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TeaTimeSunday / SONNETS
by BOKE
BUFFY-VERSE SERIES    (147-150) SONNETS #151-154 of 154 (INDEX)
INSPIRED-BY/CONCERNING:
BtVS EPISODES #121-122 (6.21-22)
"Two To go" & "The Grave"

ONE-HAIKU (EPISODE) RECAP:
The ones where Xander
prevents Wil-Apocalypse ...
by loving (his friend)

 
[R.I.P. SEPT '02]

SONNETS #151-154 of 154 for Tea Time in L.A. #50 of 50 -
END OF BUFFY SONNET SERIES

ORIGINALLY POSTED AT (UPN) WWW.BUFFY.COM ... BEFORE ALL FORUMS WERE DELETED 9/19/02 ...
CLICK THE BRONZE SKULL TO SEE ARCHIVE COPY OF (NONCOLOR) VERSION (FOR COMPARISON)
Rhetorical verse for Tea Time in L.A. #50 - (Talking about Buffy
as Shakespeare would have. [g])

Posted by: forensicpoetry - May 22, 2002, 5:08 AM

HAIKU PROLOGUE

Season Six's end
returns us to true balance
in the Buffyverse.

 
(BUFFY-VERSE SERIES) SONNETS #151-154 of 154
154

rhetorical verse in Shakespearean sonnet form
(a 4-sonnet sequence)

 }
{BVS_151_01.01} THERE'S NOTHING NEED BE SAID when all is right.

{BVS_151_01.02} The Buffyverse is balanced once again.

{BVS_151_01.03} With tears of joy I ended Tuesday night.

{BVS_151_01.04} To verse beyond that perfect pause . . . a sin.

 
{BVS_151_01.05} AND SO I'll turn my versifying soul

{BVS_151_01.06} (inspired by Spike's surprise) to Tea Time's end.

{BVS_151_01.07} Like Dawn and Buffy's climb out of a hole.

{BVS_151_01.08} Like Willow's black . . . and Giles's white arts blend.

 
{BVS_151_01.09} THE TEA TIME THREADS' complexity resolves --

{BVS_151_01.10} I hope with half the beauty of our source.

{BVS_151_01.11} THE BUFFY WORLD 'round which our moon revolves.

{BVS_151_01.12} THE JOSS-DRAWN MAP on which we chart our course . . .

 
{BVS_151_01.13} . . . through concepts deep enough for PhDs

{BVS_151_01.14} to spend a whole day talking Buffy-ese.


{2}

{BVS_152_02.01} I PAUSE NOW to stick in a pers'nal ad.

{BVS_152_02.02} No, not for love, but sponsorship to go

{BVS_152_02.03} to Norwich England. One full day (Egad!)

{BVS_152_02.04} of lots of Buffy sentences. You know, . . .

 
{BVS_152_02.05} . . . an egghead conf'rence of high Buffy-talk.

{BVS_152_02.06} October nineteenth. "Bloody sodding hell.

{BVS_152_02.07} The slayer diagrammed with blackboard chalk,

{BVS_152_02.08} complete with wanker-academic smell."

 
{BVS_152_02.09} I'm sure that's what you're thinking. Well, this too:

{BVS_152_02.10} Would Shakespeare stick an ad right in his verse?

{BVS_152_02.11} WELL DON'T YOU KNOW Will's sonnets had to do

{BVS_152_02.12} with keeping sponsorship? This is no worse.

 
{BVS_152_02.13} WELL ANYWAY, that ends my plea for cash.

{BVS_152_02.14} SO BACK TO TEA TIME'S END. I smell corn mash.


{3}

{BVS_153_03.01} That's right, there was a trial in Tennessee.

{BVS_153_03.02} In Lynchburg where Jack Daniels rules supreme.

{BVS_153_03.03} WHERE'S BUFFY in this trial of folks that tea?

{BVS_153_03.04} SHE'S ON THE JURY . . . eating some ice cream . . .

 
{BVS_153_03.05} . . . to keep her cool, 'cause she's been getting hot

{BVS_153_03.06} like all the vis'ting ladies . . . at the sight

{BVS_153_03.07} of one fine, red-haired holyman who's not

{BVS_153_03.08} the least conceited . . . though he's always right. {ewg}

 
{BVS_153_03.09} IF NOXON can have Xander save the earth,

{BVS_153_03.10} THEN "good ol' me" can star in these few lines.

{BVS_153_03.11} AND, HEY GUYS, I'm the mother giving birth

{BVS_153_03.12} to all the Tea Time fun and monkeyshines.

 
{BVS_153_03.13} SO I can write whatever that I choose.

{BVS_153_03.14} AND IF it's boring. HEY, OK, just snooze.


{4}

{BVS_154_04.01} BUT WAKE UP NOW . . . we've made the final turn.

{BVS_154_04.02} One hundred fifty four, this sonnet makes.

{BVS_154_04.03} You'd think by now forensic could discern

{BVS_154_04.04} when to discard strange lines . . when his verse takes . . .

 
{BVS_154_04.05} . . . a lazy turn down roads without a map.

{BVS_154_04.06} Like Y TU MAMA TAMBIEN . . . three souls

{BVS_154_04.07} who by the grace of God find in their lap

{BVS_154_04.08} a dream they conjured up, yet still consoles.

 
{BVS_154_04.09} Although they made it up . . . yet it was there.

{BVS_154_04.10} From darkness they awoke to sparkling dawn.

{BVS_154_04.11} And fish and beer arrived by sea. A prayer

{BVS_154_04.12} was answered that was never counted on.

 
{BVS_154_04.13} I feel the same way ending Season Six.

{BVS_154_04.14} A beautif'lly adjusted Buffy-mix.

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