On My First SonFarewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy ;
My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy. Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy fate, on the just day. Oh, could I lose all father now ! For why Will man lament the state he should envy? To have so soon 'scaped world's and flesh's rage, And if no other misery, yet age ! Rest in soft peace, and, asked, say, Here doth lie Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry. For whose sake henceforth all his vows be such As what he loves may never like too much. Sonnet 30When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end. To LucastaTell me not (Sweet) I am unkind,
That from the Nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To War and Arms I flee. True, a new Mistress now I chase, The first Foe in the Field; And with a stronger Faith embrace A Sword, a Horse, a Shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more. A Time for EverythingThere is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace. |
PARODYSonnet Josh
One day I was given a teddy bear,
But came my mom and gave it a wash. My heart was broken, for it now had deep tears, Childhood memories were now squashed. “Why Mother, why must you do this to my Josh”? Tears strolled down my face more than ever, I cried to my mom, but she said, “Pish Posh”; Mom said that nothing lasts forever. She is wrong, Josh will live forgotten never. Our memories will live in my poems, In gratitude of his sweet endeavors. It’s winter now and I wish I could hold him. When we see each other, it’s not the same; But I will always remember his name. On My First Cellular DeviceFarewell, thou cellular device and thy joy;
My lust for late night phone calls with my boy Seven hours on the phone caused my heavy pay Spending every moment throughout the day Oh! Could I lose all minutes now! For why Did I spend much time, talking is key? To have so soon received the bill caused rage, as if no other great heartbreak were staged! Shed in soft peace, my nasty little phone bill; I will never again pass my limit. But if my boy shall call me again, Then I shall tell him to meet me at ten. Sonnet Ice
My love for thee is an ongoing fire.
My deep long stares are unnoticed by you, Yet I continue to love and desire. You and me, we can be the perfect two. Like no other, our love can be renewed. I am not phased by you leaving me cold, Just accept my unconditional love. Stick with me, and together we’ll grow old: No better story could ever be told. I wish your heart was warm, but yet it is ice. The way you left me outside in the cold, Just showed me why you shouldn’t be loved twice. All the thoughts and feelings are now off my mind. To you, I swear next time would leave me blind. To My Love“Call of Duty” is my main love,
Playing all night and day. New game comes out, I push and shove; I live my life to play. True, a new opponent I race, The first foe in the field. And with my gun, I go and chase; I kill, but never yield. Annoying voice rings in my ear, My mom opens the door. My obsession brings her to tears, But I will play some more. An App for EverythingThere is an app for everything, and excitement for every download into your new smart phone
an app for Facebook and an app for songs, an app for stocks and an app for fitness, an app for light and an app for games, an app for emails and an app for notes, an app for songs and an app for food, an app for news and an app for Skype, an app for Instagram and an app for Angry Birds, an app for Twitter and an app for Netflix, an app for love and an app for Groupon, an app for friends and an app for Ebay, an app for pulse and an app for alarms, an app for Words with Friends and an app for tears an app for maps and an app for Aim , an app for time and an app for apps |