tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618360675361233471.post6097628804106028356..comments2010-03-14T10:44:23.728-07:00Comments on Sir Philip Sidney: Imitate Sir Astrophil, or his beloved StellaProf. Ketnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12366041145209664676noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618360675361233471.post-38056971945936853942010-03-14T10:44:23.728-07:002010-03-14T10:44:23.728-07:00Kali's imitatio:
Love Ballad
Why do I love th...Kali's imitatio:<br /><br />Love Ballad<br />Why do I love thee, my lovely,<br />Who is so grand^ and cuddly? <br />Is it because thou est flushed with intelligence?<br />Or pleases me with much prudence#? <br />Although thee may have violent moments;<br />Thou est my dear who radiates brilliance.<br />I love thee for the way thee cries<br />When thou get frustrated and think of lies;<br />About when I came in too late,<br />But dear, it surely wasn’t a date.<br />You are the only one I love,<br />Especially when I think of<br />How you sleep+ and what you wear, <br />The smell of your perfume, and your hair.<br /> <br />Why do I love thee, my lovely?<br />With eyes so bright and dovey%. <br />Is it because thee treats me so dearly?<br />Or holds me so nearly?<br />Thou est my heart and soul now and forever,<br />I can only hope thee can forget me, never.<br />Even though we’ve had our times of despair>, <br />I know thee will always be there <br />To comfort me in times of need<br />And forgive me in times of greed~. <br />Thou est the sun in the sky <br />And when the moon is nigh,<br />Thou kisses me with lips of rouge<br />Cette est* why I love thee, to conclude. <br /><br />^A great person, not big. <br />#Takes care of me with ease.<br />+In general, not in bed.<br />%Eyes like a dove.<br />>No relationship is perfect.<br />~I`ve been greedy toward her belongings.<br />*That isProf. Ketnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12366041145209664676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618360675361233471.post-60383966320855899302010-03-10T12:48:41.570-08:002010-03-10T12:48:41.570-08:00Stella's Response to Astrophil's 63rd
O A...Stella's Response to Astrophil's 63rd<br /><br />O Astrophil, you should rethink your speech.<br />Though grammar rules the words we use to speak,<br />And though I know you write with tongue in cheek,<br />Speak not, sit back, and let a master teach.<br />You write your words and think that they will reach<br />Into my mind and steal my heart away.<br />Take back the poem, try another day.<br />For you are not who should do preach. <br />I'll teach you something that you just might use<br />So that you could in truth call me your muse.<br />See lie and lay, look close at both of these. <br />One needs a thing to act upon—that's lay, <br />With lie, you see, it's not the same, I say,<br />But you won't lie with me 'cause I'm a tease.Devin Brassardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09151541429420972439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618360675361233471.post-19906375961062568892010-03-10T11:37:34.944-08:002010-03-10T11:37:34.944-08:00Stella’s Sonnet (Written in the voice and mindset ...Stella’s Sonnet (Written in the voice and mindset of Astrophil; i.e. Astrophil’s fantasy):<br /><br /><br />Astrophil, my love, I bleed for thy heart. <br />Time hath come and time hath gone. <br />Now let me play my sorrowful song. <br />It was his love that tore thee apart: <br />Indeed, his Riches played a most credulous part. <br />I couldn’t have done thee more wrong; <br />But somehow, thy love hath stayed strong. <br />The pain that thou suffered I do wish to impart. <br />Dear creature, let’s not be dismayed. <br />Cupid’s arrow hath fallen from the sky! <br />Think back on the witty games we once played… <br />Let’s give our love another try!<br />For I truly pity thy disgrace:<br />How could I have put thee in such awful a place?<br /><br /><br />Vanessa GroffAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03888972118785962916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618360675361233471.post-15332408201010667362010-03-09T19:24:52.991-08:002010-03-09T19:24:52.991-08:00Stella’s Sonnets
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This game we play you must ...Stella’s Sonnets<br /> <br />I.<br /><br />This game we play you must forgive,<br />For thou crave what I repeatedly deny.<br />Fighting for my attention, that I will not give,<br />For watching you struggle is worth the try.<br />And tho you aspire to obtain a kiss,<br />I pull back from your grip once more.<br />I smile to watch your pure lips miss,<br />For working this hard is such a chore.<br />Forgive my ignorance I cannot forsake,<br />Your flowers all but fell to short.<br />A plan is what you must learn to make,<br />To gain the passion of a woman of court.<br /> But I would rather fight with you to hold,<br /> Than to loose your love for jewels and gold.<br /><br />II.<br /><br />Tis true that pilgrims are what God made us be.<br />But God did not push Cupids arrows, <br />Nor let our bodies act true and free,<br />Nor make your love the song of sparrows.<br />For beauty is not meant to be kept in the shade,<br />But rather allowed to flourish in the sun.<br />Like our beauty our love must not fade,<br />Or my distance should not make you run.<br />Despite my cruelty I secretly admire, <br />To compare my stance as heavenly light.<br />A light that constantly pulls your desire.<br />My eyes more bright than Queen Mab’s sprites. <br /> And though I wish to be in your arms. <br /> This passion we share can only do harm.<br /><br />Jessica SandersJessica Sandershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17054525436313526564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1618360675361233471.post-71085510532976675242010-03-09T19:06:55.070-08:002010-03-09T19:06:55.070-08:00Sir Phillip Sidney on Love and Longing in the 21st...Sir Phillip Sidney on Love and Longing in the 21st Century:<br /><br />I’m not worthy to write of such beauty<br /><br />I’m not worthy to write of such beauty,<br />For no earthly words can capture her breast,<br />Though I will fulfill my writer’s duty,<br />For her eyes are my sun, I shall attest.<br />Her teasing fingers sort through shelves of books,<br />Oh, how I wish to become those bindings,<br />For through my pages, if she were to look,<br />My willing heart would be in her findings.<br />But my cover is plain, my pages torn,<br />I’m a novel who’s been read far too much<br />For red lips that look sweeter than the morn<br />And skin so pure, it shimmers on light’s touch<br /> Oh! if I could just know her name by look,<br /> Then I could surely find her on facebook.<br /><br />-Shawn StrackShawnStrackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16428747584073508140noreply@blogger.com