a study toward sonnet #1,271 by FisherKingKQJ

My ears are swollen by infra red band heat,
I tolerate your tough, outspoken tripe,
Your own ears nice intriguing, white stud neat,
My hard lobes tingle on your grooviest gripe.
That such and such has played out true to type,
Looks snookered by a local chick love cheat;
Pal you can't stand just blathers self deceit,
Respect then should be shown to any snipe.
Have you not noticed how poor thingy smokes,
She won't inhale puffs deep, stubs out half done,
Her taste buds are blunt, she's deadweight a ton,
And caught short, till payday she'll bludge or coax.
I bite my lip to cut your kiss in half,
Stand losing all if I should but once laugh.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 half
o $10,000,000 bipartisan
o $10,000,000 semi

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a study toward sonnet #1,270 by FisherKingKQJ

First I thought that she was some wishful dream,
I'd ticked that view of life as video game,
By her self just the same it seemed a shame,
The long face, golden hair, the gold eyes' gleam.
I guessed at her odd stunted self esteem
As she took buses, walked, so low class lame,
Then concentrated on my birdwatching aim,
She was cute, but pretty pretty was my seam.
I'd see her passing by, felt a potent pain,
Though myself disinclined to kids took stock
And worried strangely about her bio clock,
In places where chaotic thoughts rise then wane.
When I don't catch her now for her I clutch,
Earstuds white, knee-high stockings asking much?

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 clutch
o $10,000,000 grab
o $10,000,000 snap

{Editors note: I did make contact with this girl in the 90's,
she was a dream, I said some silly things and the timing was
wrong. The first thing that I look for in a girl is that she be a
non-smoker, because giving up the habit twelve years ago
nearly killed me, just as writing the first few love sonnets nearly
killed me.}

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a study toward sonnet #1,269 by FisherKingKQJ

Seems somehow spirit is at odds with looks
In my dear true love's perfect paradise,
They strand me tingling on sharp tenterhooks
In her gold sparking eyes, they canvas splice.
That's damn true, count me with the sagging sooks
When she's all dollied up and nudging nice,
Her richest ante my dutch courage rooks,
I think her essence hides in heard things thrice.
My love's the brilliant, breathing work of art-
I've eavesdropped her odd whinge a while too long,
I've shared her lecture-like peeves in singsong,
I've caught her crinkling nose, as her soft eyes dart.
I live the briefest wrinkling cross her brow
Doors stuck, dates added, spirit-flesh endow.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 brow
o $10,000,000 forehead
o $10,000,000 pate

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a study toward sonnet #1,268 by FisherKingKQJ

I grew plain saddened knowing that he was gay,
Yet there were vibes, and vital tell-tale signs,
The ruddy peach fuzz cheeks, camp tailored lines,
Warm self-effacing quips to keep at bay.
I mulled if I could make him mere once stray,
My diplomat charm often people mines,
I never speak no or yes, noone declines,
He'd fancy girls struck with my acting fey.
Her lantern jaw and laughter set the mood,
I flashed way back to how I flunked the itch,
She could be sweet at times, or such a bitch,
And overly wet, I screwed, bugged, screwed.
I pulled her pigtails, heard her sob, her cry,
And bugged her faceless, fiercely I heaved dry.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 cry
o $10,000,000 blither
o $10,000,000 weep

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a study toward sonnet #1,267 by FisherKingKQJ

Blonde chubby chick, noone underlines your lard,
If you saw what you were you'd cry all week,
You seem the know all, when I want any try hard,
Your passing eyes quick to judge while I peek.
I'd shake you sugar diet pills, free discard,
Your nan and you need lady viagra chic,
But you're the humourless, unsmiling card,
Once have I sideglanced your dimples' shade streak.
I saw the midday sun light your blue eyes
As you locked your car good score yards away,
And puzzled this feat, read love on a ray,
Think priorly, peoples' eye whites held all wise.
I'd watched my cousin do that cute arm thing,
Her mother's way, though, a learned style of swing.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 thing
o $10,000,000 bit
o $10,000,000 item

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a study toward sonnet #1,266 by FisherKingKQJ

Last month I've got to feeling mighty sad-
Far more than cheered; and chillingly afraid
To say what I think, stressed out, worried mad,
My true self is allowed the tiniest trade.
His sparking eyes still lovingly outlayed
Brush my nape, tickle on my brow one tad
From way across the room, my aura weighed,
Its photons biased, then tallied, no fading fad.
He called me by another girl's nick name,
Said goodbye cousin, don't forget your kit,
At sudden sight of me they slowly split,
He knew I loved him that bit more caught lame.
If he's away more, how can I wiggle free,
How can he beam that he loves me as me?

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 free
o $10,000,000 loose
o $10,000,000 random

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a study toward sonnet #1,265 by FisherKingKQJ

I'd like to say that you can't hang round here,
Claim me alone behind the large farmhouse;
You guess it's some new funny game to douse
Block concrete, spouts and timbers sparkling sheer.
I could shoo you out with a stink mock sneer,
When your large button eyes simply rouse
Annoyance in me, in mine for kindness bowse,
But I let you help me work kneeling near.
I'll shape my words to shoo you from slave work,
Since you bring too much love to this stranger,
You're shameless in your undies, yet don't irk,
I'm touched, I might yet touch, that's a danger.
Though, Mary, I love you, I'll tell you cold,
Go back to your mum, do much as you're told.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 cold
o $10,000,000 fresh
o $10,000,000 nippy

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a study toward sonnet #1,264 by FisherKingKQJ

Dear, top of list go wild whoops on good news,
My crooked parents are claimed dead of olden age,
I should miss rough beatings, quaint outsized rage,
Smile their set-up-to-fail kind public ruse.
Bad news is now I'm win-lose, you're lose-lose,
You never rose to starlet, artistes' gauge,
My credit being the magi, lyric then stage,
Old clock hands never creak back as you'd choose.
It's twenty years since when you yanked me down,
Something nothing put me out of pocket,
I won't raise you with some Wall Street rocket,
My runny nose sport, being brain damage clown.
Now Lady Luck has flicked you lowest trick,
Dear, shove off my empire, give yourself stick.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 trick
o $10,000,000 method
o $10,000,000 way

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,263 by FisherKingKQJ

O darling, I've just done the dumb mistake
Of fielding true opinions from two friends-
My nostrils twinge a lot, my temples ache
Their fight my faith in lovely you upends.
One can't abide warm nicety cloying small fake
And your loose small talk mentally emends;
One chimes your choice chitchat for christian sake,
Thus, each to each to me no more pretends.
My lips are dry, my throat tartly trembles,
You pose as plain question your pure request,
When I do favour foremost at bequest,
Answer before the problem it resembles.
We'd quit, on the double doubts that smother,
Only you're a sweetheart, brief the bother.

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 smother
o $10,000,000 asphyxiate
o $10,000,000 flatten

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

Dear Diary,
We're slowly winding up to that first interactive movie, and phew, the French govt search engine and interactive movie has blown over, we can unbaton the hatches, admire the new black billed and black legged herring seagulls, the new hot blondes and cool redheads in Mt Wellington, we can say
monsieur and madame we love the depth of your actor repertory, but not at our expense, merci
beaucoup.

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

One Tree Hill Worry


2.

She sat atop the concrete culvert creek
And smiled a smile too small for passersby,
She spoke in third person, he was at home,
Down her blouse she let him pitch a peek,
The summer rain had raised her nipples high,
She said a cowboy's horny hand might roam
On her silk bra a wet see through streak,
She passed her knuckles near his button fly,
His groin began to firm, his lips to foam,
She slapped his thigh, he gave her tit a tweak,
His British bulldog rainchecked fresh lamb's fry,
A tipsy tui saw a bouncing redfaced gnome.

7.

As she walked the winding tarseal road
She jacked a cowboy by grate judder barred,
And cried out: Sweet boy, your herd you must stop,
Of boor Adonis' gored hams this does bode-
What if a boutique bull charged mad, horns marred,
On scent of steel-capped bobby-calf tanned strop?
Her skirt and panties she shucked, her scratch showed,
Said: Bullocks bollocks tanned alike are tarred,
So cowboy silly cow took in her crop.

9.

She whistled him from wandering jew dew,
Amongst wet lolly wrappers, condoms, butts,
They see-sawed two mouldy concrete blocks,
She shoved him down in tipsy tui full view
Near silly cows and simpering, small mutts,
She straddled him round volcanic grey rocks;
She rolled his fist on her tit as you do,
She rolled his knuckle just where nipple juts,
He gagged on her draped, gorgeous, flaxen locks;
His culled, runt British bulldogs kissed a few
Late born lambs; furious, aback showing guts,
He heaved her off, arrear bounced off her hocks.

10.

I tiptoed on to midlife, slinked see-saw,
I pondered both ways, and walked fro and back,
Might cloned sheep be the feeble early fluff?
A boy is quick to bend a boldface law,
A man is slow to foist a fatal crack,
A boy is poised to win big with one puff,
A man is settled on his subtle draw,
A boy is stripped for summer rain to slack,
A man is dressed in clothes light enough,
A boy is prone to feelings raging raw,
A man is often lost in broods set black,
Yet children cheering are the future's fluff.

12.

I crooked my nurse in for a soy ice cream,
I waffled on how somehow less was more,
She laughed between low calorie fueled licks;
Our desert parlour mirage marriage dream
Odd bactrian-dromedary hybrid bore,
No bull crap paradise out in the sticks;
On eco terror cowfart taxes scheme,
From biofuels breadcrumbs for third worldly poor,
She got up, sweetly said back in three ticks;
I thought her lovely tata touching meme,
By kiwi coked cheap punjab cars set store,
How her touch cured, or ciggies lit her kicks.

13.

Too close, a sunflower seemed the setting sun,
A blackhole whole smack middle of its heart,
Round fringe a superficial, fine gold blaze;
My lashes perched in crosshairs of a pun,
As blindspots, sunspots segued smooth babel art,
Three wise sha men crissed Chinese updown ways,
The sun now seemed a portal safe half done;
The darkness pulled back grey shapes black in part,
My nurse black dot on yond stile grabbed my gaze.

Mynah bird Samoan cuckoo clucked on through
Pidgin touches, parrot inflected sparrow;
And sixty minutes slowly stacked an hour,
In thousands seconds thronged their hour long queue;
I thought through what else I might harrow,
Her playful young singsong voice could empower,
I worried words in ambivalent stew,
I'd kept my chat up lines nice and narrow,
She'd said: See you soon, come sleet, hail or shower.

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