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a study toward sonnet #773 by FisherKingKQJ

Swear that you've never told lies in your life-
I pinch salt on your part and knock on wood-
Why should I worry blue this comely wife-
Dare I gawk now beneath the marital hood?
Our set piece praises have for years withstood
Time's strangely varied cellular clock rates,
Part of my hairline shrunk back for good,
Your arms recouped in gym workout straits.
In fibs or white lies, true that we're good mates,
Shrugged silences are neither here nor there;
Hindsight highlights, your anomaly fetes,
Your single, historic plucked out grey hair.
If each live organ runs by its own clock,
Your aged hands and young face are my lock.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 clock
o $10,000 timepiece
o $10,000 watch

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a study toward sonnet #772 by FisherKingKQJ

My waters broke, we scurried for the birth
In hospital against the done thing home...
Were met by blathering in tongues and mirth-
One caesarean killed a mum through her dome.
Somewhere someone used a black magic tome
To kill my baby as it was not in wedlock,
My beau was only careless, he would not roam;
As yet unborn, my foetus shrank to rock.
My periods started, I wore again a frock,
I sobbed as I could spawn no fertile eggs;
My beau nursed me through this wicked knock,
He could have left me without being the dregs.
White four stumps, faceless, kilo by a snip,
That mummy was born when I broke a hip.

(Chorus)
0 $10,000 snip
o $10,000 cut
o $10,000 gash

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[Not only can I speak in tongues, I can speak the language of
Adam and Eve.
ae=air
eau=water
ea=earth
uae=fire
If this is so obvious, why hasn't it been written down before now?]

a study toward sonnet #771 by FisherKingKQJ

I should tell by your sobs and sombre mood,
The far too silent phone, your flurry vain,
Your loss of appetite for wholesome food,
That you were seeding scale five hurricane.
My ears popped on low pressure slurry vane,
Your bulging temple vein forecasting storm,
Your hectoring for vector worry gain,
Your red faced cycle pacing true to form.
That hot air spirals up to putdowns warm,
You huff me twit, nut, clot anticlockwise,
Uproot me as some tight arsed little gorm,
You puff me nut, clot, twit, as swell, clockwise.
Your crystal ball boils stormpipes underfoot,
The fingers tarred by fags fig me no cheroot.

(Chorus)

o $10,000 underfoot
o $10,000 downtrodden
o $10,000 trampled

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS

a study toward sonnet #770 by FisherKingKQJ

You're works of art upon my optic nerve,
I can't help but rub my eyelids, my eyes,
The other fellow has shown gritty verve,
I won't give out in tears, just blurry sties.
You're nice to please, but certitude now vies
With new self doubt, as he's a blatant squit
Despised by many for blunt lies he plies,
You do not frown or smirk at him one whit.
My legs are wobbly else my blindspots flit,
Some bogey punches shadow box an assault,
Upside down cross reverse my corneas fit,
And gravitas slams niceness foothold fault.
Upside down, back to front, inside out taint,
Your sidle white on black begins to paint.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 taint
o $10,000 adulterate
o $10,000 corrupt

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a study toward sonnet #769 by FisherKingKQJ

I never thought you'd quit a second guess,
But you've excluded now your inner voice;
Clearminded, likeminded, stranger less,
A social butterfly through crabby choice.
Our cold detractors are just so much noise,
But I'm concerned for sensitive old friends,
The distances now received as wilful ploys-
Confidence boost ambiguous signal sends.
Our time in cities that split us now lends
Import to old sweet nothings trite and crass;
Consuming passion memory now blends
Us yet under stars on dewed onion grass.
Your hand on my ribs, my relaxed heart beat,
Things which I tremble till again we meet.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 beat
o $10,000 rap
o $10,000 tattoo

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a study toward sonnet #768 by FisherKingKQJ

She was raven haired, a real good looker,
Her make up just so, her clothes form fitted;
She sang in the White House pressure cooker,
In Monica's Room, stage tears acquitted.
Sex robot that she sang black silk kitted,
This Stacy wore an embroidered halter top,
Knee length stockings, mini skirt thigh slitted,
Her shadowed breasts a mesmerising flop.
Her fringe across straight glamorous trollop,
Her smooth face was white gothic china doll,
Her spirit bruises no punter would cop,
Abused by daddy, repute's heaped on troll.
My eyes welled for Stacy alter ego-
I checked that she spied me the last to go.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 ego
o $10,000 persona
o $10,000 self

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a study toward sonnet #767 by FisherKingKQJ

I'm one of thousands of men who love you;
Blushes each, addled, dithers and dickers,
To be near without stirring up a queue,
Entranced and keen to enter your knickers.
Down your tailbone where no clumsy nick errs,
Bright blue butterflies make my heart flutter,
Where art's propriety with tattoo bickers-
There such drooling platitudes I'd utter.
The stampede kicks me down in the gutter-
Take pity on me and my moth blue bruises-
A chancey upskirting by a flaccid nutter-
Perhaps you have tears for he who loses?
Love me then generic insurance claim,
Love my brown hair and moustache as same.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 claim
o $10,000 assertion
o $10,000 flag

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a study toward sonnet #766 by FisherKingKQJ

I was so keen to please as pear shaped naff-
He was the strong, aloof and silent type-
It was my self respect that I had to quaff,
Since infomercials selling love are hype.
I'd had enough of picking fad diet tripe,
Did rebel against regimes of beauty...
Verse denuding my lip with wax strip swipe,
Verse flesh toned pants pulling in my booty.
I mourned deep peels glycolic else fruity,
Removed wens and moles added to my grief;
Mirror sick, no more would I ape cutie,
My bouncy old self would be some relief.
Regardless gruntled, chuffed, amiss abstruse,
Of his smug shrugs, him I should disabuse.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 abstruse
o $10,000 mysterious
o $10,000 opaque

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a study toward sonnet #765 by FisherKingKQJ

Life is sweet now I'm chief photographer
For Bengali Fugue of blondes sickly blue;
I don't blink at being called pornographer,
To spanky artist's vision I stick true.
The critics should see past the polish jew
Adoring the bossy vixen blonde bombshell,
And visit whips, dogcollars, chains anew
Their vicarious debauchery thus quell.
I'm divorcee's plaything, and I now dwell
On Rue St Penis which we scarcely rue-
It's delicious to buy a whore for smell,
On our balcony wrong street side we view.
Screech me misogynist for sylphs in this,
But I'll stroke whores to get their syphilis.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 This.
o $10,000 Re.
o $10,000 Quids.

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a study toward sonnet #764 by FisherKingKQJ

As you're the sort who'll dismiss hindsight,
Acknowledge joint of small time and big time,
Don't favour full moon over plankton bright,
Clasp my hand on a rail of sea salt rime.
As verbal or cash tips revolve round crime,
Yours are rolling eyes, earrings that wangle;
St Elmo's fire points my charade and mime,
Squares off circles for your chin up angle.
Let my praises buff your middling spangle,
Sheet lightning mutes your each and every,
We gasp ozone of propellor newfangle
Our ship rides hydrogen through reverie.
My love may be a tribute so as to add
The swedish rounding, that is not half bad.

(Chorus)
$10,000 add
$10,000 ice
$10,000 supplement


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They had clay alphabetic blocks.
They had bitumen as printers' ink.
Their bake set language alight.
They tumbled the tower of words.

a study toward sonnet #763 by FisherKingKQJ

You're ten feet long, if not bullet proof,
Amongst the theatre masks I feel outlaw,
My passive demeanour is just a spoof,
Your real indifference to me gout flaw.
Your epidural shots and pressures gnaw,
You've turned me into a bluefaced robber-
Your tourniquet arm, and ampoule draw
Me inside, we're one flesh under cobber.
Panic, fear, pride, guilt prove you a fobber,
An occicat out of the gladstone bag?
No, I'm neither blackmailer nor dobber-
I'm your new buzz, a Pavlov's dog red flag.

Requite my love in fentanyl rush time,
You grow to love me, as fun is no crime.

(Chorus)
$10,000 time
$10,000 period
$10,000 spell

They had clay alphabetic blocks;
They had bitumen as printers' ink;
Their bake set language alight;
They tumbled the tower of words.

a study toward sonnet #762 by FisherKingKQJ

We agree quietly, your looks are especial,
From a bitch they wouldn't raise a hackle,
From my angle they look custom special,
I search new codes of conduct to tackle.
You will stand off gossip, biding cackle,
Excessive combing is your open preen,
Your fine chestnut hair rolls out a crackle,
As you bring it to this too perfect sheen.
In arms of your big brother often seen,
I still adore you, and push off dark thought,
As your eyes are eclectic blue flecked green,
Dry crackles rouse on your trousers taut.

Hair on my nape stands up in neck static
You're too pretty, and shame me ecstatic.

(Chorus)
$10,000 static
$10,000 babel
$10,000 interference

They had clay alphabetic blocks;
They had bitumen as printers'ink;
Their bake set language alight;
They tumbled the tower of words.

a study toward sonnet #761 by FisherKingKQJ

The one thing I do right is to love you,
If I hail from the wrong side of the tracks;
Kiss me near gear meat works smelly brew,
Which onto bloody algae water backs.
That I'm a bad boy over pallet stacks-
It's libel aimed at my thin skin to hurt-
Sure, I can be enraged with cheap attacks,
At local gangsters no one would such blurt.
I know that you love me, despite the dirt,
That you'd approve me fighting ire with ire,
I blackmail your dad as his sweet dessert,
About his criminal past he proved liar.

What I love as easy mark and jammy:
Your bare shoulders offset by a cami.

(Chorus)
$10,000 jammy
$10,000 blessed
$10,000 lucky


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a study toward sonnet #760 by FisherKingKQJ

You're manners all and table etiquette,
I'm mesmerised by you, forfeit a fight,
I love you for your smile and epithet,
My alter egos falter through this blight.
Of multiple personae I seem wright,
They spiral one another's subtle shades
Suspended and cussed in a rota plight,
As moving targets do bounce away blades.
As each to each secedes, also downgrades
The heat of ambiguous yet trivial deeds,
Dissipates at best, and at worst fades
My cartoon selves propel with screeds.

Sometimes you at your deference excel,
Iffy, my best man, or second, vex well.

(Chorus)
$10,000 excel
$10,000 outdo
$10,000 surpass


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a study toward sonnet #759 by FisherKingKQJ

I thought of you as bundled dynamite,
One dry squib sans a detonating cap,
Our spats essentially a couple rite,
I'd had a gutsful of your know all crap.
You do play nice and never take the rap,
I'm angered by back wash of shock waves
From clandestine depth charges in the gap,
Between your error and your tetchy raves.
Your buckle or demise, good fortune saves,
Perhaps, as a makeshift warning reprieve;
A foolish soul like me dreams aery braves,
Should swish to pieces, hubris so relieve.

I love you as you dream dreams for me, too,
Unbid, I can say us, ours, or, we two.

(Chorus)
$10,000 too
$10,000 also
$10,000 plus


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Welcome aboard, Vint. (Vice president of the USA 1992-2000AD.) SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS

a study toward sonnet #758 by FisherKingKQJ

I kidded myself then that I would check
Her goods out first, and if she wasn't wild,
I'd introduce her to my girlfriend's beck,
As an old flame in my back numbers filed.
Howso when I met her, I was beguiled-
Her lustrous brunette hair coiled in a bun,
Her navy blue power suit sharply styled;
Arrear designer glasses sparkled fun.
Before my eyes my life flashed by as dun,
Her hand shook, she lifted up a tumbler,
My own hit a tumbler, not to be outdone,
Wet a coaster, and graced me a fumbler.

I was in love, despite the buffer zone
Of money and relationships since blown.

(Chorus)
$10,000 zone
$10,000 area
$10,000 region


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a study toward sonnet #757 by FisherKingKQJ

I felt estranged by our last heart to heart
As if my alternate selves were discussed;
I felt drawn by airbrush or else master art,
Such approximations as skewed disgust.
For you I feel love contingent on this trust,
You loved a shy, insecure and bungling man
And forgave flaws with large, dismissive lust,
But my new self you scarcely give a scan.
Disjoint states, static selves, your holy plan,
Previous self, present self, self on morrow
In your red herring best before stamped can,
All gestures and thoughts I'd have to borrow.

You've pinned an avatar to wax to flail,
My cartoon selves you lined up so they fail.

(Chorus)
$10,000 flail
$10,000 squirm
$10,000 writhe


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a study toward sonnet #756 by FisherKingKQJ

Sex was petering out with no pashes,
There was no spark left anymore of gaze
That connected to gaze, your eyelashes
Were prettier than ever deadset to faze.
I think now our love was a fad or craze-
It died on rows about my mobile text,
Nothing to do with one-upmanship plays
And forced, I won the rally, left you vexed.
You stumbled into an old girlfriend next,
Our chat with nostalgia began to augment,
She sounded charming, maybe undersexed,
Agressive and passive, no argument.

You could've downgraded mutual trust,
Clued me in slow, no historical thrust.

(Chorus)
$10,000 trust
$10,000 bond
$10,000 faith


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a study toward sonnet #755 by FisherKingKQJ

I felt your eyes stroke my beestung pout,
As well the silhouette of my ample boobs,
Then you began to interrogate and scout
Degrees of whispers plotted on dice cubes.
But vital force went down proverbial tubes,
My shrugs, nose wrinkles, halfnods and shakes,
Forewarned you like all other forward rubes
My own heart could not be won in sweepstakes.
As flirty play turns customised heart aches,
Prolonged to kill or while away some time,
The word love joins outward subtitle fakes,
And thrusts impose a charade on a mime.

You're happy as playboy, field bet the hours,
Too itemised for an intimacy called ours.

(Chorus)
$10,000 hours
$10,000 periods
$10,000 spells


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a study toward sonnet #754 by FisherKingKQJ

I know that I'm pitied by your intellect,
Your heart itself overflowing with disdain
For me and my ways, which don't intersect
At your empathy, yet won't air this strain.
Your attitude you camouflage out plain
By pinching cupid bow lips, your high cheeks,
The outer corners of your eyes which strain,
You plump away your listless party piques.
Bluish circles round your eyes your streaks
Of yellow base concealer paste disguise,
Blue kohl whitens red whites, lash curler speaks
Of how you pity me with wide batting eyes.

From your face you've wiped sweat and oil,
In your eyes I'm this tiresome offset foil.

(Chorus)
$10,000 oil
$10,000 lube
$10,000 viscid


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a study toward sonnet #753 by FisherKingKQJ

That I'd fall in line was your assumption,
As you were a so aware handsome brute;
You cupped a well of my boob as gumption,
And in the twilight you did lean to cute.
You skited, your own horn not shy to toot,
Yet, it was no deed to make me feel small,
I didn't care for mammon's tithe and loot,
Art with a tax dodge signature name scrawl.
A chill insight, your bicep segued my shawl,
I squirmed to think that you'd think my shiver,
Cheap orgasmic, independent of sprawl-
At your sights, I aimed a throaty quiver.

Then I thought of you more and more often
Speck in our big house, so I got to soften.

(Chorus)
$10,000 often
$10,000 common
$10,000 frequent


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a study toward sonnet #752 by FisherKingKQJ

With your presence howso antagonised,
I was determined not to lose my cool;
Disoriented as I was, trivia agonised-
You got in too close, broke a golden rule.
In couturier code, I'm strictly old school,
Compulsory silk tie and short black socks;
You're legendary as a rough cut jewel,
In carefully dishevelled auburn locks.
As your rough manhandling I can out fox
With soft slomo tai chi rabbit punches
To your big shoulder, dictate potent shocks,
Don't expect leeway in future crunches.

Your mock pecks and braces get me rattled.
My po face won't yield up as embattled.

(Chorus)
$10,000 rattled
$10,000 bamboozled
$10,000 shaken

a study toward sonnet #751 by FisherKingKQJ

I tracked you down using Reunions Chummy,
Then fired off that brief and intrigued e mail;
Your hand forced, as if contract bridge dummy,
You suggested we meet once without flail.
My marriage was humdrum to teeter stale,
Though for our son we faked it for the nonce
Enough to stop disputes from going upscale-
Compelling my lover's sighs just this once.
Old love, we would by stealth ourselves ensconce
In three star motel rooms and lewd despair,
As you turned out a phantom shallow ponce,
My dream and nostalgia skin scorching air.

My husband betrayed now won't take me back,
Yet his staunch stance plainly takes me aback.

(Chorus)
$10,000 back
$10,000 again
$10,000 return


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a study toward sonnet #749 by FisherKingKQJ

You have a beauty of youth far from rare-
It's generic and sought by the decadent,
Who double take your face and rudely stare-
Character might be pretty, yet be absent?
Your smile has comma dimples read as accent,
Their pause assessing me as worth a damn,
I search there for rune true meaning of dent,
And yet smooth skin obfuscates my exam.
They say that she's a lanky scrawn at ham,
Her boobs are baker's dozen size bra cups,
Always going up and down that kilogram,
Though for me that putdown the ante ups.

Your pristine smooth, and symmetrical face
To me conveys shrewd microscopic grace.

(Chorus)
$10,000 face
$10,000 countenance
$10,000 mug


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a study toward sonnet #747 by FisherKingKQJ

Talk as if you're a sure bet, which is funny
Since you're just hot gas in the nicest way;
You'll go downtown, make a pile of money
No freak event or set back arrives in play.
Your hoard of gold and silver ingots okay,
Their alloys rusting worth a scabbing scratch,
Your tetanus shot blocks those bugs au fait,
You've got insurance premium risk dispatch.
We're an oddball, and romantic good match-
You swear oaths as warranties from Jesus
On answers yes or no, weight there attach,
Or angle wrong-wrong, or won't let me suss.

Against misfortune, sombre prayer disarms,
With fortune we can invoke bouyant psalms.

(Chorus)
$10,000 disarms
$10,000 cancels
$10,000 neutralises


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a study toward sonnet #750 by FisherKingKQJ

To this day they should not even guess
That I narked on them while on parole;
For mob affiliates, I couldn't care less,
I can freelance the government payroll.
I spied them on my arcade casing stroll,
Cafe patrons, fingers laced in fingers,
Their baby talk lovey dovey and droll-
Tooting cherubs hovered as harbingers.
I pre empted these at large dead ringers
By pay phone for just a packet of smokes
She, screw, bossed stir crazy malingerers,
He, forger, lorded model slave wage folks.

She lips lipstick on thick dividing glass,
He rings, blows kisses, simpering a bass.

(Chorus)
$10,000 glass
$10,000 crystal
$10,000 perspex

Dear Diary,
I have revised the closing couplet of sonnet #150 with bombast for flat screens. Though every sonnet so far has been perfect in content and near perfect in technique, the transition from
curved CRT screens to flat screens must be accommodated. Bombast is a half rhyme for ballast,
and that is exactly where I'm heading when I run out of rhymes.
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS

Welcome aboard, Kung-Fu Lee. SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS

a study toward sonnet #748 by FisherKingKQJ

Always through aftermath I feel disgust,
Recall your low, burbling, erratic moans;
How could I get so steamed about a bust
So touchy, prone to cancerous hormones?
Why did I seek out the ambiguous groans
Of passion driven or disease rid beast?
As all you are is grasping meat and bones
And sighs of tousled head against my breast.
To think how I need mutual carnal quest
Yet now cooling off in your viscid juices
My staying power and huge revulsion test
This love past the greasy, fleshy sluices.

In pitch black passion furtive veers to dud,
Contesting ebb and flow of period blood.

(Chorus)
$10,000 dud
$10,000 bogus
$10,000 fake

a study toward sonnet #746 by FisherKingKQJ

I dropped sex crazed, suicidal and bitter
When my first love and mum died olden age;
I, spawn of four father one bitch litter,
Went worse to bad, as his death did assuage.
He marked me up as his blank open page,
When I was just thirteen new from borstal,
I nannied twins of this stockmarket sage,
His wife away depressed post partum gall.
As she'd convalesce, I couldn't forestall,
He forced me into loving for my hash
Of dusting down the wainscot in the hall...
But he was tender, skilled not at all rash.

I met him as to say I didn't care less-
He shoved up my wool skirt a wry caress.

(Chorus)
$10,000 less
$10,000 downsize
$10,000 tinier


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a study toward sonnet #745 by FisherKingKQJ

You picked me up into your powerful arms,
Carried me across to our suede settee;
That I didn't hear those psychic alarms
Meant of that ogre, fate had set me free.
I clung to your white cotton muscle tee,
Well scared of sudden plop which contuses;
But with each gentle kiss I felt him flee
Perversely down ducts that Satan cruises.
Those who love a girl who easily bruises
Do drown in kisses flavoured by absinthe;
The flaming tumbler sulphur confuses
Bad luck and grudges in luck's labyrinth.

My prior self in a former life flashed by,
In your arms I might smile, then never die.

(Chorus)
$10,000 by
$10,000 past
$10,000 scroll


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a study toward sonnet #744 by FisherKingKQJ

Believed she'd died in an ancient car crash-
There she plucked at her acoustic guitar;
Divorcee billed hyphenated mishmash-
Knew her honeyvinegar voice could spar.
She strummed sweetly and sadly bar to bar
As if she combed off her stray fine tresses,
Bold light showed bas relief her facial scar,
But my heart turned to her soft caresses.
Her perm was masses of bouncing esses,
That mesmerising tousle of loose springs
Close enough to solve our former messes,
Bar hard resolve behind the pluck of strings.

I'd found myself in second rainbow offkey,
Long last of her sweet kisses or scoffs free.

(Chorus)
$10,000 offkey
$10,000 alternate
$10,000 downbeat