sonnet &mdash; Hunter Dansin https://blog.hdansin.com/tag:sonnet Home for my words Tue, 21 Apr 2026 13:06:38 +0000 https://i.snap.as/tOjrfVcT.png sonnet &mdash; Hunter Dansin https://blog.hdansin.com/tag:sonnet Sonnet 6 https://blog.hdansin.com/sonnet-6?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[Generation after Generation Generation after generation, Vice and virtue breed with one another, Until hate is easy, and love is maudlin. And hearts, like flies over muck, do hover. O that one could sever this sullied past From we whose hearts are stained and sunk by it. That which we are told to put first, comes last, In the order of crude survivalists. Love is preached and praised, but rarely practiced. Art is punished unless profitable. More valued are the words, about them, lisped. So we cannot bear to leave the bubble. In your own reflection find your own way To marry past and present with today. #poetry #sonnet !--more-- --- Thank you for reading! Sonnets are my way of coping with stress, I guess. Gives me something to think about while my daughter is playing with puzzles at the library, and keeps me from scrolling on my phone. I hope you like it. If I get more I think I will post them here sooner rather than later. What else is a blog for? !--emailsub-- --- Send me a kind word or a cup of coffee: Buy Me a Coffee | Listen to My Music | Listen to My Podcast | Follow Me on Mastodon | Read With Me on Bookwyrm]]> Generation after Generation

Generation after generation, Vice and virtue breed with one another, Until hate is easy, and love is maudlin. And hearts, like flies over muck, do hover. O that one could sever this sullied past From we whose hearts are stained and sunk by it. That which we are told to put first, comes last, In the order of crude survivalists. Love is preached and praised, but rarely practiced. Art is punished unless profitable. More valued are the words, about them, lisped. So we cannot bear to leave the bubble. In your own reflection find your own way To marry past and present with today.

#poetry #sonnet

Thank you for reading! Sonnets are my way of coping with stress, I guess. Gives me something to think about while my daughter is playing with puzzles at the library, and keeps me from scrolling on my phone. I hope you like it. If I get more I think I will post them here sooner rather than later. What else is a blog for?

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]]> https://blog.hdansin.com/sonnet-6 Fri, 27 Feb 2026 01:24:08 +0000 Sonnet 4: Conscienceless Engineers https://blog.hdansin.com/sonnet-4-conscienceless-engineers?pk_campaign=rss-feed <![CDATA[ God repay the conscienceless engineers For the pure sweet hearts with which they gamble Seek not their greed which monetizes fears And goads minds like picadores goad bulls. They don't seem to stop and wonder "Should I," Unless the "should" could threaten the bottom line, Until that line becomes their only why And they call conscience just a Luddite whine. Oh, how easy, on them, to pin the blame. For they would not be "they" without users So vulnerable to weaponized shame And words from anonymous accusers. They could not act so low were we not vain, Don't let them choose what is true, what is sane. #poetry #sonnet --- Thank you for reading! I greatly regret that I will most likely never be able to meet you in person and shake your hand, but perhaps we can virtually shake hands via my newsletter, social media, or a cup of coffee sent over the wire. They are poor substitutes, but they can be a real grace in this intractable world. !--emailsub-- --- Send me a kind word or a cup of coffee: Buy Me a Coffee | Listen to My Music | Listen to My Podcast | Follow Me on Mastodon | Read With Me on Bookwyrm ]]> God repay the conscienceless engineers For the pure sweet hearts with which they gamble Seek not their greed which monetizes fears And goads minds like picadores goad bulls. They don't seem to stop and wonder "Should I," Unless the "should" could threaten the bottom line, Until that line becomes their only why And they call conscience just a Luddite whine. Oh, how easy, on them, to pin the blame. For they would not be "they" without users So vulnerable to weaponized shame And words from anonymous accusers. They could not act so low were we not vain, Don't let them choose what is true, what is sane.

#poetry #sonnet

Thank you for reading! I greatly regret that I will most likely never be able to meet you in person and shake your hand, but perhaps we can virtually shake hands via my newsletter, social media, or a cup of coffee sent over the wire. They are poor substitutes, but they can be a real grace in this intractable world.

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