a study toward sonnet #558 by FisherKingKQJ
It was the blueberry and schnapps sorbet
A waitress volunteered me to replace-
If yuck - you don't say that to a gourmet-
I fed nearby pot plants as coup de grace.
There was a pal I used to much embrace,
Two piccolo silk jackets picked for us,
I filched her copy back just to save face-
Her collar waxy slick with make-up muss.
There was a pal's pal who would madly cuss,
Who was plain touching overfamiliar;
Whom I got my disguised boyfriend to suss,
Chat her up her collect from timezones far.
Darling, you're a pal and never would snitch,
The girl's girl never slamming me a bitch.
(Chorus)
Darling, you're a pal and never would snitch. SPADE
Darling, you're a pal and never would grass. CLUB
Darling, you're a pal and never would nark. DIAMOND
{Rhythm and typeset corrected 6/12/05,
content changed.}
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Sulla, Dictator of Rome
Watch your friend earn a million dollars
as lead punter!
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Saturday, February 26, 2005
a study toward sonnet #557 by FisherKingKQJ
Kookoo, bright gorilla has me to thank
For his cool one male per four female clan;
All lesser knuckledown males can go wank,
Observe the stiff club ladder blanket ban.
Kookoo has lots of overlap with Man-
He's mesmerised by women's pink nipples;
When his intelligent thick fingers fan
It's a sign to give him feels and tipples.
Consternation fed rebellion ripples
Through my assistants who won't expose
A single nipple; those small minded cripples:
On mine, the tag "button", Kookoo bestows.
Be all woman, stuff your bra with lollies,
Add to Kookoo's gab one word:"dollies".
(Chorus)
Be all woman, stuff your bra with lollies. SPADES
Be all woman, stuff your bra with bonbons. CLUBS
Be all womann, stuff your bra with sweets. DIAMONDS
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{ll1,12 and 14 corrected for typeset. Rhythm, content
okay. 7/11/05.}
Kookoo, bright gorilla has me to thank
For his cool one male per four female clan;
All lesser knuckledown males can go wank,
Observe the stiff club ladder blanket ban.
Kookoo has lots of overlap with Man-
He's mesmerised by women's pink nipples;
When his intelligent thick fingers fan
It's a sign to give him feels and tipples.
Consternation fed rebellion ripples
Through my assistants who won't expose
A single nipple; those small minded cripples:
On mine, the tag "button", Kookoo bestows.
Be all woman, stuff your bra with lollies,
Add to Kookoo's gab one word:"dollies".
(Chorus)
Be all woman, stuff your bra with lollies. SPADES
Be all woman, stuff your bra with bonbons. CLUBS
Be all womann, stuff your bra with sweets. DIAMONDS
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{ll1,12 and 14 corrected for typeset. Rhythm, content
okay. 7/11/05.}
Friday, February 25, 2005
a study toward sonnet #556 by FisherKingKQJ
Agreed: it's wicked to be slagged faghag,
Considered some second class citizen;
But often, I like playing up as one dag
Without going stone cold on hetero men.
From men you can learn the torture of zen,
And barricade yourself with dear gay males;
If you can't find a partner who's a ten,
A shopping spree companion never fails.
Engrossed by your chitchat about what ails,
He's nattily dressed plus perfectly groomed,
Collected where a red-blooded male flails,
His ego to sharp company subsumed.
To your speed dial you add another poof,
Erase a man-eating girlfriend now spoof.
(Chorus)
To your speed dial you add another poof. SPADES
To your speed dial you add another homo. CLUBS
To your speed dial you add another queer. DIAMONDS
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{Corrected for typeset 7/12/05.}
Agreed: it's wicked to be slagged faghag,
Considered some second class citizen;
But often, I like playing up as one dag
Without going stone cold on hetero men.
From men you can learn the torture of zen,
And barricade yourself with dear gay males;
If you can't find a partner who's a ten,
A shopping spree companion never fails.
Engrossed by your chitchat about what ails,
He's nattily dressed plus perfectly groomed,
Collected where a red-blooded male flails,
His ego to sharp company subsumed.
To your speed dial you add another poof,
Erase a man-eating girlfriend now spoof.
(Chorus)
To your speed dial you add another poof. SPADES
To your speed dial you add another homo. CLUBS
To your speed dial you add another queer. DIAMONDS
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{Corrected for typeset 7/12/05.}
a study toward sonnet #536 by FisherKingKQJ
The on-again off-again relationship
With Mickey had lasted for a few years;
His uni chum Mike might give him the pip,
I felt, according to his sidelong stares.
So when we bought Black Sea holiday fares
I felt Mickey was readying to propose,
As we sunbathed on rickety deckchairs,
Perhaps in a voice solemn or jocose.
As he'd been mutely moody and morose,
I dated Mike behind his spineless back;
Mike was competitive and boldly chose-
Proposed by light plane and banner tack.
But just to Mickey could my heart betroth,
I sobbed alone; I avoided them both.
(Chorus)
I sobbed alone; I avoided them both. SPADES
I sobbed alone; I avoided them pair. CLUBS
I sobbed alone; I avoided them twosome. DIAMONDS
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{ll7, 13, 14 adjusted for typeset. 7/12/05.}
The on-again off-again relationship
With Mickey had lasted for a few years;
His uni chum Mike might give him the pip,
I felt, according to his sidelong stares.
So when we bought Black Sea holiday fares
I felt Mickey was readying to propose,
As we sunbathed on rickety deckchairs,
Perhaps in a voice solemn or jocose.
As he'd been mutely moody and morose,
I dated Mike behind his spineless back;
Mike was competitive and boldly chose-
Proposed by light plane and banner tack.
But just to Mickey could my heart betroth,
I sobbed alone; I avoided them both.
(Chorus)
I sobbed alone; I avoided them both. SPADES
I sobbed alone; I avoided them pair. CLUBS
I sobbed alone; I avoided them twosome. DIAMONDS
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{ll7, 13, 14 adjusted for typeset. 7/12/05.}
Thursday, February 24, 2005
a study toward sonnet #555 by FisherKingKQJ
A gentlemen's club is plate-licking clean,
And navel icing gets the lunchtime crowd:
Can ten times the minimum wage demean?
I'd never force a girl to be plied or ploughed.
A nude girl wears pavlova for shroud,
Is smorgasbord enough for manly eyes-
To beer swill claps and roars is sweetmeat proud;
Touched by her booty, bills from wallets prize.
New markets are where we upsize-
Females want some calorie free pizzaz,
Some lorgnette portions far from hips and thighs,
Pay big for small, healthy slice razzamatazz.
Male strippers wear a petite smorgasbord,
Coin-scaled mint and pea pancakes lord.
(Chorus)
Our nude strippers wear petite smorgasbord. SPADE
Our nude strippers wear petite all-you-can-eat. CLUBS
Our nude strippers wear petite buffet. DIAMONDS
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{l14 lengthened for typeset 7/12/05.}
A gentlemen's club is plate-licking clean,
And navel icing gets the lunchtime crowd:
Can ten times the minimum wage demean?
I'd never force a girl to be plied or ploughed.
A nude girl wears pavlova for shroud,
Is smorgasbord enough for manly eyes-
To beer swill claps and roars is sweetmeat proud;
Touched by her booty, bills from wallets prize.
New markets are where we upsize-
Females want some calorie free pizzaz,
Some lorgnette portions far from hips and thighs,
Pay big for small, healthy slice razzamatazz.
Male strippers wear a petite smorgasbord,
Coin-scaled mint and pea pancakes lord.
(Chorus)
Our nude strippers wear petite smorgasbord. SPADE
Our nude strippers wear petite all-you-can-eat. CLUBS
Our nude strippers wear petite buffet. DIAMONDS
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{l14 lengthened for typeset 7/12/05.}
a study toward sonnnet #537 by FisherKingKQJ
We were a couple for several years
And he was very loving and caring;
He'd open car doors for me without airs,
Our lives were dedicated to sharing.
His praises of my looks were endearing,
Yet in earshot he flattered hunky males
On cotton muscle shirts they were wearing-
To homosexuality that tipped scales.
His love turned a labyrinth of travails
As matrimony by him was proposed:
Refused, his flooding eyes befit his wails,
He was so sensitive, yet undiagnosed.
A friend told me that he's overtly gay,
I love him still in a bittersweet way.
(Chorus)
A friend told me that he's overtly gay. SPADES
A friend told me that he's overtly camp. CLUBS
A friend told me that he's overtly queer. DIAMONDS
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{l14 corrected for typeset 7/12/05.}
We were a couple for several years
And he was very loving and caring;
He'd open car doors for me without airs,
Our lives were dedicated to sharing.
His praises of my looks were endearing,
Yet in earshot he flattered hunky males
On cotton muscle shirts they were wearing-
To homosexuality that tipped scales.
His love turned a labyrinth of travails
As matrimony by him was proposed:
Refused, his flooding eyes befit his wails,
He was so sensitive, yet undiagnosed.
A friend told me that he's overtly gay,
I love him still in a bittersweet way.
(Chorus)
A friend told me that he's overtly gay. SPADES
A friend told me that he's overtly camp. CLUBS
A friend told me that he's overtly queer. DIAMONDS
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{l14 corrected for typeset 7/12/05.}
Sunday, February 20, 2005
a study toward sonnet #553 by FisherKingKQJ
That pH upset read infection credible,
The chocolate sauce laced dairy cream
Bikini impractical, although edible-
So could I make love to surface and gleam?
The superimposed karma sutra theme,
The momentum loss to his wiggling swoops,
The slomo circus acrobatics ream
Turned me into orgasm-free pretzel loops.
Then, dogpaddling, his fists became huge scoops,
And kneaded my breasts as if baker's dough-
Should I've obliged with delirious whoops?
My nipples hurt; so much for afterglow.
To chlorine cuts of my slot in the spa,
To him, I grunted, and grimaced...tata!
(Chorus)
To him, I grunted, and grimaced...tata! SPADES
To him, I grunted, and grimaced...adieu! CLUBS
To him, I grunted, and grimaced...farewell! DIAMONDS
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{! is Polari for !}
{l1 corrected for typeset 7/12/05.}
That pH upset read infection credible,
The chocolate sauce laced dairy cream
Bikini impractical, although edible-
So could I make love to surface and gleam?
The superimposed karma sutra theme,
The momentum loss to his wiggling swoops,
The slomo circus acrobatics ream
Turned me into orgasm-free pretzel loops.
Then, dogpaddling, his fists became huge scoops,
And kneaded my breasts as if baker's dough-
Should I've obliged with delirious whoops?
My nipples hurt; so much for afterglow.
To chlorine cuts of my slot in the spa,
To him, I grunted, and grimaced...tata!
(Chorus)
To him, I grunted, and grimaced...tata! SPADES
To him, I grunted, and grimaced...adieu! CLUBS
To him, I grunted, and grimaced...farewell! DIAMONDS
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{! is Polari for !}
{l1 corrected for typeset 7/12/05.}
Saturday, February 19, 2005
a study toward sonnet #552 by FisherKingKQJ
He's bubbling, passionate, emphatic, cute,
Composed, intelligent, easy-going, calm,
Responsive, balanced, genuine, deep, astute,
Devoid of sarcasm and absent of smarm.
He buys flowers for no reason but to charm-
For seconds you feel the only girl alive;
He understands females, his words disarm,
And nourish you, on bad days else you thrive.
He's value: he gets you to laugh at jive;
He's empathic: you both walk a bypath;
He's helpful: women young, females archive
Can count on him in any aftermath.
That two-way mirror tile in a mosaic,
He's so right-for-you-join-the-dots-prosaic.
(Chorus)
He's so right-for-you-join-the-dots-prosaic. SPADES
He's so right-for-you-join-the-dots-commonplace. CLUBS
He's so right-for-you-join-the-dots-everyday. DIAMONDS
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{l1 corrected for typeset 7/12/05}
He's bubbling, passionate, emphatic, cute,
Composed, intelligent, easy-going, calm,
Responsive, balanced, genuine, deep, astute,
Devoid of sarcasm and absent of smarm.
He buys flowers for no reason but to charm-
For seconds you feel the only girl alive;
He understands females, his words disarm,
And nourish you, on bad days else you thrive.
He's value: he gets you to laugh at jive;
He's empathic: you both walk a bypath;
He's helpful: women young, females archive
Can count on him in any aftermath.
That two-way mirror tile in a mosaic,
He's so right-for-you-join-the-dots-prosaic.
(Chorus)
He's so right-for-you-join-the-dots-prosaic. SPADES
He's so right-for-you-join-the-dots-commonplace. CLUBS
He's so right-for-you-join-the-dots-everyday. DIAMONDS
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{l1 corrected for typeset 7/12/05}
a study toward sonnet #538 by FisherKingKQJ
I'd argued with him perpetually through
The long relationship, and tired, at last,
Quit it for sanity's sake; and it was true-
His stultifying petulance was iron-cast.
He rang me up, as he'd reviewed the past;
As he'd looked in the mirror, toned his act,
And ushered me to a restaurant fast,
Whereon, he proposed to me without tact.
The bended knee with a diamond ring lacked
Intimate feelings for me, all for show,
I did refuse him, my conscience not racked-
He was desperately, publicly hollow.
He plonked the ring into a crystal glass;
He was insured for acts beat up as crass.
(Chorus)
He was insured for acts beat up as crass. SPADES
He was insured for acts beat up as boorish.CLUBS
He was insured for acts beat up as vulgar. DIAMONDS
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{l14 corrected for typeset. 7/12/05.}
I'd argued with him perpetually through
The long relationship, and tired, at last,
Quit it for sanity's sake; and it was true-
His stultifying petulance was iron-cast.
He rang me up, as he'd reviewed the past;
As he'd looked in the mirror, toned his act,
And ushered me to a restaurant fast,
Whereon, he proposed to me without tact.
The bended knee with a diamond ring lacked
Intimate feelings for me, all for show,
I did refuse him, my conscience not racked-
He was desperately, publicly hollow.
He plonked the ring into a crystal glass;
He was insured for acts beat up as crass.
(Chorus)
He was insured for acts beat up as crass. SPADES
He was insured for acts beat up as boorish.CLUBS
He was insured for acts beat up as vulgar. DIAMONDS
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{l14 corrected for typeset. 7/12/05.}
Friday, February 18, 2005
a study toward sonnet #540 by FisherKingKQJ
This soul swoons as artist in his garret,
Bohemian, poetic, close penniless;
Immune to workaday stick and carrot,
When courting, he opines that more is less.
She gets new underwear if she's serious,
A brazilian wax, facial and brow pluck;
When gold digging it's all things to excess,
A thousand dollar low-cut gown brings luck.
At Toity restaurant we gourmets tuck
Into Boog caviar, Peregrine champagne-
With half the tab the poor girl is stuck-
Stuck on a husband fossicking campaign.
I love a girl who hires herself out dutch,
Pays by washing dishes, and other such.
(Chorus)
I love a girl who hires herself out dutch. SPADES
I love a girl who hires herself out fifty-fifty.CLUBS
I love a girl who hires herself out halves.DIAMONDS
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{ll1,2,14 corrected for typeset 7/12/05.}
This soul swoons as artist in his garret,
Bohemian, poetic, close penniless;
Immune to workaday stick and carrot,
When courting, he opines that more is less.
She gets new underwear if she's serious,
A brazilian wax, facial and brow pluck;
When gold digging it's all things to excess,
A thousand dollar low-cut gown brings luck.
At Toity restaurant we gourmets tuck
Into Boog caviar, Peregrine champagne-
With half the tab the poor girl is stuck-
Stuck on a husband fossicking campaign.
I love a girl who hires herself out dutch,
Pays by washing dishes, and other such.
(Chorus)
I love a girl who hires herself out dutch. SPADES
I love a girl who hires herself out fifty-fifty.CLUBS
I love a girl who hires herself out halves.DIAMONDS
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{ll1,2,14 corrected for typeset 7/12/05.}
Dear Diary,
As an occasional observer of things Italian in deference to the master sonnet writer Petrarch...I find the article about a 70 year old woman who gave birth when she was sixty to substitute an only son for an only son she lost to a motorcycle accident very interesting. I've wanted to clone some of my young relatives who died in a civil war.
But it brings me back to three dimensional motion pictures as a health product as opposed to a special effects gimmick. One of the things I want to do with an interactive sonnet in the off key is present it as a "live" performance by me on the balailaika as a computer generated fourteen year old boy.
The sort of girls who sing my sonnets are plastic surgery enhanced, much more beautiful and talented than their detractors and wear subtle but sexy cocktail dresses and night gowns. Again, for this form of 3d there are no special effects gimmicks, only a smorgasbord for the eyes.
As an occasional observer of things Italian in deference to the master sonnet writer Petrarch...I find the article about a 70 year old woman who gave birth when she was sixty to substitute an only son for an only son she lost to a motorcycle accident very interesting. I've wanted to clone some of my young relatives who died in a civil war.
But it brings me back to three dimensional motion pictures as a health product as opposed to a special effects gimmick. One of the things I want to do with an interactive sonnet in the off key is present it as a "live" performance by me on the balailaika as a computer generated fourteen year old boy.
The sort of girls who sing my sonnets are plastic surgery enhanced, much more beautiful and talented than their detractors and wear subtle but sexy cocktail dresses and night gowns. Again, for this form of 3d there are no special effects gimmicks, only a smorgasbord for the eyes.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
a study toward sonnet #551 by FisherKingKQJ
She's wholly different, and I don't talk
About the sex with my friend as I might;
I'd rather a night in with her and balk
At a night out with my good friends as trite.
They would find our intense love recondite,
They might get soft skin lining a bangle,
But not the way she taps my inner plight,
In my predicaments finds one good angle.
Night owl, morning lark, we somehow wangle
A polarised love - as, she neat, I mess,
She noisey, I quiet, in pash or wrangle,
She spontaneous, me braked, both to digress.
Our libidos conjugate just enough
To work around in-laws wayward tough.
(Chorus)
Our libidos conjugate just enough. SPADES
Our libidos conjugate just adequate. CLUBS
Our libidos conjugate just sufficient. DIAMONDS
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She's wholly different, and I don't talk
About the sex with my friend as I might;
I'd rather a night in with her and balk
At a night out with my good friends as trite.
They would find our intense love recondite,
They might get soft skin lining a bangle,
But not the way she taps my inner plight,
In my predicaments finds one good angle.
Night owl, morning lark, we somehow wangle
A polarised love - as, she neat, I mess,
She noisey, I quiet, in pash or wrangle,
She spontaneous, me braked, both to digress.
Our libidos conjugate just enough
To work around in-laws wayward tough.
(Chorus)
Our libidos conjugate just enough. SPADES
Our libidos conjugate just adequate. CLUBS
Our libidos conjugate just sufficient. DIAMONDS
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a study toward sonnet #544 by FisherKingKQJ
I started out doing androgynous girls
At dykey bars, but I indulged butch/femme
And tumbled in love with her short punch curls,
Conventional and easy to condemn.
We joined others in the closet mayhem:
Repressed bicurious; week end drag kings,
We argued ourselves one face of a gem,
We craved for none of those sex change pings.
Her mean demeanour plays on my heartstrings-
I love her shoulders, so sinewy and strong,
We timeshare our boisterous mood swings,
Too square for either world and always wrong.
She does kung fu, and projects as tough;
I do embroidery, and project as fluff.
(Chorus)
She does kung fu, and projects as rough. SPADES
She does kung fu, and projects as brusque.CLUBS
She does kung fu, and projects as coarse.DIAMONDS
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I started out doing androgynous girls
At dykey bars, but I indulged butch/femme
And tumbled in love with her short punch curls,
Conventional and easy to condemn.
We joined others in the closet mayhem:
Repressed bicurious; week end drag kings,
We argued ourselves one face of a gem,
We craved for none of those sex change pings.
Her mean demeanour plays on my heartstrings-
I love her shoulders, so sinewy and strong,
We timeshare our boisterous mood swings,
Too square for either world and always wrong.
She does kung fu, and projects as tough;
I do embroidery, and project as fluff.
(Chorus)
She does kung fu, and projects as rough. SPADES
She does kung fu, and projects as brusque.CLUBS
She does kung fu, and projects as coarse.DIAMONDS
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
a study toward sonnet #550 by FisherKingKQJ
HEARTS SPADES CLUBS DIAMONDS
I'm hunting for my harem in Melbourne
To update the kingdom to the century;
Four young wives obedient but not careworn,
Goodlooking girl students in penury.
A harem is a balanced potpourri
Of mammary size and face shape and height;
It's not a place for tears of woe or fury,
A sultan's iron fist judges wrong from right.
One gets a ring that's tagged on a kite;
Two gets a ring as a nose-ring of a steed;
Three gets a ring well burnished to highlight;
Four gets a ring all carats guaranteed.
The talk of bachelor boys makes me broil;
Stirred envy of my privilege dialled boil.
(Chorus)
Stirred envy of my privilege dialled boil.
Stirred envy of my privilege dialled effervesce.
Stirred envy of my privilege dialled seethe.
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HEARTS SPADES CLUBS DIAMONDS
I'm hunting for my harem in Melbourne
To update the kingdom to the century;
Four young wives obedient but not careworn,
Goodlooking girl students in penury.
A harem is a balanced potpourri
Of mammary size and face shape and height;
It's not a place for tears of woe or fury,
A sultan's iron fist judges wrong from right.
One gets a ring that's tagged on a kite;
Two gets a ring as a nose-ring of a steed;
Three gets a ring well burnished to highlight;
Four gets a ring all carats guaranteed.
The talk of bachelor boys makes me broil;
Stirred envy of my privilege dialled boil.
(Chorus)
Stirred envy of my privilege dialled boil.
Stirred envy of my privilege dialled effervesce.
Stirred envy of my privilege dialled seethe.
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies]
Monday, February 14, 2005
Sunday, February 13, 2005
a study toward sonnet #549 by FisherKingKQJ
He watches tv throughout our chitchat,
Else he talks over what I want to say,
His schedule he describes as this and that,
He lightly kisses me with some dismay.
Our love eroded, nought can he betray-
Our union is bereft of spark or squib,
He's passive-aggressive, pushes away,
I won't wipe his mouth or scrub up his bib.
He nods nought is wrong so as not to fib,
But I know he feels himself in a rut,
I know aggrieved fury cannot be seen as glib,
Our coitus is not at all or else smut.
I'm watching beautiful boys on the fly,
He's ogling gorgeous girls, as on the sly.
(Chorus)
He's ogling gorgeous girls, as on the sly.
He's ogling gorgeous girls, as on the devious.
He's ogling gorgeous girls, as on the hush.
[Autocube3 - autocue for interactive movies.]
He watches tv throughout our chitchat,
Else he talks over what I want to say,
His schedule he describes as this and that,
He lightly kisses me with some dismay.
Our love eroded, nought can he betray-
Our union is bereft of spark or squib,
He's passive-aggressive, pushes away,
I won't wipe his mouth or scrub up his bib.
He nods nought is wrong so as not to fib,
But I know he feels himself in a rut,
I know aggrieved fury cannot be seen as glib,
Our coitus is not at all or else smut.
I'm watching beautiful boys on the fly,
He's ogling gorgeous girls, as on the sly.
(Chorus)
He's ogling gorgeous girls, as on the sly.
He's ogling gorgeous girls, as on the devious.
He's ogling gorgeous girls, as on the hush.
[Autocube3 - autocue for interactive movies.]
a study toward sonnet #548 by FisherKingKQJ
Girl, stupid, read the boilerplate font,
My butterflies shook my sweaty fingers,
Meanwhile pretending to be nonchalant,
Afraid of bathroom smell, which malingers!
I'm a girl next door for all dead ringers:
The hazel eyes, short permed hair, and petite,
The been there, done that harbingers,
But never mind, I'd be charming and sweet.
The primo short skirt spelt feat or defeat
When we chatted; he was a friend long lost,
Our humour and interests were upbeat,
Could we stand intimacy overglossed?
Sometimes we talked for hours, or not at all,
Relaxed in either, joining big and small.
(Chorus)
Sometimes we talked for hours, or not at all.
Sometimes we talked for hours, or not at complete.
Sometimes we talked for hours, or not at entire.
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Girl, stupid, read the boilerplate font,
My butterflies shook my sweaty fingers,
Meanwhile pretending to be nonchalant,
Afraid of bathroom smell, which malingers!
I'm a girl next door for all dead ringers:
The hazel eyes, short permed hair, and petite,
The been there, done that harbingers,
But never mind, I'd be charming and sweet.
The primo short skirt spelt feat or defeat
When we chatted; he was a friend long lost,
Our humour and interests were upbeat,
Could we stand intimacy overglossed?
Sometimes we talked for hours, or not at all,
Relaxed in either, joining big and small.
(Chorus)
Sometimes we talked for hours, or not at all.
Sometimes we talked for hours, or not at complete.
Sometimes we talked for hours, or not at entire.
[Autocube3 - autocue for interactive movies.]
Saturday, February 12, 2005
a study toward sonnet #546 by FisherKingKQJ
A slash of yellow sunlight hit my face
From parted curtains and enflamed my cheek;
I woke up in an unfamiliar place-
I was in someone else's bed and meek.
Pretending to sleep, I snuck in a peek-
He was in the bathroom; I grabbed my gear,
Departed on the smallest back door squeak,
The cunning nearly much too much to bear.
He had the large trapezoid, diminutive derriere,
It tempted me to overstay my welcome-
But our personalities weren't a pair,
The bubbly chat in retrospect was humdrum.
I guess that I played a defensive game,
It came across ingenious or else tame.
(Chorus)
I guess that I played a defensive game.
I guess that I played a defensive plot.
I guess that I played a defensive strategy.
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
A slash of yellow sunlight hit my face
From parted curtains and enflamed my cheek;
I woke up in an unfamiliar place-
I was in someone else's bed and meek.
Pretending to sleep, I snuck in a peek-
He was in the bathroom; I grabbed my gear,
Departed on the smallest back door squeak,
The cunning nearly much too much to bear.
He had the large trapezoid, diminutive derriere,
It tempted me to overstay my welcome-
But our personalities weren't a pair,
The bubbly chat in retrospect was humdrum.
I guess that I played a defensive game,
It came across ingenious or else tame.
(Chorus)
I guess that I played a defensive game.
I guess that I played a defensive plot.
I guess that I played a defensive strategy.
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
a study toward sonnet #547 by FisherKingKQJ
My left side labia is small near and far,
Compared side by side, I'm afraid of boys;
My vagina smells sometimes vinegar...
Sometimes fishy, the caprice annoys.
Do tomboys give birth just to more tomboys?
I've got a small backside and narrow hips-
Highlighted by cream coloured corduroys-
Book me for Caesarean style clips and rips.
My dream of flounder babies yanked from snips
Alloys my angst about my undie stains,
The white and yellow five-cent sized dry drips,
The colour-coded diary itself strains.
Where am I going with the god Narcissus?
When all I want is to be called missus?
(Chorus)
Where am I going with the god Narcissus?
Where am I going with the god Egocentric?
Where am I going with the god Vanity?
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
My left side labia is small near and far,
Compared side by side, I'm afraid of boys;
My vagina smells sometimes vinegar...
Sometimes fishy, the caprice annoys.
Do tomboys give birth just to more tomboys?
I've got a small backside and narrow hips-
Highlighted by cream coloured corduroys-
Book me for Caesarean style clips and rips.
My dream of flounder babies yanked from snips
Alloys my angst about my undie stains,
The white and yellow five-cent sized dry drips,
The colour-coded diary itself strains.
Where am I going with the god Narcissus?
When all I want is to be called missus?
(Chorus)
Where am I going with the god Narcissus?
Where am I going with the god Egocentric?
Where am I going with the god Vanity?
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
Friday, February 11, 2005
Dear Diary,
I've got a backlog of about forty sonnets, but it's more important at this stage to write them than to publish them.
The two demo cartoons are:
Hitchhiker, featuring a blowfly called Geegee and a mite called Jockey.
Supertanker Stan, featuring a game of gridiron between a captain and a stowaway off the coast of (baked) Alaska.
HEARTS SPADES CLUBS DIAMONDS
I've got a backlog of about forty sonnets, but it's more important at this stage to write them than to publish them.
The two demo cartoons are:
Hitchhiker, featuring a blowfly called Geegee and a mite called Jockey.
Supertanker Stan, featuring a game of gridiron between a captain and a stowaway off the coast of (baked) Alaska.
HEARTS SPADES CLUBS DIAMONDS
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
a study toward sonnet #545 by FisherKingKQJ
Might there be one girl round for only me?
Although she doesn't have to be complete,
Disgusting is something she cannot be;
Her company should be a scrummy treat.
I'm done with girls who wriggle, meander, cheat:
The girl who faked it with a push up bra,
The girl who was demure and indiscreet,
The girl who was contrived and la de da,
The girl who badmouthed my dear pa and ma,
The girl who nagged a familiar reproach,
The girl who readily said her tata,
The girl who was a good behaviour coach.
A girl who didn't her deep down self reveal,
Maybe could my old flame snuff or repeal.
(Chorus)
A girl who didn't her deep down self reveal.
A girl who didn't her deep down self expose.
A girl who didn't her deep down self show.
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
Might there be one girl round for only me?
Although she doesn't have to be complete,
Disgusting is something she cannot be;
Her company should be a scrummy treat.
I'm done with girls who wriggle, meander, cheat:
The girl who faked it with a push up bra,
The girl who was demure and indiscreet,
The girl who was contrived and la de da,
The girl who badmouthed my dear pa and ma,
The girl who nagged a familiar reproach,
The girl who readily said her tata,
The girl who was a good behaviour coach.
A girl who didn't her deep down self reveal,
Maybe could my old flame snuff or repeal.
(Chorus)
A girl who didn't her deep down self reveal.
A girl who didn't her deep down self expose.
A girl who didn't her deep down self show.
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
a study toward sonnet #504 by FisherKingKQJ
My uncle, like a Trojan, worked long hours,
A hundred hours per week; he'd always upbraid
My mother with supercilious glowers,
Her microskirts, her rouge cheeks overmade.
For family he was a stickler, and he forbade
The mention of my dad the drunken fool;
For junior black sheep, I was nicely paid,
He hired me fresh from secretarial school.
One night, I observed his own golden rule,
On my desk he was striking at a blond,
And intertwining, they sweat a typing pool,
The boss, the sales rep of whom he was fond.
I told my hairstylist who told her chum,
Who told my aunt who supported mum.
(Chorus)
I told my hairstylist who told her chum.
I told my hairstylist who told her friend.
I told my hairstylist who told her pal.
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
My uncle, like a Trojan, worked long hours,
A hundred hours per week; he'd always upbraid
My mother with supercilious glowers,
Her microskirts, her rouge cheeks overmade.
For family he was a stickler, and he forbade
The mention of my dad the drunken fool;
For junior black sheep, I was nicely paid,
He hired me fresh from secretarial school.
One night, I observed his own golden rule,
On my desk he was striking at a blond,
And intertwining, they sweat a typing pool,
The boss, the sales rep of whom he was fond.
I told my hairstylist who told her chum,
Who told my aunt who supported mum.
(Chorus)
I told my hairstylist who told her chum.
I told my hairstylist who told her friend.
I told my hairstylist who told her pal.
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
Sunday, February 06, 2005
a study toward sonnet #503 by FisherKingKQJ
Should I wake now, or could stay I asleep?
A goddess carnate decked in fiery glows,
She's loving, understanding, prudent, deep,
Regardless of skin tone, sex, station, pose.
Untainted by rage, or hunger, read up close,
Her sentinels are lions without poo-holes;
Female or male, equal in size each grows;
Each purrs prayers for each smile she doles.
Then, one lion at her feet stretches and rolls
For tummy rubs, and bares gums with no teeth-
The ringleader of these large, clawless souls
Who else subsist on ozone that they breathe?
She won't let me be smothered by chance,
Joy is a cure for my sleepwalking trance.
(Chorus)
o $1,000,000 chance
o $1,000,000 luck
o $1,000,000 fortune
[Autocue3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
Should I wake now, or could stay I asleep?
A goddess carnate decked in fiery glows,
She's loving, understanding, prudent, deep,
Regardless of skin tone, sex, station, pose.
Untainted by rage, or hunger, read up close,
Her sentinels are lions without poo-holes;
Female or male, equal in size each grows;
Each purrs prayers for each smile she doles.
Then, one lion at her feet stretches and rolls
For tummy rubs, and bares gums with no teeth-
The ringleader of these large, clawless souls
Who else subsist on ozone that they breathe?
She won't let me be smothered by chance,
Joy is a cure for my sleepwalking trance.
(Chorus)
o $1,000,000 chance
o $1,000,000 luck
o $1,000,000 fortune
[Autocue3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
Saturday, February 05, 2005
a study toward sonnet #502 by FisherKingKQJ
When as I'm broken, disabled and weak,
My loving honey ministers to me;
And while she slumbers, I furtively seek
A soul infusing silent nirvana glee.
When dozy accidental senses flee,
They seek expanding, contracting ribcage,
The tousles of hair on cheeks are a plea
To surrender my material rage.
I'm dutibound to an enlightened sage:
True insight, just thoughts, fair speech,
Also, bona fide action, correct gauge,
Right focus, proper labour, all in reach.
With her, I move forward toward the truth,
Self-abasement, self-indulgence uncouth.
(Chorus)
With her, I move forward toward the truth.
With her, I move forward toward the fact.
With her, I move forward toward the reality.
[Autocube3, autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
{After the 1000th sonnet is published, I'll be writing a history drama, based on King Richard the LionHeart, who was held for ransom in Jerusalem during the first Crusade.}
{As for 3d screens, frames per second 60 fps or 120 fps is all I'm interested in. The standard rig would be three cameras on a hoop suspended from motorised helium balloons.}
When as I'm broken, disabled and weak,
My loving honey ministers to me;
And while she slumbers, I furtively seek
A soul infusing silent nirvana glee.
When dozy accidental senses flee,
They seek expanding, contracting ribcage,
The tousles of hair on cheeks are a plea
To surrender my material rage.
I'm dutibound to an enlightened sage:
True insight, just thoughts, fair speech,
Also, bona fide action, correct gauge,
Right focus, proper labour, all in reach.
With her, I move forward toward the truth,
Self-abasement, self-indulgence uncouth.
(Chorus)
With her, I move forward toward the truth.
With her, I move forward toward the fact.
With her, I move forward toward the reality.
[Autocube3, autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
{After the 1000th sonnet is published, I'll be writing a history drama, based on King Richard the LionHeart, who was held for ransom in Jerusalem during the first Crusade.}
{As for 3d screens, frames per second 60 fps or 120 fps is all I'm interested in. The standard rig would be three cameras on a hoop suspended from motorised helium balloons.}
Friday, February 04, 2005
a study toward sonnet #501A by FisherKingKQJ
A temple friend begged from me a favour-
To pick up from prison gates an ex-spouse
For Sooky Bubber; for god would I slaver,
Perhaps drop him off at a halfway house?
When I met him I had to muffle wows-
To Krishna and Shiva his prayers were said,
Those luck swastika tattoos worth a browse...
Despite the age gap we whirlwind wed.
We got incensed and talked charkas in bed,
But soon I was humiliated and slugged-
By chance I caught them in a head to head-
Outside a liquor store they kissed and hugged.
They fired excuses, their karma windy,
Through my sari and bullet-hole bindi.
(Chorus)
They fired excuses, their karma windy.
They fired excuses, their karma blustery.
They fired excuses, their karma gusty.
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
A temple friend begged from me a favour-
To pick up from prison gates an ex-spouse
For Sooky Bubber; for god would I slaver,
Perhaps drop him off at a halfway house?
When I met him I had to muffle wows-
To Krishna and Shiva his prayers were said,
Those luck swastika tattoos worth a browse...
Despite the age gap we whirlwind wed.
We got incensed and talked charkas in bed,
But soon I was humiliated and slugged-
By chance I caught them in a head to head-
Outside a liquor store they kissed and hugged.
They fired excuses, their karma windy,
Through my sari and bullet-hole bindi.
(Chorus)
They fired excuses, their karma windy.
They fired excuses, their karma blustery.
They fired excuses, their karma gusty.
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
Thursday, February 03, 2005
a study toward sonnet #501 by FisherKingKQJ
A temple friend begged from me a favour,
To pick up from prison gates an ex-spouse
For Sooki Bubber; for god would I slaver,
Perhaps drop him off at a half-way house?
When I met him I had to muffle vows,
To Krishna and Shiva all his prayers led:
Despite the large age gap we whirlwind wed,
Though soon I was humiliated and slugged.
By chance, I caught them in a head to head-
Outside a liquor store they kissed and hugged.
They fired excuses, their karma windy,
Through my sari and bullet-hole bindi.
(Chorus)
They fired excuses, their karma windy.
They fired excuses, their karma blustery.
They fired excuses, their karma gusty.
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
A temple friend begged from me a favour,
To pick up from prison gates an ex-spouse
For Sooki Bubber; for god would I slaver,
Perhaps drop him off at a half-way house?
When I met him I had to muffle vows,
To Krishna and Shiva all his prayers led:
Despite the large age gap we whirlwind wed,
Though soon I was humiliated and slugged.
By chance, I caught them in a head to head-
Outside a liquor store they kissed and hugged.
They fired excuses, their karma windy,
Through my sari and bullet-hole bindi.
(Chorus)
They fired excuses, their karma windy.
They fired excuses, their karma blustery.
They fired excuses, their karma gusty.
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Just getting ready to transcribe from the next notebook. The header for this web log is starting to look dated, but it's not strong enough reason to change - science based colour coding is the reason...and having broken a world record I now feel it's time to take on G***le, Micro**** and P***Sta**** in that regard. :) :) :)
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