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Array ( [sid] => 108272 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Ode To Pumpion, a Sonnet [time] => 2005-10-22 21:52:22 [hometext] => This is a sonnet I composed. It has the same basic idea as the other 'pumpion' poem I wrote. Pumpion means pumpkin. [bodytext] => O, Pumpion, thy bollen visage bright
Hue of dawn sun and sith thou art thyself
A lonely an not lovely sanded sight
Shall I examine thy haviour as pelf?
Pumpion, I aim I pick thee a-good
For ‘twere not for thee I would be afront
Where all wends a-wrong, turns to awesome wood
Autumn wots in writ thy single fap stunt
At flat fainness in glory to be told
Thy fact as such a fleeting moment of
The flaw of turning blood to ashen gold
Nay, turning enmity instead to love
But thy spice is both so tart and so sweet
Mayhap a feast for eyes and mouth to eat [comments] => 1 [counter] => 199 [topic] => 18 [informant] => Cupid [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Holiday Poetry )

Ode To Pumpion, a Sonnet

Contributed by Cupid on Saturday, 22nd October 2005 @ 09:52:22 PM in AEST
Topic: Holiday Poetry

O, Pumpion, thy bollen visage bright
Hue of dawn sun and sith thou art thyself
A lonely an not lovely sanded sight
Shall I examine thy haviour as pelf?
Pumpion, I aim I pick thee a-good
For ‘twere not for thee I would be afront
Where all wends a-wrong, turns to awesome wood
Autumn wots in writ thy single fap stunt
At flat fainness in glory to be told
Thy fact as such a fleeting moment of
The flaw of turning blood to ashen gold
Nay, turning enmity instead to love
But thy spice is both so tart and so sweet
Mayhap a feast for eyes and mouth to eat

Copyright Â© Cupid ... [ 2005-10-22 21:52:22]
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Re: Ode To Pumpion, a Sonnet (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 23rd October 2005 @ 11:48:05 PM AEST
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This is lovely, true poetry, if you do not get the respectful readers, I welcome you to post it often, until you wear out your mouse. I have not seen this type of poetry for years outside of books from antique stores...

Welcome Shakespeare, and this sonnet is very straightforward, if I wore a hat, I would tip the rim, since I do not, I will curtsy, great Timothy Bard the poet would love you....1810-1874, you would know him to be the great English chess master, the unofficial world chess champion, but he was also
a newspaper columnist, author, and Shakespearean scholar..he was an actor as a young man, very brilliant sonnet writer, indeed, of course, a major in english could guide you, if not, libraries are cheap, keep writing, my eyes lit up, thank you...am watching, reading, waiting to discover someone other than myself...

Raquel Leah :D

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