Masterblaster's perfect rhyme and form
Shows that's she's a poet rich and warm
With talent to write-up a major storm
But she has never written in this way
In sunny Italy is where she writes
With pen and paper sitting at the sites
Where ancient Romans whiled away their nights
Writing verse with stylus on soft clay
Myself I have to write in London town
And all that I can see is grey and brown
No wonder that I sometimes wear a frown
But I am sitting happily okay
Masterblaster gave a chance to play
Writing triplet sonnets here today
Author notes
I never know what to write when the choice is free. I hope this makes you smile.
In a list
A contest entry
- Sonnets with no set meter by masterblaster.
450 points, ended February 20, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please comment below. Spelling or rhyming or scanning corrections welcome.
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Well, recently she wrote up a major storm, or two, and are they beautiful!!!!!!!!! I agree with you. She's a wonderful writer. Her cat is too. I don't think that her cat writes nearly as well as she does, but with the usual feline arrogance, I believe Coco would dispute this. Admiring Masterblaster as I do, I couldn't pass up reading this poem!
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A tender sonnet and I'm sure Di loved it, for it's rich in imagery and warmth and made with love. A beautiful voice inside the words. I shall rad more later, marked you as a fav. --Robert
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Hi, lol, very amusing, all the best in the contest,Di
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Cute ...
and I'm sure she is duly impressed.
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I hope so
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What PP said... most appropriate initials, don't you think?
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Wonderfully penned, being a tribute, i shall not go off in rhyme but express the beauty in your words to lighten the mood of any one who needs a little smile.
Your awesome.
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This started out as a reply to your comment, but I like it so I'm going to post it as a poem too!
Thank-you
Its much more fun when you have things to say
About a friend you speak to ev'ry day
But just with words I always like to play
And so I wrote a po-em for MB
The MB that I penned about in rhyme
May not in fact exist in re-al time
But I hope that she won't think it crime
That I invented her in rhyme for me
Ev'ryone I know that writes on here
Tends to fill my heart with special cheer
I've only been around a half a year
So little time to know the friends I see
But maybe you all fear that I shall be
Around for what may seem eternity
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