BS: In every thread someone has to be last!

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: Little Hawk
Date: 11 Aug 05 - 06:54 PM

wwd

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: Little Hawk
Date: 11 Aug 05 - 06:55 PM

And furthermore...flip off!

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: Little Hawk
Date: 11 Aug 05 - 06:55 PM

And I mean that!

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 11 Aug 05 - 06:56 PM

sonnet 2 of 1018...


                 Sonnet 06/12/73        To an Angel's Child        II

                Love is like a summer flower; wind-blown
                Petals, frost-thin, fragile, enveloping,
                Enclosing hearts with such pleasures as known
                Only to angels, who joyfully sing
                Out their souls. But earthly mortals cannot
                Fully comprehend such abstract ideals,
                Being here only now, so soon to rot
                Away, like old leaves: We only can feel
                The human thoughts of pride and greed, not love,
                Since love is the total devotion for
                A single soul, for which we look above.
                For we may only look, as nothing more
                Than looks, such as angels' songs and love true,
                Can penetrate to earth, except to you.

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: Little Hawk
Date: 11 Aug 05 - 06:56 PM

6

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 11 Aug 05 - 06:57 PM

sonnet 3 of 1018...


                Sonnet 12/12/73                               III

                The stars, as diamond dust on velvet sky,
                Gems of heaven, which I would like to set
                Within her raven hair, and I would let
                These lesser gems be settings for her eyes.
                And heaven's songs of joy, they are but sighs
                Against the sound, after our lips have met,
                Of her breath; the scent of skin, just slightly wet,
                Makes flowers' perfumes seem on her but lies.


                I cannot write of all my total love
                For only her; the words are never here;
                They do not say the thoughts within my soul.
                There are no words for this, even above.
                I do not despair, I can only fear
                That she will never know what made me whole.

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 11 Aug 05 - 06:58 PM

sonnet 4 of 1018...


                Sonnet 14/12/73                                IV

                The golden glow, after an autumn rain,
                Of sunlight, on the withering, dying grass,
                Is mellow, beautiful, yet like a strain
                Of music, ending some celestial mass.
                The ruby glow, after the twilight sun
                Has dipped below the far horizon line,
                Is fiery, majestic, yet is as one
                With the ruddy glow of some well-aged wine.
                The pearl-gray glow, after the moon is up,
                Is eldritch in intensity, but meaningful;
                Not foretelling death within its silver light,
                But giving lovers light by which they sup
                On life lightly together, with love full.
                They live for now, with love against the night.

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 11 Aug 05 - 06:59 PM

sonnet 5 of 1018...


                Sonnet 14/12/73        Chance Encounter        V

                My soul as distant as the clouds above,
                I watch the crowds, and then, without a stir,
                The halls are empty. Could it be, is it her
                Presence that brings back memories of her love,
                That sweet, if only temporary love?
                Is it, then, so much akin to flowers,
                To bloom each spring, only in fall to slumber?
                Was it her fate to cause my soul to move?
                Is there no escape from it? Can I live
                Alone, with not a friend to keep me warm;
                Without her love, from which my soul derives?
                Is my soul then but calm before the storm?
                Will I never be free of her in thought?
                Where is that peace of soul that I have sought?

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 11 Aug 05 - 07:00 PM

sonnet 6 of 1018...


                Sonnet 16/12/73                                VI

                I can't imagine life without her love;
                Myself alone, sitting alone, hopeless.
                My love is here, but many parts thereof
                Are weakened, linked to her, not here, no less.
                I can't imagine life without her smile,
                Never again to see her angelic face.
                There is no beauty left to this world, while
                Here alone I sit, as if in disgrace.
                I can't imagine life without her thoughts
                To bring me back, out of the black-souled pit:
                That all is vanity and comes to naught
                Would I believe, without our thoughts to knit.
                My life means nothing without her love to share.
                Where can I find her? Where can she be? Where?

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: Little Hawk
Date: 12 Aug 05 - 10:44 AM

You poor soul...

Here's my take on it:

I can imagine life without her love...it would be just like last week. ;-)

Myself alone, enjoying my music, models, books, and friends...
My love is here, right inside my own heart
Strong and secure, linked to her, because we are one in Spirit.
I can't imagine life without her smile, because it lives in my consciousness, regardless of where she is.
I see her angelic face in my mind's eye.
The world is full of beauty. She is just one facet of that.
I'm a lucky guy.
My life means everything to me, whether or not I have her.
Where can she be? Probably where she wants to be, and that's good.
I love her, so I want her to be happy.
Maybe it would make her happy to be elsewhere? With someone else?
If so, I will support that, because her happiness is my happiness, and that means I free her to be and do exactly what she wants, with whom she wants.

This is freedom for both. Love imparts freedom, not bondage.

(the above is NOT a poem, it's a statement)

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 12 Aug 05 - 02:09 PM

LH, No arguement.


"I see her angelic face in my mind's eye.
......
I'm a lucky guy.
.....
I love her, so I want her to be happy.
Maybe it would make her happy to be elsewhere? With someone else?
If so, I will support that, because her happiness is my happiness, and that means I free her to be and do exactly what she wants, with whom she wants.

This is freedom for both. Love imparts freedom, not bondage."


Isn't this exactly what I have said, many times, in my sonnets to my muse?

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: Little Hawk
Date: 12 Aug 05 - 02:25 PM

Yup, probably is. I was just responding to that very last poem you posted at 11 Aug 05 - 07:00 PM. I remember feeling like that a lot. It's like being in hell.

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 12 Aug 05 - 02:29 PM

Please note the date and year... December of 1973.....

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: Little Hawk
Date: 12 Aug 05 - 02:34 PM

Aha! Well, pardon me for not noticing that...

I was probably even worse than that in '73. I could've written a PHD in unrequited love and romantic despair. ;-)

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 12 Aug 05 - 02:36 PM

no problem.

Here is the sonnet from last night/this morning ( 1st poem posted here today)


Sonnet 12/08/05                      MXIX

Muse is both judge and jury: Smiles decide
The worth of my endeavors, and my dreams.
All I say cannot my longings confide,
That I see hope only in her eyes' gleams.
How can I find the means to dreams repay,
To reflect shadow of the light dreams give?
I would heart share: But can I hope to stay
Under her spell, when only my dreams live?
I want more than my dreams: I want to know
That she is happy. Should I try to hold,
Or offer kiss? Dare I let my hopes grow,
When I have not my muse's dreams been told?
Is there even a chance that I might lift
The cloud that haunts muse, with my own heart's gift?

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 15 Aug 05 - 06:27 PM

so, I win?





8-{E

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: JennyO
Date: 16 Aug 05 - 06:05 AM

Nope :-)

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 16 Aug 05 - 01:21 PM

are you sure?

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: JennyO
Date: 17 Aug 05 - 08:42 AM

Yep!

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 17 Aug 05 - 01:01 PM

Well, I will have to agree to disagree with you...

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: JennyO
Date: 18 Aug 05 - 10:50 AM

And I have to agree to disagree to agree to disagree with you - or something like that :-)

Meanwhile, here is a little haiku to keep us wondering:

Why are we all here?
Who will be last in this thread?
We may never know.

Jenny

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 18 Aug 05 - 12:13 PM

and I agree to agree to agree to disagree...   never mind.

So, I should start posting the remaining sonnets? I still have 7-1019 to go, unless I take pity and remove the ones to my muse I have already posted.


8-{E

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: JennyO
Date: 18 Aug 05 - 12:26 PM

Sure BB - bring 'em on!

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 18 Aug 05 - 12:40 PM

You might regret that comment. The early ones are of... indifferent quality. I must plead youth and lack of the extensive study I have put in in the years since they were written. Please look at the year BEFORE making comments- but comments will be looked at.


                Sonnet 18/12/73        Appelatory                        VII


                Lovely one, who has my soul in yours to hold,
                Of whose love I only wish a fraction.
                I'd trade, for but a breath, be I so bold,
                Such as I value, beneath comparison.

                Part of my heart is gone, now and forever,
                All of my thoughts are lost, only to you,
                Remembering only you, knowing that never,
                Recalling your love, again to take joy in love new.

                My heart is lost to you, O dearest friend;
                You alone control my words and thoughts.

                Lately, I wait, alone, for dreams to end,
                Only to onward dream, knowing that naught,
                Vain thoughts, can ever result of unshared love.
                Ever hoping, against my fate decreed above.

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: JennyO
Date: 18 Aug 05 - 01:24 PM

I can see a difference in style between this older one and your newer ones. I don't pretend to be an expert on poetry in general, or sonnets in particular, but for what it's worth, there is something appealing and fresh about this older one that I like. I suspect it may be looser in a technical sense, and that may even be part of its charm.

So keep 'em coming. I'm off to bed now for a while. It's 3.22 in the morning here in upside-down land :-)

Jenny

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 18 Aug 05 - 01:39 PM

Sonnet 21/12/73        To Theresa                        VIII

                O little one, who as from heaven sent,
                You are an angel, in diminutive disguise;
                A spot of silver light, a Christmas present,
                A beautiful woman with pixie eyes.
                Like spring incarnate, you bring a breath of life
                Into these tomb-like halls, that need some hope,
                Because of arguments, dissensions: Strife
                With which, alone, we cannot ever cope.
                But you. it seems, have hope enough for all,
                And gladly I do share of it with you
                At this moment in life; green leaf in fall,
                So grows this hope, for old as well as new.
                I dedicate this poem to you, inspired
                By you: This work my feeble pen has sired.

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: 42
Date: 11 Sep 05 - 10:46 AM

well, I'm glad to see that no matter if the road should end the sonnet will travel on.

Back from an extended summer tour and on line again.

it'll be good to hear you all again.

j

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 12 Sep 05 - 09:52 AM

Sonnet 22/12/73        Spectrum                        IX

                The blue of sunlight, on snowflakes dancing
                Round me, chills my heart with diamond beauty;
                That light only my loneliness enhancing,
                As here I am, and you are not with me.
                The red of twilight, as the evening deepens
                Round me, chills my heart with dying splendor;
                That light only my loneliness does darken,
                As here I am, and you aren't to me near.
                The amber, flickering light of a candle's flame
                Round me, chills my heart with solitary grace;
                That light on only my heart can I blame,
                As here I am, and cannot see your face.
                These lights do not my soul illuminate;
                Loneliness has darkened heart, appraised of fate.

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: 42
Date: 25 Sep 05 - 03:46 PM

so, having returned, promptly became immersed in five year olds and haven't been back since.

a non-sonnet

Cloth

The fabric was gossamer
Tragically warped
The emperor's clothes hung to dry
Pride and desire
Pathetic delusion
as elusive as a drunken promise.

It's a pattern known well
The colours are fading
Edges are worn and the style is so jaded
Tattered and frayed
Patched darns as fragile
as a silk cocoon

The weft that was woven is twisted and torn
Tangled,
Tangled up in you

Caught in a kitten's reverie
In a place where no end is up
Bested and worsted by love's snarled string
Trapped and tickle tortured...triumph
as frail as a peeling sunburn

The weft that was woven is twisted and torn
Tangled
Tangled up in you

Cloth fashioned in dreams
Unravelling seams
Barely noticed until laid threadbare
Brittle and broken
Sodden and soaking: Worn as a penance.

The weft that was woven is twisted and torn
Tangled
Tangled up in you

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 26 Sep 05 - 06:42 AM

Sonnet 23/12/73                                        X

                I wander, underneath the stars at night,
                Without a guide to lead me on, homeward.
                For, without you, my love, who is my light,
                I'm lost within a darkness, love deferred.
                I walk beneath a dead-gray, faceless moon;
                As aimlessly, alone, I seek a goal,
                Reading the moon, like as some Nordic rune,
                An iron disc, within a sky of coal.
                I stand below the fleeing clouds on high,
                Wishing to flee from memories of you,
                As if to run from falling stars, and why?
                Dead memories, of which I have but few.
                Lost without you; your painful memory
                The only source of guidance given me.

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: 42
Date: 16 Oct 05 - 09:54 PM

me again, surfacing for air...

i tried to run from a falling star once...wishful thinking.

j

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: Little Hawk
Date: 16 Oct 05 - 10:42 PM

So...whaddya think about Flapmorton as a name for a boy child?

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 17 Oct 05 - 07:43 AM

ok, you asked for it...

Sonnet 259 of 263 to my most recent muse

Sonnet 16/09/05                              MXX

Only dream gives reason to think you'll share
A part of your desires: To let me know
What I might do to longing for you show.
Can I ignore chance, and not my dreams dare?
I have only hope that you'd want my care,
When silence and fears fill mind, and tears flow.
Should I continue to let desire grow
For future, when I cannot past repair?
Yet, you remain sweet muse, though shadow falls
Upon my dreams. I try to reach your light
To heal heart, but arms fail to hold concerns.
Now, the longing for your kiss in dream calls,
But I am tied to past: I fear to write
Of love until dream knows that hope returns.

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: 42
Date: 17 Oct 05 - 05:45 PM

ahhhh...but that I was that muse.

j

ps. depends how ugly the kid is

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: Little Hawk
Date: 17 Oct 05 - 05:53 PM

You know, BB, I have to tell you that enduring your romantic poetry all these months on an otherwise perfectly viable thread has been quite a trial for me. I realize you enjoy it for some reason. I realize that it emotionally fullfills you somehow. I realize that it's not my place to judge your poetry, but....

This is MY friggin' thread!!! I started it. Fer Chrissake, why don't you start a thread ABOUT your muse and post there instead?

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 18 Oct 05 - 07:11 AM

Sonnet 260 of 263 to my most recent muse



Sonnet 22/09/05                         MXXI

Bright muse, you are enough of dream to call
Forth more than just desire: You are the source
Imagination draws hope from. Yet, all
Heart has to offer cannot your smile force.
Must I not want your happiness? I ask
For you to tell what it is you desire:
Should I attempt to all my longings mask,
Or might I let line list why you inspire?
I seek more than I might deserve, but less
Than my own dreams desire: Might you be kind,
And give my visions light? Might I confess
That I find you forever in my mind?
I cannot silent stay, and dreams ignore:
You have the power to my heart restore.

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 18 Oct 05 - 07:16 AM

LH,

First of all, Happy Birthday!

I made my intention quite clear, here, about my verse. All you need to do is let me be the last post...


42,

I have lost my muse. I wish her only joy and happiness, but should no longer write to her.



"Now is the winter of my discontent"

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: 42
Date: 18 Oct 05 - 08:48 PM

she, and she alone, was the constant in my falling skies
a fixed point in a gallery of shooting stars
an anchor in the boiling sea
a beacon in my dark.

i am on the rocks.

j

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: Little Hawk
Date: 18 Oct 05 - 09:38 PM

Thank you, BB. I appreciate your good wishes. ;-)

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 19 Oct 05 - 07:13 AM

Sonnet 261 of 263 to my most recent muse


Sonnet 01/10/05                              MXXIII

I cannot ask for more than that muse finds
The love she desires, and deserves. I know
I should not more than dream: Still, caring binds
My heart, and verse always must feeling show.
I cannot pretend not to feel regret
That my words had not strength to hold her thought.
Could I have futures changed, had I just let
Heart speak without rhyme? Have I failure sought?
I cannot want less than her smile: The cost
To me matters not. Yet, my heart is repaid
By what she has inspired: I have not lost
The pleasures thought of her has in dreams made.
Dreams are not enough, for reasons to desire:
I need not hope to love for her inspire.

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: ranger1
Date: 19 Oct 05 - 11:58 AM

Got you last, BB!

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 19 Oct 05 - 01:45 PM

Sonnet 262 of 263 to my most recent muse



Sonnet 01/10/05                            MXXIV

I owe you more than ever words can pay,
For giving light, to move darkness from soul.
I think you know my feelings: Should I say
Heart remains in your debt, and dreams control?
You are reason to dream: The lines you share
Reach into me, and entwine soul. You fill
My heart with longing, yet I know you care
For another: I'll not fight your will.
I will always a part of you retain:
A vision to remove despair. I hold
No more than that. My hopes still want to gain
Your love, but know no chance to muse enfold.
I cannot wish that you ever have tears,
And I have no hope to defeat your fears.

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: ranger1
Date: 19 Oct 05 - 07:47 PM

I know it's futile, but gotta try anyway.

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: Little Hawk
Date: 19 Oct 05 - 08:42 PM

I know why she left you, man...

Too many danged sonnets, that's why! ;-)

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 20 Oct 05 - 08:02 AM

too many? One poet wrote over 50,000= more than 3000 in one year. I COULD start posting his, but have more of mine still to put on here...

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 20 Oct 05 - 11:03 AM

sonnet 263 of 263 to my most recent muse...

Sonnet 16/10/05                         MXXVI

I find, in absence, echoes: Shadow forms,
Lacking substance of dream. I am now blind,
Without muse-light: How can heart hope to find
A path, when hopes are now nothing but storms?
Without her, dreams do not find bright desire,
Nor reasons to my sorrows soothe: The night
Now time to fear, I would not lose the right
To let thoughts of her smile regrets inspire.
Should I not remain thankful for the time
That dreams of her and hope gave peace of mind?
No future, but I hold the past to bind
These echoes of hope sealed inside my rhyme.
Let me remember dreams, and try to feel
Enough of hope to some of sadness heal.

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: Little Hawk
Date: 20 Oct 05 - 01:23 PM

Just think if William Shatner got the bug and started writing sonnets. Wouldn't that be great? Specially if he churned out, say, 15 or 20 of them every day, and posted them all here. Wow. I get chills just thinking about it.

I'm gonna give him a call and suggest it.

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 20 Oct 05 - 01:42 PM

LH


Just remember the August Treaty. I will post no more than two sonnets a day here, unless you violate the terms of the agreement...

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: 42
Date: 26 Oct 05 - 04:25 PM

that treaty must have been signed while I was away on tour.

Anyone with the organizational skill and determination to write more than one sonnet (my total) will certainly be able to abide by the letter of the 'law'.
jen

Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last!
From: beardedbruce
Date: 26 Oct 05 - 04:39 PM

Sonnet 23/12/73                        XI

                O beautiful Suzanne, your opal charm,
                Your eyes, your face within its raven frame,
                Have powers unknowing, my heart to harm
                Accidentally, by gentle words the same.
                Could I but give my soul to you from me,
                It would be only to return to you
                What always has been, and ever will be,
                The possession of which is but your due.
                Around you center my thoughts of love and joy,
                Your presence alone that brings to me some hope;
                Gift of, to me, a smile, demure and coy,
                Enhances life, extending out its scope.
                To you, because of this, I only ask,
                Treat me kindly, if with me falls your task.