Every waltz has three beats to the measure.
All Rock n Roll has four beats to the bar.
A sonnet, be it trash, be it treasure,
Has 10 syllables per line, not to star
Because it won’t set to music without
Stretching the syntax to maintain the rhyme.
The Bard was a half-decent playwrite, no doubt,
But hardly a lyricist of his time.
So what shall I do? Shift gears and formats?
Return to limericks fitting four-four?
I write the songs that fall flat as doormats,
Sing to the sky as I lie on the floor.
I wrote fifty rhymes that were set to song.
When I’ve writ fifty sonnets, I’ll move on.
Bro. Joel Tucker, Ordained by the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) in 2017, has been in ministry since 2001. He recently retired from Senior Pastor at Guyton (GA) Christian Church, where he served for 7 years, after 17 at Tropical Sands Christian Church, Palm Beach Gardens, FL. He holds a bachelor's degree in Journalism from Auburn University and a certificate of pastoral ministry from Lexington Theological Seminary. He entered ministry after 20 years in corporate communications and five years of computer programming.
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