Poetray In Motion

It was obvious what you meant...but you actually started a thread about it?

There've been many more useless threads that this one Wakeup, lol. I rarely start threads & felt like bringing it up, feel free to put me on ignore.

MSB was a sweet lady Boardman, didn't she leave the city?


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MSB was a sweet lady Boardman, didn't she leave the city?


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I believe she did

There've been many more useless threads that this one Wakeup, lol. I rarely start threads & felt like bringing it up, feel free to put me on ignore. Originally Posted by Lexieinhouston

Why would I do that? People who start dumbass threads get polls started about them...then I get to laugh...

Please...continue...

I'm a big fan of Poetray's reviews ... they are very well written and very awesome = )

Missing a season?
There is a reason.

Perhaps on one day,
'Hole of a spider,
Might come out and say,
-Rip the hole wider.

Thanks for the mention,
And the attention.

Very interesting indeed,
Why isn't there a #5 to read?

Why would I do that? People who start dumbass threads get polls started about them...then I get to laugh...

Please...continue... Originally Posted by Wakeup

You tell me, rofl.




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So far, none of the clever posts are sonnets.

Not even the reviews.

Sonnet V

Those hours that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell
Will play the tyrants to the very same,
And that unfair which fairly doth excel:
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter and confounds him there,
Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it nor no remembrance what it was.
But flowers distilled though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show, their substance still lives sweet.

Sonnet V

Those hours that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell
Will play the tyrants to the very same,
And that unfair which fairly doth excel:
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter and confounds him there,
Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it nor no remembrance what it was.
But flowers distilled though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show, their substance still lives sweet. Originally Posted by Cyndi Lyn

Was that written by Will Sonnet?

Was that written by Will Sonnet? Originally Posted by chicagoboy

http://poetry.eserver.org/sonnets/005.html

Gay as fuck....all of it...

Was that written by Will Sonnet? Originally Posted by chicagoboy

http://poetry.eserver.org/sonnets/005.html Originally Posted by Cyndi Lyn

Thancks, Cyndi; I would never have thought to google the text.

Thancks, Cyndi; I would never have thought to google the text. Originally Posted by chicagoboy

You're a welcome Cboy.