ladys thread

[Magus]

I have two of the six I have posted here. I'll just retype them for your convenience:

In vain your suitors speak unto their gods.
They pray for bravery enough to last
Your meeting, then beg to be no cod.
Your smile's what makes these wooing lovers chaste.

They cry unto you for a favored hand,
A loving kiss, or for some tenderness.
Your suitors, all, of this, must make demands;
And speak of high ambitions you should bless.

They call for unjust dues when you reject;
Demand a prize that belongs not to them.
For you, in sooth, they seek not to protect;
Only horde you, as if a gaudy gem.

You aren't a feline, Kat, for them to buy.
Belong you not to me but to the sky.


And...


Like a firefly dancing on the wind,
Dodging from here to there, from to and fro,
Afraid from when this Tommyknocker grinned;
Then flee in terror'd flight with tail a-glow.

A boy now runs, his jar in hand, for you.
He plans for your beauty to contain,
Your light and fire to ever make his pew.
For favored glow he seeks then to retain.

Little firefly, dancing in the sky,
Glitter, shine and light up this midnight land
To give light unto those who cannot see.

And as your light comes near, as it draws nigh
To gently touch down in my open hand
I understand all that I might yet be.



But you probably want some more professional ones? Well here are two of my favorite. In this order is Shakespeare's Sonnet #18 and Sir Philip Sydney's Sonnet #3 from Atrophel and Stella.


Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.



Let dainty wits cry on the sisters nine,
That, bravely masked, their fancies may be told;
Or Pindar's apes flaunt they in phrases fine,
Enam'ling with pied flowers their thoughts of gold;

Or else let them in statelier glory shine,
Ennobling new-found tropes with problems old;
Or with strange similes enrich each line,
Of herbs or beasts with Ind or Afric hold.

For me, in sooth, no Muse but one I know;
Phrases and problems from my reach do grow,
And strange things cost too dear for my poor sprites.

How then? even thus,—in Stella's face I read
What love and beauty be, then all my deed
But copying is, what in her Nature writes.




How's that, then? You have four sonnets; 2 Italian and 2 English, 2 of mine and two of people who's words matter more.

[who me]

will there be a sonnet about a armadillo?

[Magus]

Eventually yes, there will be one for the armadillo.

[who me]

yes but it must be about a armadillo to.

[Magus]

I wouldn't have it any other way.

[FallenStars&Angels]

yay! iviva el armadillo! if only every guy would write sonnets for armadillos...the world would be a much better place

[who me]

maby w should start a armadillo cult.

[mydreamreality]

just jumping in, ladies.....but the first post i read on this thread was interesting enough, an armadillo cult? fun fun....

[Magus]

Yes. And I'm the one charged with writing the armadillo a love sonnet.

[who me]

yup this is one wacky tea party hear in the lady's thread. Alice and the mad hatter were nothing compared to the mad armadillo sonnet's.

[FallenStars&Angels]

wooooooooooooo!!!! an armadillo cult is an awesome idea!! and we shall exault the armadillo, and magus shall be the offical armadillo sonneteer, and we shall be the Cult of the Mystical Armadillo, and shall do mystical things, like light mystical candles and wear mystical uniforms, and hold mystical bake sales to fund the mystical uniforms...

[who me]

not to mention the party's with costumes like in 'eye's wide shut'
and the armadillo dance.