a study toward sonnet #1,163 by FisherKingKQJ

Bold, charming, beautiful and yet so vain,
You're essence of things worthwhile in our world,
We're bent to your walk, space and time tight curled,
Yet your anecdotes and jokes speak you sane.
Headbinding Pharaoh went through gradual pain
Got his slant on queen bee, round him tight furled
A pinch-waist gold gown; round him his swarm swirled,
Research of combs being society's great gain.
You've studied pets and pests to figure why,
With your own hard eyes you've fast tracked old hat,
You've seen them many times now die then die,
But laugh that your cat does a decent cat.
You're rare cute, ratios averaging out
A thousand faces, you're divine, no doubt.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 out
o $10,000,000 closure
o $10,000,000 finally

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a study toward sonnet #1,162

A human heart can love and yet destroy-
How dare I feel enthralled by her sweet beau?
I'm stupid short of blatant shame, although
Guilt trusses me up tight, although I'm coy.
His covert company brings me such joy,
Cheek quivers, tummy trembles overthrow,
When he looks at me as if in the know,
It's providence, mind reading, no crude ploy.
We might collapse before he can quit her,
By chance spare her the cheaters' guide to pain;
He's no way violent, won't curse, speak a slur,
Against me, yet he's gripped by workaday strain.
I'll fling him a thought about the fashion,
He'll be succinct, bring a pristine passion.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 fashion
o $10,000,000 mode
o $10,000,000 style

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a study toward sonnet #1,161 by FisherKingKQJ

Daphne-Laurel, lost with odd eveteasing,
Such beauty has the luck to be my niece;
Your mum and I born plump twins of a piece,
My impulsive errors with age are easing.
My long, golden locks are women pleasing,
Which I do after closure without cease;
I'm young through glass tributary grease,
Groping steam blinded gilds mutual seizing.
I burn my yellow flowered bayleaves in heaps,
Puff my chaste love poem to elusive you,
On pizza feta patched in onion weeps,
Sliced tomatoes sundried melt easy chew.
Steam brings on tears, as I try celebrate,
You cloistered in wood, art work celibate.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 celebrate
o $10,000,000 affirm
o $10,000,000 toast

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a study toward sonnet #1,160 by FisherKingKQJ

Sweet is the nectar in your pitcher plant,
You'd wave my nose to a watery grave,
Confuse me worse, when wedded enclave,
I'd bump back off the window of your cant.
Sweet is the nectar on your sundew slant,
Your tendrils, your blood red droplets enslave,
To enzymes clingy, I'd then inward cave,
I'd twist and twist in white lies that you grant.
Sweet is the scent of your venus trap,
Elegant, yet, you're in something lacking...
One problem is that you're not piled in crap,
I'm so flattered winged as worthwhile whacking.
If you smelt spoilt meat lily white arum,
In white flowers pretty, I'd soon succumb.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 succumb SPADES
o $10,000,000 ebb DIAMONDS
o $10,000,000 yield CLUBS

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a study toward sonnet #1,159 by FisherKingKQJ

Poor Thingy, pixillated paedophile,
Jailed at last for just knowing what he was doing-
Afraid of more recent chums rougher suing,
From Boys Brigade drawn, barracked rank and vile.
He taught me backstroke, butterfly, freestyle,
His hand in my race togs as the rudder queuing,
From young boys huge, courageous men hewing,
With arm twists, winks, a beatific, small smile.
Lovesick, I'd dawdle near my dreary home,
His two tone Minx would soon pull up the drive,
Admire the dense comb over of his dome,
Beneath his intellect I thought I'd thrive.
Was moot he questioned their mental fitness,
He forgave detectives, was witness.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 fitness
o $10,000,000 balance
o $10,000,000 wellbeing

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a study toward sonnet #1,158 by FisherKingKQJ

I love the lurid facts that you're born tough,
Stubborn, haughty, sincerely outspoken,
You're not mirror me, not my mate token-
In proper society, you lurch to luff.
When stepping out, we're playing a public bluff,
I cling close - I'm in love yet heartbroken;
At house parties, restaurants I've woken
To grumbles through your gritted teeth enough.
Your personal critiques are piled high hate
Which I store in my hot, and seething gut;
Heaped up love I wait on will alternate,
I wait for you to waiver off that rut.
I'd rather have you smack my covered skin,
Dress me much sweeter in our mutual sin.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 skin
o $10,000,000 cover
o $10,000,000 topic

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Dear Diary,
Dehumanisation of communications is a terrible thing.
We will continue with our humanist belief in
disposable phone numbers handcrafted by poker
machine players, our master number being
Ph: KKK QQQ JJJ ext KQJ.
The screens must fold up as solar panels.

a study toward sonnet #1,157 by FisherKingKQJ

Why can't you be more like me, tell small fibs,
To get a girlfriend through her sketchy patch-
Your terse responses tailor so they match
Like tucked in napkins or tied baby bibs?
Why can't you be less like you, fiery squibs,
Less dramatic assaults as when you catch
Your sad friend wallowing, opportunely snatch
To plonk her down, and poke her in the ribs?
It seems to me that you offer a toxic chalice,
Unleash deep frustration at your few friends,
Thrust the bold as blunt, loose lax low malice,
How you alone can speed along heart mends.
Can't you be a crutch for all your jilted-
Complements with compliments being tilted?

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 jilted
o $10,000,000 abandoned
o $10,000,000 dumped

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a study toward sonnet #1,156 by FisherKingKQJ

I blink at brilliant beauty in your face,
The candour with which it says caveat things,
Expresses with smiles, since there also clings
Unspoken hatred but half hid by grace.
Unintentional, forced through, interlace,
And it's the former frankness which more stings-
I bag it in your eyes, surprise thus brings
Abrupt insult, spatial spats lose their place.
You live for your feelings yet hide feelings,
Your face and arms have aged more than your legs-
Which clock marks your menopausal dealings?
I'm not certain I'd scale your scum or dregs.
I weep as I've won you willing over,
Queasily see clouds in your eyes hover.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 over
o $10,000,000 above
o $10,000,000 transcendent

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a study toward sonnet #1,155 by FisherKingKQJ

Please, darling, wipe away your thin, wide tear,
I hardly think now of the harrowing past,
She my first true love, you my truly last,
No point for you to pity me through fear.
True, she'd wrench, squeeze, flagellate and spear
My tender heart, backtrack, taunt me aghast,
One difference voluminous and vast-
My loneliness then my only worldly ware.
I'm clued up, mark you, the sophist creature,
Her filched loot in time frivolously spent;
I've seen sorrow become her best feature-
She's someone else, for some fellow else meant.
She hurried off with an heirloom and loot,
There's passing likeness, list how red eyes suit.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 loot
o $10,000,000 boodle
o $10,000,000 money

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a study toward sonnet #1,154 by FisherKingKQJ

You don't inspire me, as you're not my muse,
You flatter yourself, flaunting yourself vain,
Though I love you, at length you look my bane,
So let me spell out sense, and disabuse.
My characters are coined composite hues,
Boiled down, diluted, blended in domain,
Always I stroke with given, swirling grain,
So you might chime in sundry things you choose.
I can't languish, with you in poet's laurels,
You've lavished praise on the verses least like,
Weirdly shunned the ones about our quarrels,
The ones which I think as systemic strike.
My wayward muse, I'll ever never rue-
Though your recorded speech estranges you.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 rue
o $10,000,000 mourn
o $10,000,000 solemnise

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a study toward sonnet #1,153 by FisherKingKQJ

Round people you're the perfect diplomat
And couch critiques in cheeriest, mildest mould,
To steps against blunt stumbling blocks embold,
I've seen you huddled, hunched in hip low chat.
I think that you yourself will shun any spat,
Your tacit code sets tolerance extolled;
You peer at yourself being sly exit polled,
Where I'd just say, too bad and that is that.
I'd sneak a look in your bedside drawer
Where surely lives your codebook, look up not bad,
Which seems to mean will do for now for sure,
Where have it your way could gloss I'm half mad.
You tell me what I want to hear, not truth,
Your talk is soothing set to smooth a sooth.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 truth
o $10,000,000 essence
o $10,000,000 spirit

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a study toward sonnet #1,152 by FisherKingKQJ

I love the pretty, plaintive Penelope,
Her votive hands are looped with blue veins,
In weaving tapestry, she wends her pains,
If I caught her elsewhere, we could elope.
I sigh, with other suitors envelope
Her figure fawning, as her face wields strains,
As old Laertes' shroud shapes up his chillblains,
Deep lumbago, neck flaps, and aged lope.
My love then wonders him more loopy young,
Unweaving wanders undoing her earlier oath,
I dare not speak of Odysseus bow weft strung,
And rallying rival suitors, I am loathe.
In my sweet sleep she'll interlace exact,
From as he was as he will be extract.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 exact
o $10,000,000 apt
o $10,000,000 precise

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