,
Which works on leases of short-numbered hours,
But all alone stands hugely politic,
That it nor grows with heat, nor drowns with showers.
To this I witness call the fools of time,
Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime.
As always - feedback, comments and creativity are welcome!
Labels:
fortune
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love
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personification
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state
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time
Friday, October 22, 2010
Day 40 - Sonnet #134: infatuation, hope, dark lady, frenzy, innuendo
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So now I have confessed that he is thine,
And I my self am mortgaged to thy will,
My self I'll forfeit, so that other mine,
Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still:
But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,
For thou art covetous, and he is kind,
He learned but surety-like to write for me,
Under that bond that him as fast doth bind.
The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,
Thou usurer that put'st forth all to use,
And sue a friend, came debtor for my sake,
So him I lose through my unkind abuse.
Him have I lost, thou hast both him and me,
He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.
As always - feedback, comments and creativity are welcome!
So now I have confessed that he is thine,
And I my self am mortgaged to thy will,
My self I'll forfeit, so that other mine,
Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still:
But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,
For thou art covetous, and he is kind,
He learned but surety-like to write for me,
Under that bond that him as fast doth bind.
The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,
Thou usurer that put'st forth all to use,
And sue a friend, came debtor for my sake,
So him I lose through my unkind abuse.
Him have I lost, thou hast both him and me,
He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.
As always - feedback, comments and creativity are welcome!
Labels:
dark lady
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frenzy
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hope
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infatuation
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innuendo
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Day 39 - Sonnet #100: personification, time, muse, excuses, blame, immortality
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A cool surfing sonnet submission:
And here's another from Michael Ackerman:
Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so long,
To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
Return forgetful Muse, and straight redeem,
In gentle numbers time so idly spent,
Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem,
And gives thy pen both skill and argument.
Rise resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,
If time have any wrinkle graven there,
If any, be a satire to decay,
And make time's spoils despised everywhere.
Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life,
So thou prevent'st his scythe, and crooked knife.
As always - feedback, comments and creativity are welcome!
A cool surfing sonnet submission:
And here's another from Michael Ackerman:
Where art thou Muse that thou forget'st so long,
To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
Return forgetful Muse, and straight redeem,
In gentle numbers time so idly spent,
Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem,
And gives thy pen both skill and argument.
Rise resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,
If time have any wrinkle graven there,
If any, be a satire to decay,
And make time's spoils despised everywhere.
Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life,
So thou prevent'st his scythe, and crooked knife.
As always - feedback, comments and creativity are welcome!
Labels:
blame
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excuses
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immortality
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muse
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personification
,
time
Saturday, October 2, 2010
October Sonnet Schedule
Hope you're having a lovely fall so far!
Here's the SONNET SCHEDULE for OCTOBER - let's get our sonnets ON!
Week of October 4th: 100
Week of October 11th: 134
Week of October 18th: 124
Week of October 25th: 11
As always - feedback, comments and creativity are welcome!
Here's the SONNET SCHEDULE for OCTOBER - let's get our sonnets ON!
Week of October 4th: 100
Week of October 11th: 134
Week of October 18th: 124
Week of October 25th: 11
As always - feedback, comments and creativity are welcome!
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