Least Read Sonnet Poems
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My Roget
To me he was just, Roget Thesaurus,
and I often thought of him as, my Roget,
and took him to bed, just the two of us,
and a head torch to guide me through his ways.
Those rustling musty printed paper sheets
that he and me often fell asleep in
but he's an old weighty tome, not too sweet,
and I'd often wake up with my arms aching
Then one night when I was chasing some words
all worked up with sleepy fingers and thumbs,
I pocked my eye on his stiff spine and cursed ...
and I often thought of him as, my Roget,
and took him to bed, just the two of us,
and a head torch to guide me through his ways.
Those rustling musty printed paper sheets
that he and me often fell asleep in
but he's an old weighty tome, not too sweet,
and I'd often wake up with my arms aching
Then one night when I was chasing some words
all worked up with sleepy fingers and thumbs,
I pocked my eye on his stiff spine and cursed ...
#sonnet
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Awakening
Finding myself in the fire, I seethe.
Roasting under the breath of your harsh words.
You are suppressing me; I cannot breathe.
Smoke fills my lungs, my deliverance slurred.
Long gone is the compassion I once felt.
I have been left here with horror and fear.
Asking for assistance, I remain knelt.
Can my voice carry any favor here?
Like the phoenix, I rise from the ashes!
Demanding that you look into my eyes
as my talons engrave you with gashes.
I free myself from your prison of lies!
Spanning my wings, floating...
Roasting under the breath of your harsh words.
You are suppressing me; I cannot breathe.
Smoke fills my lungs, my deliverance slurred.
Long gone is the compassion I once felt.
I have been left here with horror and fear.
Asking for assistance, I remain knelt.
Can my voice carry any favor here?
Like the phoenix, I rise from the ashes!
Demanding that you look into my eyes
as my talons engrave you with gashes.
I free myself from your prison of lies!
Spanning my wings, floating...
#breakup
#sonnet
#freedom
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Rewincarnated.
Reincarnation? Ah, if only so...
would we remember could we leave a sign,
about self's death which happened... ages ago,
and visit our past self's grave, like a shrine?
Perhaps in a past life we were merely a flea
jumping round sucking up to make ends meet
and then when reincarnated to...me,
find fleas didn't know much to start with, shee'eet!
Though, in some archeological dig,
rummaging amongst old sarcophagi
the aged professor does a creaky jig
as he, translates the hieroglyphs as
...
would we remember could we leave a sign,
about self's death which happened... ages ago,
and visit our past self's grave, like a shrine?
Perhaps in a past life we were merely a flea
jumping round sucking up to make ends meet
and then when reincarnated to...me,
find fleas didn't know much to start with, shee'eet!
Though, in some archeological dig,
rummaging amongst old sarcophagi
the aged professor does a creaky jig
as he, translates the hieroglyphs as
...
#rebirth
#rhyming
#sonnet
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The Carr Academy ii
It was the old grey Carr Academy
where she, all stately dressed in granite stone,
waited to take and teach four-year-old-me
but did I hear my forebears fearful moans?
A school from the harsh Victorian age
erected in Eighteen-Seventy-Four,
when black-slate and chalk ruled not paper page
and teachers taught class by rote, lore and fear
My great-grandmother attended this school
as did four generations after her,
back then you'd be flogged for playing the fool
or not addressing the Masters as, sir... ...
where she, all stately dressed in granite stone,
waited to take and teach four-year-old-me
but did I hear my forebears fearful moans?
A school from the harsh Victorian age
erected in Eighteen-Seventy-Four,
when black-slate and chalk ruled not paper page
and teachers taught class by rote, lore and fear
My great-grandmother attended this school
as did four generations after her,
back then you'd be flogged for playing the fool
or not addressing the Masters as, sir... ...
#sonnet
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The Carr Academy i
I well remember my first day at school
dashing eager through Victorian doors,
beveled glass refracting rainbows, wood smoothed
by countless sweet-bribed kids, pushed through its maw.
And the dour-faced whelping who greeted me,
so high, so mighty, so imperious,
who yanked me away, seemingly with glee,
from the Wendy house saying " not for us! "
Ah well, she's far beyond chastisement now
and the indignities? Surely, I'll forgive,
for she must've got something right, or how,
could I be penning this, little missive? ...
dashing eager through Victorian doors,
beveled glass refracting rainbows, wood smoothed
by countless sweet-bribed kids, pushed through its maw.
And the dour-faced whelping who greeted me,
so high, so mighty, so imperious,
who yanked me away, seemingly with glee,
from the Wendy house saying " not for us! "
Ah well, she's far beyond chastisement now
and the indignities? Surely, I'll forgive,
for she must've got something right, or how,
could I be penning this, little missive? ...
#sonnet
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Specky 4 Eyes
I have been short sighted all of my life
I still peer at things myopically
my folks tried to teach me to tell the time
with a clock high on the wall, do you see?
Yes? Well, that's a bit more than I could do
perplexed with, " this the big hand, this the small "
me, nodding my head, I bet you would too!
at that blob high up on the kitchen wall.
Well, I bluffed it out till I started school
and kept, not my eyes, but ears open wide,
and nine times outta ten I had folk fooled
but...
I still peer at things myopically
my folks tried to teach me to tell the time
with a clock high on the wall, do you see?
Yes? Well, that's a bit more than I could do
perplexed with, " this the big hand, this the small "
me, nodding my head, I bet you would too!
at that blob high up on the kitchen wall.
Well, I bluffed it out till I started school
and kept, not my eyes, but ears open wide,
and nine times outta ten I had folk fooled
but...
#sonnet
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an item
the item
It is strange today, I feel sad
bought a new cell phone and sensed it was too expensive
I never liked spending money on myself makes
I feel guilty, like I do not deserve it.
I bought a suit when I was twenty a nice suit I bought
in Stockholm, it soon got too small, and I gave it
to my sister's husband.
Being the stinting sort, he wore it until it fell off.
When a child, I never wore anything new
only hand-me-down
I was OK with that.
The phone is black, and I feel intimidated by its sternness
when I switch it on,...
It is strange today, I feel sad
bought a new cell phone and sensed it was too expensive
I never liked spending money on myself makes
I feel guilty, like I do not deserve it.
I bought a suit when I was twenty a nice suit I bought
in Stockholm, it soon got too small, and I gave it
to my sister's husband.
Being the stinting sort, he wore it until it fell off.
When a child, I never wore anything new
only hand-me-down
I was OK with that.
The phone is black, and I feel intimidated by its sternness
when I switch it on,...
#FreeVerse
#prose
#sonnet
#triolet
#villanelle
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A Little Schooling...
It was the center of my childish days
replete with gas-lit streets and killer smog,
the walls, black-soot-pitted from acid rain,
and outside toilets where, sometimes, we'd snog...
But the hand-basins now just reach my thigh
and the rough Izal toilet paper, gone,
along with coal-tar soap this stung my eyes
but I recall we chorused great school songs,
and weaved gay candy-striped maypole ribbons
as to the ' keel row ' we high-stepped a reel,
or...
replete with gas-lit streets and killer smog,
the walls, black-soot-pitted from acid rain,
and outside toilets where, sometimes, we'd snog...
But the hand-basins now just reach my thigh
and the rough Izal toilet paper, gone,
along with coal-tar soap this stung my eyes
but I recall we chorused great school songs,
and weaved gay candy-striped maypole ribbons
as to the ' keel row ' we high-stepped a reel,
or...
#sonnet
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DoJ City
It'll be High-Noon soon in DoJ City
when freedom killers are summoned to town,
a plaintiff song wails, " O, do have pity...
' don't forsake me...' pay! Save, my Maga Crown. "
Retribution's a long time a'coming
the law grinds slow but exceedingly fine
I want to see this thing who'd be dictating
jailed, crying. That's the new-years, wish of mine
I know that all the above is juvenile
and the references, kinda, all mixed up,
but for sure this thing will get a fair trial
but he's insane,...
when freedom killers are summoned to town,
a plaintiff song wails, " O, do have pity...
' don't forsake me...' pay! Save, my Maga Crown. "
Retribution's a long time a'coming
the law grinds slow but exceedingly fine
I want to see this thing who'd be dictating
jailed, crying. That's the new-years, wish of mine
I know that all the above is juvenile
and the references, kinda, all mixed up,
but for sure this thing will get a fair trial
but he's insane,...
#sonnet
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Ping Pong, balls...
My one wall curves round in all directions
then falls back down to me the hub of I,
inside my hide the outside I have shunned
that grey ghostly glow only I can eye.
A straight walk from A arcs me back to A
a backward walk circles round just the same,
a hamster in a 3D wheel but, hey,
if it wasn't such fun I'd go insane...
Inside this womb I wonder about birth
or am I, egg, waiting for warmth to hatch,
or is here the centre of some joke earth ...
then falls back down to me the hub of I,
inside my hide the outside I have shunned
that grey ghostly glow only I can eye.
A straight walk from A arcs me back to A
a backward walk circles round just the same,
a hamster in a 3D wheel but, hey,
if it wasn't such fun I'd go insane...
Inside this womb I wonder about birth
or am I, egg, waiting for warmth to hatch,
or is here the centre of some joke earth ...
#sonnet
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Song of Spring
There's a soft subtle change to sunlight now
perhaps bringing an echo of some spring,
and a great bustling sound now all around
the various garden birds twittering
within the still cold barrenness of trees
but, there's a kinda lightness to the rain
falling on the snowdrops on the browned green
of last year's grass, as the crocuses strain
to bring their colour into this new light,
and crisper brisk beats to people's swift feet
mimicking scudding clouds in their bright heights
in...
perhaps bringing an echo of some spring,
and a great bustling sound now all around
the various garden birds twittering
within the still cold barrenness of trees
but, there's a kinda lightness to the rain
falling on the snowdrops on the browned green
of last year's grass, as the crocuses strain
to bring their colour into this new light,
and crisper brisk beats to people's swift feet
mimicking scudding clouds in their bright heights
in...
#sonnet
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When I'm all Grown...
When I'm all grown up and a dotty Aunt
I'll not swig bottles of cough medicine,
nor smell of wee or camphor balls I shan't
read Woman's Own nor Lady magazine...
For the nephews I shall buy stink-bomb kits
as prezzies, nieces shall get bad ass drums,
and I'll teach all how to cuss, hit and kick
their way through life and not be, the sad ones.
The nephews shall squire me to the ball
and introduce me to elderly gents,
with nieces I'll pillow fight and we'll fall
for boys, then suffer...
I'll not swig bottles of cough medicine,
nor smell of wee or camphor balls I shan't
read Woman's Own nor Lady magazine...
For the nephews I shall buy stink-bomb kits
as prezzies, nieces shall get bad ass drums,
and I'll teach all how to cuss, hit and kick
their way through life and not be, the sad ones.
The nephews shall squire me to the ball
and introduce me to elderly gents,
with nieces I'll pillow fight and we'll fall
for boys, then suffer...
#sonnet
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