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And how could I ever pen a sonnet?
So cried a lad's voice tinged in despair
At his mother who smiled in a Bonnet.
Dear child, 'tis as easy as flys birds of air:
First, always think about the poem's theme,
And let it echoe throughout three qautrains,
Like as a sweet dream in thy mind doth chime.
Always write freely as falls Summer rains,
Each line in iambic pentameter,
Ressolve the poem's theme by the couplet,
A tough but easy rule thou must remember,
For that pays off thou must never forget.
   Now go pick up thy quill, poetry ink,
   Let thy hand in a Well of sonnets sink.


#Decasyllabic
#Shakespearean sonnet
#Hints of penning a Shakespearean sonnet.


*Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Jumeirah, Dubai, 1st Jan 2018.
Dedicated to so dear a friend—"Kim Johanna Baker."
Dear Kim, though well I know thou art aware of the rules of a shakespearean sonnet, just wanted to add some infinitesmal ash of garnish... for after much pondering, i thought myriads of Bards who dwell  'neath clouds of curiosity on penning a Shakespearean Sonnet might find it a gem.
Thank thee for reading! Hope thou hast enjoyed such a gift from a lowly Bard. Please allow me take use of this golden happenstance to once again wish thee a blissful new year pervaded with timeless joy none canst ever destroy. And hey, just cant wait feasting about a sonnet penned by thee.
 Jan 2018 Ryan Holden
Traveler
And so it's still dark
From last night
On into today

I have yet to see
A single sun ray

Should the sun come up
Behind a grey dull sky

With not a spark to guide
My wondering eyes

Poetically blind
I try with all of my might

But I can't find nothing
Not a single thing to write

   Blinded by
This long winter's night....
Traveler Tim
If you look deep into someone’s eyes
You will follow the map into their lives

Look deep into my eyes
And you will see
A lifetime of ups and downs
But happiness of what all of you
Made me to be

My eyes are the map into my life
Look closely to see
How all of you
Have immensely impacted me..
Scatter kindness
Within our world
Each and every day
You will be shocked
It does not require as much
Effort as some may say
A smile, a helping hand
Just holding open a door
What you will find is that
Your positive attitude will begin to soar
Human existence is not meant to be alone
Yet, still we chose to live in a solitary zone
It takes effort for us to share our love
Oh,  but when we do we are blessed by Our Savior above
SCATTER KINDNESS
You will see
The world open to a life
That will lead others to believe
A mission which lies
Deep within our heart
To achieve
Scatter kindness about
BELIEVE, it is a start
~WKR~
HAPPY NEW YEAR
HAPPY NEW YEAR
TO MY HP FAMILY
The slices as delicate as her hands
had aroma of her love

her eyes deep ocean
made me forget my space

I slept on her touch
and she loved to touch me.

The beckons to be free
I dealt with her *****
and tears were her answer
when I tore apart the bond.

I loved her
but needed my rightful home
among the stars.
Like the last year, I begin this with a children's poem, or nearly one.
(https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1844700/cathy-and-the-spider/)
Happy New Year friends, I'm blessed to have your company.
 Jan 2018 Ryan Holden
betterdays
small upon the wire
extruded with such effort
she swings with the wind
capturing her  stability against
the verdent green, once secure
she again  launches, like a spelunker
down into the darkness of the bush
only to reappear and leap from leaf to leaf

having constructed her main lines
the little architect, then proceeded
with absolutley no fanfare
but an audience of two,
enthralled by her
bravado and industry,
to fill out the infield of the  construct

before setting some fishing lines out
off her main points,  to sway in the breeze
she  then  strolled  back into her leafy boudoir,
one presumes to have a well earned nap,
before dinner
my son and i spent over an hour watching a  largish spider, spin her web today in our garden....absolutely facsinating
High atop the spire beneath a cloudless sky
the Cross stands forlorn Christmas is nigh
since long in the past time beyond recall
no bells chime here is sung no carol!

But its heart still flutters as hears the Lord's voice
I carried your burden and set for you the choice
to do this world much good and love your fellow men
be happy in others' happiness take share of their pain!


Kind Lord mutters the Cross men still live for gain
act the way it seems your blood was shed in vain
they war and breed hatred between them raise wall
hanker for pelf and power in their loss they squall!


The church lies abandoned starkly white and bare
only the Cross bows to the Lord in silent prayer
hoping it's not far away when the bells would ring
the Lord would carry the Cross on his second coming!
Reflections on a visit to a Church in Dec 2013.
Reprised with minor edits.
Merry Christmas to my poet friends on HP, I'll be retiring to a remote village for the next 3 days.
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