Sonnet Poems
#sonnet
Sonnet poems have fourteen lines, and may conform to a number of different formal rhyme schemes. Sonnet poems typically have ten syllables per line.
Mrs Shakespeare, gripes
Your pen has admirable addictions '
writes Will's goodwife ' for a batchelorship,
you clutch tight, employment's invitation,
Me? Mere kitchenwenched to your brats, gossiped
By fly-bitten lewdsters, my name besmirched
in Shottery, birthplace of Susanna,
you may mind, when we were but six month wed!
I've tried honeytonguing you and pander
...
writes Will's goodwife ' for a batchelorship,
you clutch tight, employment's invitation,
Me? Mere kitchenwenched to your brats, gossiped
By fly-bitten lewdsters, my name besmirched
in Shottery, birthplace of Susanna,
you may mind, when we were but six month wed!
I've tried honeytonguing you and pander
...
#fiction
#sonnet
#historical
#WilliamShakespeare
#nonfiction
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Could it get Creepier?
Could life show any thing more creepier
than, ' Dad takes daughter to Purity Ball,'
to pledge to stay virgin till Dad weds her
to her beau, in some hollow holy hall?
For sure that is foul medieval stuff
from tribal Afghanistan's Taliban,
and what controls can ever be enough
since bible writers gave Eve to Adam?
My understanding of gross creepy chaps
is, they've got to follow the party line,
even when that party spouts murderous crap
they obey because to obey's devine...
And when called, to cast the very first...
than, ' Dad takes daughter to Purity Ball,'
to pledge to stay virgin till Dad weds her
to her beau, in some hollow holy hall?
For sure that is foul medieval stuff
from tribal Afghanistan's Taliban,
and what controls can ever be enough
since bible writers gave Eve to Adam?
My understanding of gross creepy chaps
is, they've got to follow the party line,
even when that party spouts murderous crap
they obey because to obey's devine...
And when called, to cast the very first...
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The Emperor's Suit
Crank up a mouth-powered lie weaving loom
churn out yards and yards of transparent lies,
this warped weft weaves a suit designed to groom
the fool and pull wool over many eye.
And It's a broad, sharp suit, a wrought writ suit,
covering the way from brass neck of trump,
folk blind to it's rightness deemed commie brutes
if this suit stitched up, they're for the high jump!
The pattern, marked by cheap shyster lawyers,
that they've combed out of children's fairy tales,
it seems it's children judged to be buyers
blinded by...
churn out yards and yards of transparent lies,
this warped weft weaves a suit designed to groom
the fool and pull wool over many eye.
And It's a broad, sharp suit, a wrought writ suit,
covering the way from brass neck of trump,
folk blind to it's rightness deemed commie brutes
if this suit stitched up, they're for the high jump!
The pattern, marked by cheap shyster lawyers,
that they've combed out of children's fairy tales,
it seems it's children judged to be buyers
blinded by...
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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 ...
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Miow...
I have urgent need to be someone's pet
to become center to a cat-lover's world,
to preen and purr under slow strokes, not fret
that my maker made me a mousey girl.
With chocolates found in my own fishy dish,
to have my cares groomed away just like fleas,
to never again be adult, nor miss
cares, when I'm all pussy purring cat me.
But, I'd surely withhold my affections
if my carer spurns my furred pussy life,
and doubtless I'd stray to some other one
after I've...
to become center to a cat-lover's world,
to preen and purr under slow strokes, not fret
that my maker made me a mousey girl.
With chocolates found in my own fishy dish,
to have my cares groomed away just like fleas,
to never again be adult, nor miss
cares, when I'm all pussy purring cat me.
But, I'd surely withhold my affections
if my carer spurns my furred pussy life,
and doubtless I'd stray to some other one
after I've...
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Sipping Chilled Rosé
The wolverine dreams of ripe tangerines
in the mouth of a plump pink flamingo,
unconcerned by the sharp flamingo screams
as round, roasting, round on the spit she goes...
He had wondered why it was named a spit
till he got too close to the spitting fire,
the burning feathers bothered not one whit
now he was nearing his hearts desire...
A meal of a fruited, roasted, game bird
sauced by the decreasing screams down to whine,
quieting now till all that can be heard
is the wolverine stropping...
in the mouth of a plump pink flamingo,
unconcerned by the sharp flamingo screams
as round, roasting, round on the spit she goes...
He had wondered why it was named a spit
till he got too close to the spitting fire,
the burning feathers bothered not one whit
now he was nearing his hearts desire...
A meal of a fruited, roasted, game bird
sauced by the decreasing screams down to whine,
quieting now till all that can be heard
is the wolverine stropping...
#food
#rhyming
#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 ...
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My Little Song
Sonnets, man, that's the stuff to make you think
yourself round the cobwebs of your blank mind,
and hard enough to sweat out good strong drink
and gain different views as you write your lines.
It'll quicken the blood prickle the skin
there's time for melancholy when you're dead,
traditional too you'll be Shakespeare's kin!
but, by hap, you'll not by quite so well read...
This rhythm when finally acquired
believe me lad, it can cure most of life's ills,
you'll reach greater heights...
yourself round the cobwebs of your blank mind,
and hard enough to sweat out good strong drink
and gain different views as you write your lines.
It'll quicken the blood prickle the skin
there's time for melancholy when you're dead,
traditional too you'll be Shakespeare's kin!
but, by hap, you'll not by quite so well read...
This rhythm when finally acquired
believe me lad, it can cure most of life's ills,
you'll reach greater heights...
#sonnet
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Cheesy Stuff...
I've been wheeled rind and rind the Yorkshire dales
they've not stilton'd on cottage industries,
holed and wheyed, cheddar gorged sniffed, licked and hailed
" a Piers ploughman's lunch, please " in hostelries.
Implicated in ' Killer Cheeseburgers '
but, for sure, praised high as a Gouda'n,
then reviled as 'awful nightmare, bringer'
and strangely sold sweating, in a tin can.
I'm processed to cheesy stuff by rennet
on...
they've not stilton'd on cottage industries,
holed and wheyed, cheddar gorged sniffed, licked and hailed
" a Piers ploughman's lunch, please " in hostelries.
Implicated in ' Killer Cheeseburgers '
but, for sure, praised high as a Gouda'n,
then reviled as 'awful nightmare, bringer'
and strangely sold sweating, in a tin can.
I'm processed to cheesy stuff by rennet
on...
#food
#funny
#sonnet
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Richard III
I need a new arch-villain to rouse me
from my foppish slugabed addiction,
to castigate my fist, grown right weary
through my poor lacklustre, ruminations.
Though who matters not, batty or bloodstained.
I've a Prince in mind, Richard of Gloucester,
malicious and twisted, hunchbacked, at pains
to elbow his way, brutally, to power...
With two wee bairns, entowered, to wrench hearts,
an inconvenient fixture of a wife,
to shed, to warm his feet at the kings hearth,
with a bloody final divorce, by knife...
...
from my foppish slugabed addiction,
to castigate my fist, grown right weary
through my poor lacklustre, ruminations.
Though who matters not, batty or bloodstained.
I've a Prince in mind, Richard of Gloucester,
malicious and twisted, hunchbacked, at pains
to elbow his way, brutally, to power...
With two wee bairns, entowered, to wrench hearts,
an inconvenient fixture of a wife,
to shed, to warm his feet at the kings hearth,
with a bloody final divorce, by knife...
...
#fiction
#sonnet
#historical
#WilliamShakespeare
#nonfiction
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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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My Empty Space.
I fear that deep, dark, cold, of outer space
it mocks my feeble spark of being, so,
it's up there, lurking, but so in my face
with its life bringing age-old big bang glow.
It's waiting for my cold scattered ashes
this foul, soulless, dead, still eternal thing,
to take my atoms like so much trash is
taken by trash carts, still, I'll cling and cling...
It's the rotten fixed fate of emptiness
I shall not get to leave a space behind,
this soap-bubble of my brief consciousness
will blink, snuffing out my life-spark, my time.
...
it mocks my feeble spark of being, so,
it's up there, lurking, but so in my face
with its life bringing age-old big bang glow.
It's waiting for my cold scattered ashes
this foul, soulless, dead, still eternal thing,
to take my atoms like so much trash is
taken by trash carts, still, I'll cling and cling...
It's the rotten fixed fate of emptiness
I shall not get to leave a space behind,
this soap-bubble of my brief consciousness
will blink, snuffing out my life-spark, my time.
...
#sonnet
#science
#universe
#fate
#scifi
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