A sonnet for our Gideon

Gideon Chew Ming Kai, the very best pal.
In his actions, 'geelo' maliciousness,
Die-hard God fearing man/hare, (who cares?)
Every bit of him, gentlemanly-ness.
Oi girls, why haven't you went for him?
No one like him is of the crop, cream.

But don't think I or Gideon are gay.
It's just that he is a fantastic hare
Really morally and steady one 'kay?
That guy really shows us all christ-like care
Heaven knows we had how much HAs and Hos.
Dude, for your birthday i draw out my pen
All i have poetry, this I crow.
Yay, you can go lead your 300 men



*alrighty Fleetpaw, that's your birthday sonnet. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Well, I couldn't think of anything more meaningful to contribute to your possibly heavy stack of presents. (I could give you a chinese bible but...) So for your birthday, I give you a certain gift of time, effort and lameness(some people think it flows out naturally from me, trust me, it takes a little hard work).

I give you your very own birthday sonnet. it's not exactly shakespeare, but take what you can get huh? God bless my hare-y *laughs* buddy.

From Itchypaw.

Message from Heaven

Some things in life are bad
and they really make you mad.
It makes you want to shout out for your dad.

The clock bell strikes with a Ding
and you see all them queueing
with three guitars to give you a beating.

And... Don't just give me a 'sian' look my friend...
just because this isn't the final end...
bad times it's yourself that you want to hang...
So endure your pain just like a man...

When you fall down a steep slope
and cling on to some desperate hope
with your screw-ups you just cannot cope.

When your worlds just all cave in
and footballs you keep missin'
you wished you could have just slept in

The frothing beast called Anger
in your life it is a big hurdle
rises, turns your insides to curdle

And...Kick back and relax a little friend...
Don't be so hasty to get to your end...
When you're pressured to your certain death...
Just before you draw your terminal breath...

When things are jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
That God gave you the only Son he had
So give us all a little grin
and forget all your past sin.
He died to save you from a certain Death.

And... kick back and relax a little friend...
You don't have a life that's hard to mend...
at least your life's ain't got much of a dent...
that you have to live in the S-bend... [S is for 'siao']

At least you shot two hoops
and you had a little whoop
compared to it, so what's a little poop?

So come on man cheer up!
At least you have the Father, Spirit, Son.
It's worse at the pit you know!

Three Sonnets

I
There she goes, strolling through the war-torn field,
arrayed in purple and scarlet colour.
Long alluring, seducing eyelashes
while her eyes are painted glittering green.
her dress hugs her curves well and her bosom
reveals, a hint of her audacity.
You are drawn to her like a hungry dog
and lower your guard to your mon cherie.
Pain erupts at your chest staining it red.
She backstabs you with gossip and malice.
The light in your eyes stolen by treason.
Your faltering lips start to accuse her,
but she kicks you where it counts with great glee
and moves on to her next vampiric meal.

II
Your dying opaque eyes see someone.
a young lady clothed in humble white virtue
Her face shines with strong pure love.
Her head is crowned with twelve lovely stars.
She faces the heavens with a prayer
for you whose life is fading away soon.
Your heavy pants regret the pursuing the
Jezebel, who cloaked disdain with amity.
Your wonder if you could have been better
to the young lady, your friend put aside.
To cherish, concern, comfort or care more.
Your heart loves enough just let her go
to another more worthy of her love.
You are not worthy and must leave in pain.

III
Ten thousand suns do not shine as brightly
as the One you see receiving your soul.
You cry out praise, seeing the ultimate
act of love, who saved you from falling to
despair as he borne your griefs and carried
your sorrows and He bears your iniquities.
This love overwhelms your heart and your soul
and provides comfort from the Jezebel.
Let her come all her sly and dark tools.
She has chosen to set herself up to
mocking any and everything holy.
You are safe in the refuge made for you.
In a friendship forged from on high.
In the greatest Love that surpasses all.

Siege

A giant lies beside a tower
and begin to wondering
at the stars who are too far away.

The lilliputians have now advanced.
They have siege towers
and better ropes
and more arrows too.

They do not look for Guilliver.
BUT war among each other.
So why on earth am I fighting in front of a giant?
What would make that giant
stir. Or perhaps make stir-fried veggies?

I am readied to join battle.
I won't be gone like cattle.
I am hard pressed on every side,
but not crushed;
perplexed, but not in despair;
persecuted, but not abandoned;
struck down, but not destroyed.

My adversaries are large and excessively
burly and hairy too.
I quake and made chocolate cake
in my pants.
But I knock them down in a frenzy and
danced my way out.

We hack and slash hard
and shoot arrows for a long time
trying to claim ownership of the giant,
Whose saddened eyes are obviously
interested
in the war, but would not involve himself.

Fires are ablaze, scorching tiny ones.
The giant could have put them out with a
sneeze.

So why didn't he?
So why did he just break the siege?
Why do we have to suffer?

The liliputians beg him to join their side,
just turn on his side and squash the infidels
but he is irresposive
as if dead except for the
rising and falling of his chest.

Now, what on earth were we fighting about?
How to crack eggs?