My love is like something read of in books Some “How To” guidance for love-struck wretches It’s all affirmations and leering looks And deeply moving character sketches
Now that we finally have set a date, I can admit some things I’d form’rly hid Like what was really in that wooden crate And why you should’ve stayed whereat I bid.
You see some things are best left to surprise Unprepared was I for their unveiling But now it’s time to open up your eyes To reveal to you my one true failing:
to wit:
I own every book by Orson Scott Card And to me he trumps the immortal bard.
<edit to fix to whit -- thanks intel3!!!>
[ November 12, 2004, 10:50 PM: Message edited by: Bob_Scopatz ]
Posted by Bob_Scopatz (Member # 1227) on :
Oh look, there below! Room for your sonnets!
<insert sonnet siren song here>
Posted by Ben (Member # 6117) on :
Try to write it down into a perfect sonnet with one foolish line...
Posted by Intelligence3 (Member # 6944) on :
Bob, my lad, I am afraid that the saying is properly rendered "to wit."
This message brought to you by the Hatrack Stickler Society. Posted by Bob_Scopatz (Member # 1227) on :
HA! even better if it is "to wit"
I was going to use that and then thought, no... it's really to whit.
LOL.
Posted by Intelligence3 (Member # 6944) on :
I have no life, you realize.
Posted by Bob_Scopatz (Member # 1227) on :
not a whit
Posted by Elizabeth (Member # 5218) on :
Wit ARE you talking about?
Posted by Intelligence3 (Member # 6944) on :
quote: not a whit
Posted by dkw (Member # 3264) on :
I wrote this for a poetry class in the summer of 1999. I didn’t know I’d written it for Bob until last month when he told me that he thinks homemade hummus is “a turn on.” So tonight I dug through file drawers and found the portfolio from the class and this poem:
I'm Pounding Beans Into Paste Becasue I Love You
I know you've had an awful time today I wanted to do something nice for you, And homemade hummus isn't hard to make Except it looks and smells like doggie doo. I swore I'd never, ever cook a legume, Until I fell for you I kept that vow, I hate to think what laughter I'd encounter, If my first Home Ec teacher saw me now.
I think your favorite food is so disgusting, Tasteless and grainy, yet it's mushy too, Except this love that's tugging on my heartstrings, I can't think why I ever married you. I loathe the fact that you have dreadful taste, But since I love you I pound beans to paste.
[ November 12, 2004, 11:02 PM: Message edited by: dkw ]
Posted by Intelligence3 (Member # 6944) on :
/applause applause
Posted by Elizabeth (Member # 5218) on :
Ha ha! Oh my, you two were SO destined to be together, it is scary.
Posted by Elizabeth (Member # 5218) on :
"On Destined Lovers, Living Far Apart"
Her head was aching, fit to beat the band She forgot to warm the water in the font The screaming baby, baptised by her hand Was thinking, "This just isn't what I want! His feet burned in the barren Texas sand As he tried to weed the fiercely dug-in plant. By shrubbery he had become unmanned And cried as if he were a cold infant. Her arms were white, his face was very tanned Her vegetation green while his was scant. These latitudes they lived in were not planned They longed for wedding vows she would incant. For April, coming faster, they would scream When both their worlds would melt into one dream.
[ November 13, 2004, 09:44 AM: Message edited by: Elizabeth ]
Posted by Bob_Scopatz (Member # 1227) on :
Wonderful!
Thanks Elizabeth.
Posted by dkw (Member # 3264) on :
Thanks Elizabeth! That is so cool.
Posted by dkw (Member # 3264) on :
Bob pointed out that he has now written six love poems for me since we started dating, and the only one I’ve written for him I wrote before I’d ever met him. So:
For Bob
I didn’t know I’d been dreaming of you Oh wait a minute – I hadn’t. I didn’t know I was waiting for you Oh wait a minute – I wasn’t. I should have been, but who could have guessed that someone so perfect existed? Until that night when we both confessed and the truth was no longer resisted. I love you, I love you, and I’m longing for you I’ll go nuts in a week more without you You swept in, and we laughed, and you’ve stolen my heart And if you don’t move to Iowa in the next seven days I swear I’m going to fly down next Sunday and drag you here myself.
Love,
Dana
Posted by Teshi (Member # 5024) on :
D is for destiny that's how it all starts with good taste in books and similar mind A is for arrow that pierces their hearts (the cursor I mean not the pointy-end kind). N is for nutcase, cause puns make us so: you think that it's odd, a match most erroneous yet A is for art, eye-lens Picasso; madess and brilliance arrive silmultaneous. B is for bills for the phone calls that try, to cross many miles, for voices feel dearer O is for overjoyed, the marriage is nigh, a party for all, I wish I was nearer. B is for both, together as one, for ever and ever, a love not outdone.
Posted by dkw (Member # 3264) on :
Thanks Teshi!
You know, I don’t think when Bob invited you all to post your own poems that he meant they had to all be about us.
Posted by Teshi (Member # 5024) on :
I've never written a quasi sonnet before so I had to write one and the first line was in my head before I could stop it.
Nothing like writing a sonnet before breakfast.
Posted by Bob_Scopatz (Member # 1227) on :
Dana
That was great. So, if I don't move, you'll come and get me, eh? Hmmm...sounds good. Bring boxes.
and tape.
Teshi, that was brilliant.
And yes, I was hoping for more sonnets, not necessarily sonnets about us.
[ November 13, 2004, 01:20 PM: Message edited by: Bob_Scopatz ]
Posted by Intelligence3 (Member # 6944) on :
Get a room.
Posted by Bob_Scopatz (Member # 1227) on :
A room would be nice.
Right now it's "his" and "hers" rooms and the two are 1000 miles apart
Posted by Ralphie (Member # 1565) on :
quote: I'm Pounding Beans Into Paste Becasue I Love You
There's something about the fact that 'because' is misspelt that makes it even funnier.
Posted by Elizabeth (Member # 5218) on :
Bob and Dana, Sorry, but it was too easy to write a sonnet about you. I just got this image of the two of you, one in Iowa, one in Texas, just waiting and daydreaming until your big day. And I thought of how sad Bob was when he got a divorce, compared to how happy is now. But the thing that made it all so beautiful was thinking of the line: "I'm pounding beans into paste because I love you." Now that is a couple destined to be together, because it sounded SO Bob, yet so dkw, but certainly like no one else.
I just want to make it clear that my image of the two of you was undefined. I had to add in cold baptisms and crying yard workers to make it rhyme. ha ha.
Liz
Posted by Bob_Scopatz (Member # 1227) on :
bump.
Need more sonnets...
Posted by Teshi (Member # 5024) on :
Would write a sonnet But I am stuck on haiku Sorry about that.