‘Youths’ Sonnet’ and Other Poetry by Janice Canerdy The Society December 12, 2014 Culture, Humor, Poetry 4 Comments Youths’ Sonnet They view the world through filmy innocence, these youngsters who now hear the future call. Into that forest bountiful and dense, some travel slowly, wary of the fall. With nurturance and guidance young ones need and patience to sustain and keep them strong, they labor long and hard. Most do succeed, as they had hoped and prayed to all along. Some rush ahead–though they can’t clearly see– to find their niche before it is too late. They take what is in lieu of what could be. Unwittingly, too soon they seal their fate. That good things come to those who wait is true. The wise ones look ahead and then pursue. Shakespeare Should I emulate the master? How can I do that? All attempts to imitate, I Know, will just fall flat. Each endeavor, amateurish, Surely heads for doom, Perpetrating waste of hours. Effort’s rose won’t bloom! All this pain speaks truth to me: Relish freedom. Don’t you see Ev’ry bard can’t Shakespeare be? “The Mall Is Too Much with Us” Composed while pondering Wordsworth’s “The World Is Too Much with Us” The mall is too much with us, spring and fall. Getting and spending, we lay waste each pay check. Little in nature we have failed to wreck. We’ve given our hearts away to cholesterol. Beach beauties bare too much to one and all. The howling dopeheads raise all kinds of heck. Pollution worldwide makes me say, “Oh, yecch!” Hey, wary youth, we’ll leave this all to y’all! I’m moved to yell, “Great God, we’re out of tune!” Given choice, I swear I’d rather be A lone coyote howling at the moon Or a monkey swinging from tree to tree And sharing branch room with a shrieking loon. Of earth’s abominations these are free. What Robert Burns Might Say Today O my tv’s had a gray, gray screen Since it blew up last June. The radio plays no melody. The piano’s out of tune. Alas! My ipod’s ceased to work. My laptop’s gone kaput. My car just died a violent death, And now I am on foot. When HBO plays great, my dears, When car and gadgets run, I’ll pay thy exorbitant fees, my dears; Then we’ll all be having fun. So fare thee well, my saviors dear. I’ll call thee in a while. Take care of these, young fix-it men. They’re really worth a pile! Janice Canerdy is a retired high-school English teacher from Potts Camp, Mississippi Featured Image: “Narzis” by Caravaggio, Michelangelo Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 4 Responses Mike Ellwood December 12, 2014 I enjoyed these poems, particularly the Wordsworth pastiche which I found witty and apposite. Reply Janice Canerdy March 5, 2015 Hello, Mike I didn’t realize until today that some readers had left responses! Thank you so much for your kind words. Janice Reply Shari Jo LeKane-Yentumi December 12, 2014 Absolutely divine! I love your poetry! Reply Janice Canerdy March 5, 2015 Hi, Shari Jo, I didn’t realize till today that some readers had left responses! Your kind words have absolutely made my day. Janice Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.