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A twisted Sonnet
sorry. 
Modern Day Caligula
(a sonnet)
He is a modern day Caligula
Ranting how he should be back on the throne
Screaming loud you can see his uvula
As the orange paint doesn’t match the tone
His deception game has quite the brilliance
Something's wrong, one can see it in his eyes
He’s been able to hypnotize millions
Followers swallow bukkakes of lies
It’s sad when masses heed to a mad man
It passes for normal without disdain
It’s a plain train wreck waiting to happen
But the senseless idiot has gone insane
It’s a risky political twister
When people try to elect a grifter
He is a modern day Caligula
Ranting how he should be back on the throne
Screaming loud you can see his uvula
As the orange paint doesn’t match the tone
His deception game has quite the brilliance
Something's wrong, one can see it in his eyes
He’s been able to hypnotize millions
Followers swallow bukkakes of lies
It’s sad when masses heed to a mad man
It passes for normal without disdain
It’s a plain train wreck waiting to happen
But the senseless idiot has gone insane
It’s a risky political twister
When people try to elect a grifter
Written by wallyroo92
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Star Sense 🌛💫
If I perchance should look towards the night
and see the twinkling stars and shining moon,
my heart then starts to dance and sing in tune
with all the harmonies of starry light.
So I begin to feel that all is right,
at least up there, and hope that very soon
the Zodiac, across the heavens strewn,
will cry, 'Enough!' and come down in its Might.
The Scorpion, the Archer and the Ram,
with fearsome Sting and Bow and butting Horn,
would then command these squabbling earthborn men
to stop their fighting and become like lambs
– for warring strife we surely not were born! –
and Man would cease, and Peace would come again.
☮️🌛🕉️
and see the twinkling stars and shining moon,
my heart then starts to dance and sing in tune
with all the harmonies of starry light.
So I begin to feel that all is right,
at least up there, and hope that very soon
the Zodiac, across the heavens strewn,
will cry, 'Enough!' and come down in its Might.
The Scorpion, the Archer and the Ram,
with fearsome Sting and Bow and butting Horn,
would then command these squabbling earthborn men
to stop their fighting and become like lambs
– for warring strife we surely not were born! –
and Man would cease, and Peace would come again.
☮️🌛🕉️
Written by ajay
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Read (past tense) the Directions
To know the rhyme scheme of a sonnet
I must perhaps use Google, to find it,
then, by search, when I happen upon it,
I'll see the rhyming and then will mind it.
The English form is three stanzas of four
lines that rhyme "ABAB", then two "G's".
Each line has syllables of ten, no more
rhyming lines, C, D, E, F, in between.
The Petrachan form is beyond my scope
of what else I can stuff inside my brain.
It's overpacked now, and I cannot cope--
dear Lord, some motrin, please for all the strain!
Rew asked for sonnets, obliged her, I tried;
I'll shut up now, before more brain cells die.
😁
I must perhaps use Google, to find it,
then, by search, when I happen upon it,
I'll see the rhyming and then will mind it.
The English form is three stanzas of four
lines that rhyme "ABAB", then two "G's".
Each line has syllables of ten, no more
rhyming lines, C, D, E, F, in between.
The Petrachan form is beyond my scope
of what else I can stuff inside my brain.
It's overpacked now, and I cannot cope--
dear Lord, some motrin, please for all the strain!
Rew asked for sonnets, obliged her, I tried;
I'll shut up now, before more brain cells die.
😁
Written by MadameLavender
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