sonnet: to oblivion

comrades let us rest a while before we walk our final mile fortune has withdrawn her smiles so now we must go out in style oblivion to us now doth call in tones both sweet and stern the water rushes o'er time's falls beneath a bridge already burned the way was long, and had its moments more of minus than of plus now its ended, and our opponents can sit and laugh at us the race is run - what else could we have done?

sonnet: to a bird

little bird, what makes you sing the same song every morn? your chirping is a weary thing that makes me wish i were never born oh! life is not very long and is devoid of much surprise but your repetitive song beneath the dreary morning skies only aggravates the bleakness of the empty yawning day and in my helpless weakness i just wish you would fly away the road is long, the sky is wide but neither of us has a place to hide

expanding universe sonnet #2

by helena garfield sternwall i strove to be a sensitive soul and love the world without restraint universal acceptance was my goal at any nastiness i would faint at first my fellow humans smiled and only slightly raised their brows but soon grew weary of my style and quit my company with polite bows "tiresome", "bluestocking" , "thundering bore" were the inevitable epithets i walked along a lonely shore no longer one of society's pets into darkness the idealist slinks as the world orders another round of drinks

expanding universe sonnet #1

everybody should write a sonnet as soon as they arise each day at dawn grab a pencil and get right on it before they even put their undies on because buddy it seems to me although nobody asked me for my view the world can not get enough poetry because it is always beautiful and true true, these are the end times the encroaching darkness can not be rolled back and polishing your syllables and rhymes will never get the cosmos back on track roses are red, violets are blue you got to do what you got to do