Anniversary Sonnet 2See how my love doth lie in sweet repose.
What dappled phantasms doth she design
Within that Morpheus-entangled mind?
Does she dream of her dreams? Of rows and rows
Of books penned by her hand? Bouquets of rose
Or pink carnation gave by judges kind?
For once she danced. And like the Golden Hind,
She was pursued by many hunters' bows.
Is her dream mine? A simpl'r one for sure:
A lasting life, lived not for petty prize,
Nor accolades, nor suitor's heavy glance.
A dream not for myself. A dream for yours.
I hope that dream fulfilled. That when you rise
You've lived without a want for second chance.
Anniversary Sonnet 1How can I write a sonnet for this girl?
For one who's born for us a pair of lives.
For one as comfortable in jeans as pearls.
For one who'd willingly become my wife.
For one whose halitosis morning breath
Can still bestow a kiss like sweetest peach.
For one whose love has such enormous breadth
That e'en this addled fool's within its reach.
For one who held me when I lost my way.
For one who is a prop, a beam, a brace.
For one of dirty mind, who yet can say
She e'er was true. For one free of disgrace.
How did I write this poem now for thee?
You see, my dear, you've written it for me.
Darcy's Sonnet 2Why, it's the pull of a poignant evening
Is all that keeps me here. An old moment,
An older time when energy was spent
On you and me and every dream. I'd sing
Your evr'y praises 'round the hills and fling
Old caution to the wind. My rules bent
Near breaking and long from a repent.
Why lady fair, you know I'm past my spring.
Yet those old memories are not enough
To keep me coming back to you each night.
Instead I think it's how you've me beguiled.
For spending time within your love is rough
on soul and hide but when I hold you tight,
I'm soothed. /True/ love from you I know is mild.
Darcy's SonnetThe way she moves can just be called divine
For like if Fates had ever come to earth
She doesn't walk, she floats. And were she mine
Each day I'd find a way to prove my worth.
Although I've shared a kiss and had a taste
Of lips so full and held her close to me,
I feel as if each moment was a waste
For even now I still can't make you see.
I'd trade each glimpse of heaven in your eyes
And gladly give each moment in your arms
If I could simply make you realize
That I just want to keep you from all harm.
Your loving touch for my I would deny
To guarantee you'd always wear a smile
The Fox and the MoonNow... seasons and seasons ago, before I was born. Before even your mother was born, lived the first fox. Fox was a wily creature, and he loved to play tricks on the other beasts. He once dyed the tail of Hare a pure white, to make him easier to spot. He also stole Raven's voice, so that he could no longer sing. Understandably, the other beasts grew tired of his tricks, and so shunned him.
So. One night, the animals decided to throw a party. They prepared all manner of foods and games for the night, and everyone was invited, except for Fox. When he arrived, they drove him away. Badger even went so far as to threaten him.
"You, tricksy Fox, have caused us nothing but trouble." The Badger bellowed, "Now leave us before I am forced to /remove/ you."
The other animals all agreed and Fox slunk away, bitter at their reaction.
Well, Fox came up with a plan. Fox thought, 'They all enjoy their parties at night, so I'll do something about it!'
So he decided to steal the very moon that they used
Eliza Sonnet 2Eliza, how that name doth make me swoon!
For when 'tis spoken from this lowly beak
It makes my breath to catch, my pulse goes weak;
Each moment 'part from you is like a wound.
For like a tiny columbine in bloom,
Forced to the shade. Yet it shall always seek
The golden sun. Like it, I may seem meek,
Yet for thee would I give my very plume!
Oh maiden fair, if I could give you wings,
I'd show you all the wonders of the skies,
But even then, I'd be the richest bird.
For though those wonders still might make me sing
'Tis nothing like the love that does arise
At mention of your name, that blesséd word.
Damascian VerseOur hero did below the ground
Encounter his amazéd belle.
And yet, to him it soon was found
That she did not return his love as well.
But still our hero did persist
His suit to her -- this scorning dame.
Oh he did woo and did insist
That she -- to him do give of love -- the same.
Oh how his words did batter at her heart,
Affection that 'til now she'd never known.
And so, each moment that they were apart,
He absence did leave her alone.
But do not worry, reader fair,
Our hero did the damsel find
Before she was lost to despair,
And she to him returnéd love in kind.
Imagine ye a brackish world
A place of dark. Where beauty hide
In smell and sound. And not unfurls
A rosy dawn upon this endless night.
Oh if Dark Forest had a gate
For beast to see upon the land
It would be here. I beg, you Fates:
Do not abandon me beneath the sand.
And yet, without a pause of breath
I would myself give up, if for
My belle. For her I'd face my death
To keep her safe from Fates' eternal door
Bellona's SonnetI hear you cry for love that you have lost
I hear your whimpers cutting through the night
Oh Bells, you never knew how high the cost
Until they've taken all you knew was right.
You go to sleep, they visit you in dreams
The aspects of the maiden now at war,
A lover or a fighter? Now it seems,
There's no one left to love or to fight for.
Yet I can see there's more than that in you
Oh, Bellona, the world is not so gray.
For you've a heart that's loving, strong, and true --
So listen as your comrade now does say:
There's beasts -- like I -- who need your strength and care
So lead! Protect us from the evil here.
Suellyn's SonnetOh tell me can you hear the sparrows twitter?
They tell me that they have a newfound friend.
They say, for them, there isn't a beast fitter
Who always has a shoulder she can lend.
Nobeast can match her boundless love for all
Compassion for those that do not deserve
A healer's heart. But forced was she to fall
To foulest villain that destroyed such love.
For that is why the sparrows tell her tale:
The meekest birds allow the dead to speak
And say their last. Before that darkest vale --
That endless black -- does make her spirit weak.
But soon your heralds stay their song for thee
Their silence finally shall set you free.
Free Plushie Patterns Online
Here's a collection of links to sites outside of DeviantArt where you can find free plushie patterns. There are well over two hundred choices, so you're sure to find something you like.
Remember, if you can't find exactly what you're looking for, try adapting one of the patterns. For example, a tiger can easily be turned into a lion, an elephant into a wooly mammoth, an elf into a goblin, or combine the upper half of a mermaid with the lower half of a pony to get a centaur.
Night Garden Studios Jointed and Rag Bears
Baby Bows Bear
Hug Me (EMS Bear