24/6

I like writing sonnets-- really I do!
but often at night, I just want to sleep
so maybe I'll let a night or two go,
but I promise not more than once a week!

I made it a whole year writing each day
and I've found that I can do it no more
for no more poems awake I shall stay
when I'd much rather close my eyes and snore

I wish I were a better timekeeper
so I'd have them done well before bedtime
but now I choose to be a good sleeper
and I really don't think that's such a crime

Perhaps this will be an empty warning
if I can write a sonnet each morning

Training Video

Sitting in a day long training session
it's time for a video after lunch
while I am glad I chose this profession
all are as bored as me-- I have a hunch

This video is droning on and on
and in and out all these new teachers zone
The longest attention span is long gone
as almost all of us stare at our phones

I know that they have some important points
but there also is much repetition
even the trainer has long fled this joint
as he clearly expressed his opinion

If they know that their video's boring,
why do they seek to leave us all snoring?

Shakespeare Sunday: Sonnet Eleven

Though you wither now, you can bloom anew
through the offspring which you do leave behind
your bold energy need not die with you
as it becomes your kin's- no longer thine!

You have the potential for family
but also alone to wither away
your thoughts might just end all humanity-
earth would not live to see another day

Some people were just not made to bear kin,
but you hold the beauty they do not have
you cannot just hoard such beauty within
--all the beauty in the world would be halved

For people you are nature's perfect mold
Don't let the mold crumble as you grow old

Original:
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow’st
In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow’st
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;
Without this, folly, age, and cold decay.
If all were minded so, the times should cease,
And threescore year would make the world away.
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish.
Look whom she best endowed, she gave the more,
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish.
  She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby
  Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.

Brain Drain

I sit down to write and stare at the page
I am posed to write, but no words come out
Some days I feel just like a sonnet sage
but others don't know what to write about

Today is just one of those "don't know" days
I suppose yesterday was one as well
there is such a blank stare upon my face
it's as if I'm under some crazy spell

All the thoughts have been drained out of my brain
I can't think of a subject or a rhyme
I want to get off of this crazy train
I hope that it does not take too much time

I think I can press on and make it through
but I might have to miss a day or two...

Morning Routine

I woke up, as normal, at 5 am
I got out of bed and I brushed my teeth
though my jammies begged me not to leave them
I had to remove my warm cozy sheath

I jumped in the shower then washed my hair,
got out, toweled off, and put on some clothes
I blow dried my hair to match what I wear
I grabbed my lunchbox and downstairs it goes

I put my breakfast in the microwave
it let out a beep as a "done" warning
I packed a lunch for my hunger to stave
now this really had been a good morning!!

But halfway to work I was when it hit
Breakfast's in the kitchen... where I'd left it!

Off the Hook

I've given my sonneting lots of thought
and still I would like to continue it
but still on one detail I am oft caught
am I overdoing it just a bit?

Should I feel the pressure for one a day?
Perhaps give myself a break now and then
I have no such wish just to go away
but sometimes I'm too tired to lift my pen

To write daily I will still do my best
but perhaps I will slip up now and then
I just do not wish to feel quite so pressed
and be able to sleep early again

My dear readers I do not wish to jilt
but I would skip a few days without guilt

A Duck and a Goose

A duck and a goose went shopping one day
the duck needed things; the goose needed more
they met and went along their merry way
as they traveled the long path to the store

They finally reached their destination
and they pushed their cart through every aisle
they stopped by every sample station
and they stayed at the store for quite a while

Hours later, the pair started to walk back
home to the lake where the two of them lived
when the goose arrived  he opened his pack
and thought that he could not himself forgive

They had spent so much time having such fun
They'd bought not a single thing... nope! not one!

Delay

The overnight low is fifteen degrees
with morning wind chill of negative five
any standing water will surely freeze
and plants will be lucky to stay alive!

But yet something good may come of this cold
even as the roads start to turn to ice
would some drivers try to be quite so bold
to take this risk would be against advice

And so tomorrow school will play it safe
and begin a whole two hours later
for two more hours in bed I can lay
I'll just sleep and forget all the haters

Actually I think it would be fine
if school started every day at nine

Shakespeare Sunday: Sonnet Ten

Oh why do you wander through life alone?
And not take your future into account
It's not hard to find love, that much is known,
but alone you can to nothing amount.

Oh why do you hold so much hate within?
Seeking to bring an end to your own name
which you should grow strong and rejoice therein
but unto which you instead bring great shame.

Please reconsider your sad way of life
rekindle your cold heart and let in love
spread love to others and end all your strife
allow yourself to bitterness remove

Oh please! I beg you that you reproduce!
or the world will such a great beauty lose

Original:
For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any,
Who for thyself art so unprovident.
Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,
But that thou none lovest is most evident;
For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate
That 'gainst thyself thou stick'st not to conspire.
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
O, change thy thought, that I may change my mind!
Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love?
Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove:
     Make thee another self, for love of me,
     That beauty still may live in thine or thee.

Ablaze

Today I woke up with body ablaze
my arms and my legs all felt quite sore
But luck! Today I could do naught but laze
watching TV sitting there like a bore

But yesterday was not a boring day
there was much movement and activity
that is the reason I do feel this way
Oh exercise, what have you done to me?

After an hour I knew that I should stop
but I was just having way too much fun
Around and around, up and down I hopped
until finally I knew I was done

I ache again as I stretch out my hand
Oh why couldn't I stop playing Just Dance?

Unfair Conditioning

The weatherman said twenty-five degrees
so before I left I put my coat on
for if I did not, I would surely freeze
so I wrapped with the scarf I also donned

I got to the school and walked to my room
I took of my coat -- it was kind of warm!
it wasn't the usual stone cold tomb
I hoped and prayed this would be the new norm

The room was warm until after lunch time
then the temperature started to drop
The A/Cs on... who'd committed this crime??
and better still: How can I make them stop??

Perhaps this is just the truth of my school:
The room I am in will always be cool

Darkness

The darkness crept into my life unseen
when I though only light was to be found
so soon it was crawling all over me
it drank my blood, pulling me to the ground

I climbed up and briefly tasted sunlight
but was soon dragged down the depths again
it sucked from me all of my will to fight
I slipped and began to circle the drain

But down from the heavens soon reached a hand
pulling my out of this deep dark prison
back into the daylight and warmth so grand
surprised at myself for having risen

Now I try to keep one eye on the floor
to ensure that I do not fall once more

New Beginnings

Today is the first day of the new year
it is time for all to begin again
time to go back to school is almost here
but I just could not let my sonnets end

There's so much invested within this blog
So many hours spent pounding at keys
and nights with my head in a sonnet fog
leading to a result that does really please

Today marks a day of starting over
though now there is nothing that I would change
perhaps yesterday should have brought closure
but from the year I am not yet estranged

Although we are told we must say adieu
there are things that are worth holding on to