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Apr 18 16, 22:55
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I tried to write this in the vernacular and speech pattern used in his day.
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Wouldst thou bequeath a love so sweet to still his summer dreams apace or but a merry measure mete? The merest kiss upon his face
avows that sleep will come as death, unlike sweet thoughts, belated now. No Autumn trysts or quickened breath from shy nymphs of the woods; for thou
shalt make a pyre of heart and soul. Thy heat may make the great pines groan and beauty every voice extol but when sweet violets are thrown
upon the bosom of the stream they’ll disappear in each man’s dream.
S2 did read: unlike sweet thoughts, belatedly. No Autumn trysts or quickened breath from shy nymphs of the woods; for thee
Snippets used: a love so sweet, his summer dreams, a merry measure, sleep will come, like sweet thoughts, nymphs of the woods, great pines groan, when sweet violets, bosom of the stream
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Apr 22 16, 10:04
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I did one too, but there's little point in posting.
Shelley Snippet
My ship lies windless, moored by chain and anchor, a hint of music taunts and toys with me; nymphs of the woods in unison are singing enchanting songs, like sirens out at sea.
I know that sleep will come yet in the harbor, but soon we sail the bosom of the stream. As great pines groan, a west wind takes us outward; a love so sweet fulfills my summer dreams. *
It seems a merry measure for a youngblood, to sail like sweet thoughts to a foreign shore and see its frozen dew and stunning icebergs, enjoy hot times with girls in Singapore.
My golden plumes co-mingle with salt-air-wind and flow until we hardly trim the sails; then when sweet violets ring bells of home port it's “Ship ahoy!” like sweet thoughts without fail.
* changed snippet 6 “his = my”
1. nymphs of the woods
2. sleep will come 3. bosom of the stream 4. great pines groan 5. a love so sweet 6. his summer dreams
7. my merry measure 8. its frozen dew
9. my golden plumes 10. until we hardly 11. when sweet violets 12. like sweet thoughts
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Apr 23 16, 04:30
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It's always hard IMO writing in the vernacular so I think you have done very well with this.
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Apr 24 16, 02:58
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Hi Larry, I've been having Internet troubles as well as computer ones...aaargh! Will have to invest in a new desktop, mine is about 12 years old and begs retirement. I absolutely love your poem and the way you've used the vernacular speech pattern so deftly. I believe I read this one before, probably in the original forum. Hmm...memory is not so good. QUOTE (Larry @ Apr 19 16, 00:55 ) I tried to write this in the vernacular and speech pattern used in his day.
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Wouldst thou bequeath a love so sweet to still his summer dreams apace or but a merry measure mete? The merest kiss upon his face
avows that sleep will come as death, <<<<<somehow I also think of Romeo and Juliet, probably because of it's being W.S.'s 400th. anniversary. unlike sweet thoughts, belatedly. No Autumn trysts or quickened breath from shy nymphs of the woods; for thee
shall make a pyre of heart and soul. <<<<<I'd have sworn this was from a snippet. A pyre was indeed made for Percy. Thy heat may make the great pines groan and beauty every voice extol but when sweet violets are thrown
upon the bosom of the stream they’ll disappear in each man’s dream.
Just wonderful, Larry, I'm going to bring over the challenges that Lori posts on FB, there are a few new ones there and people just answer them without coming to MM. It's a shame, members are fading away.
Snippets used: a love so sweet, his summer dreams, a merry measure, sleep will come, like sweet thoughts, nymphs of the woods, great pines groan, when sweet violets, bosom of the stream
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Mis temas favoritos The Lord replied, my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.
"There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction."
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Apr 24 16, 03:27
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Hi Merlin, So glad you posted here! Get things moving a bit. And in a good way, because you and Larry write great sonnets. Such a shame people post only on FB. Lori is leading MM to its doom...a shame!
QUOTE (Merlin @ Apr 22 16, 12:04 ) I did one too, but there's little point in posting. Shelley SnippetMy ship lies windless, moored by chain and anchor, a hint of music taunts and toys with me; nymphs of the woods in unison are singing enchanting songs, like sirens out at sea. I love the way you've merged sounds from the woods with others from 'out at sea'. Your ship must be in a harbor, waiting for winds to set its sails on a long journey. Nice alliterations in L2.
I know that sleep will come yet in the harbor, but soon we sail the bosom of the stream. As great pines groan, a west wind takes us outward; a love so sweet fulfills my summer dreams. * Oh, I see now that your ship will be heading downstream towards the sea. Must be a small sailing-ship if it's sailing in a stream...LOL. Lovely stanza. It seems a merry measure for a youngblood, to sail like sweet thoughts to a foreign shore and see its frozen dew and stunning icebergs, enjoy hot times with girls in Singapore. Oh my goodness, your ship is going around the world!! Icebergs and hot girls in Singapore!! Take care!!!My golden plumes co-mingle with salt-air-wind and flow until we hardly trim the sails; then when sweet violets ring bells of home port it's “Ship ahoy!” like sweet thoughts without fail. * changed snippet 6 “his = my” I can just imagine you wearing golden plumes...wow! I don't know enough to crit, but L3 makes me stumble...dunno. Perhaps L4 as well. Larry, please come over and scan Merlin's piece, that way I learn as well. I've got a sonnet way down the line that I intend to fix following your suggestions. But I can't do it from this darn tablet... Cheers, Syl 1. nymphs of the woods 2. sleep will come 3. bosom of the stream 4. great pines groan 5. a love so sweet 6. his summer dreams 7. my merry measure 8. its frozen dew 9. my golden plumes 10. until we hardly 11. when sweet violets 12. like sweet thoughts
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Mis temas favoritos The Lord replied, my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.
"There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction."
Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water, Wuthering Heights. Nominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here!MM Award Winner
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Apr 30 16, 14:12
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Beautiful piece, Larry. You've mostly accomplished speaking in the vernacular of the time. Please point me to where the challenge is. I've been so out of touch with them all for some time, and perhaps I'm beginning to come out of my funk. The one wart on the beautiful face of your poem is the Pennsylvania Dutch perversion of the old English: "thee shall" should be "thou shalt/wilt", as "thee" is objective and "thou" is nominative. I hope this doesn't make thee wilt! Lightly, Daniel
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Apr 30 16, 15:11
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Hi Daniel,
Thou art a beacon of light exposing my outdated grammar. I'll change it forthwith!
The challenge can be found in Acropolis' weekly challenges. Hope to read one of yours soon!
Thanks, Larry
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May 1 16, 00:57
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Hi again, Daniel.
Just scroll down the fórums until you see Acropolis. Lori hasn't been too well, so the Pandora challenge appears to have vanished.
Still, you have plenty of snippet and Word challenges to pick from. I look forward to seeing you there.
Syl
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Mis temas favoritos The Lord replied, my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.
"There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction."
Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water, Wuthering Heights. Nominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here!MM Award Winner
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