Sonnets and other literary bits

Nothing ambitious nor intending to purport itself to be a grand piece of art. Just a pseudo- sonnet about the lack of virtue in slacking off. I utterly abhor such a habit and could easily write volumes lambasting the lack of respect in those given to idle away their time unproductively. This very moment which you're spending now reading this could be your last. And while it may not be not your last, it can still be the best in your life if you so choose as a plethora of opportunities await in the vastness of the sojourn built by mankind and nature. I won't start on how you can haul ass off this seat and be off on your exercise routine or start learning a new foreign language with the unlimited material available through this also seemingly unlimited amount of http protocols with learning resources galore.

But I ought to speak a little about sonnets and what a piece of poetry needs to be suitably called a sonnet.
A sonnet is primarily made up of 14 lines, although they can be arranged in a number of ways according to whatever the local traditions hold as dear. For instance, the verse in a sonnet may be arrayed in two 4-line stanzas and three 3 line stanzas and three 4-line stanzas (a quatrain) plus a rhyming couplet. What matters most is that we end up with the damned 14 lines. In English language, the predominating form of choice is the Elizabethan sonnet or Shakespearean Sonnet, the features thereof are that they have a fixed verse form having 14 lines that are typically five-foot iambics rhyming according to a prescribed scheme.  It was during the 14th century that Petrarch set the scene for the most widely used sonnet form: the Petrarchan (or Italian) sonnet consisting of an eight-line octave rhyming abbaabba (this means that the last word of the first line rhymes with the last of the fourth as the last on the second matches up in rhyme with the third line). It poses a major qualm or conveys a scenario dominated by clashing emotions. It's then followed by a six-line sestet, of varying rhyme schemes, in order to provide an answer to the proposed matters or at least a point of reflection.The Elizabethan sonnet consists of three quatrains, each with an independent rhyme scheme, and ends with a rhymed couplet.

I should probably explain that, while the idea of the pure Elizabethan sonnet is beautiful in concept, it's also quite hard to apply effectively.  That's why I've elected to not follow the iambic meter rule verbatim as it would potentially stifle my creativity a bit. Nevertheless, I always have great fun drawing up those. Some of them actually come out a ripper, depending on my current level of inspiration.



In the manifold luxury of being at loose ends
stands the bane of any irregular living course
Compounded of an order of designless trends
Silenced before the action it will not endorse

It's in the proneness to stay shut to hard affairs
Like the denying reflection that grows required
It serves to offset all the troubles the body bears
Even at the cost of forgoing any matter desired

Like untouched wealth awaiting in a dimensional rift
In the opinion that fortune lies behind a sealed door
Whose access is the direction to which fate can drift
And happy ends belong in the domain of karma lore.

Beyond lazy comprehension, life's best purposes are all in this dark space
But the baffleness in seeing through it yields to the beholder only disgrace