a study toward sonnet #1,385 by FisherKingKQJ
(liv)

I've been intrigued by tricks that yet ring true,
Aligned with blindspots, built in shifting eyes;
In adult make-believe I make surmise
That you're much better fit with who knows who.
You seek a fellow soul, I'm plug in lieu,
I grab your gaze, in your demeanour size
How you'd prefer not spell what you despise,
That you don't mind enforced make nice, make do.
The horrendous part is that you don't hate
Yours truly ever tending your small needs,
I won't confront a fellow who succeeds
In getting your lax guard to drop whole slate.
I'm slowly losing love dreamed often mine,
For pick of those great old times I'll soon pine.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 pine
o $10,000,000 itch
o $10,000,000 yearn

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a study toward sonnet #1,384 by FisherKingKQJ
(lxxiv)

I felt that my poor shattered heart was shared
By everyone around me, they sobbed in sync;
No sentiments in such vein ever reared,
They'd kiss as per, and arm in arm they'd link.
I dodged what couples clubbed in public dared,
The cuddles, pouting cues for kisses, stray wink;
Such loopy loving is lived through, not fared,
Suppressing tears, I bid a vacant blink.
When starved of love it's seeming oversold,
When stuffed with love it's fuzzy inexact,
In love again, you wield a woozy fact,
The same old typeface, and yet blocked out bold.
I had my taste of love, struck weird stonewall,
There's nicer folk round who've felt none at all.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 stonewall
o $10,000,000 barricade
o $10,000,000 obstruction

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a study toward sonnet #1,383 by FisherKingKQJ

We've been going steady since an end of year,
To me at least, there seems a strengthened bond,
I see us sweet now, tomorrow, and beyond,
We're frank with facts, and banter peer to peer.
Light kisses soothe and lavished kisses sear,
Our hugs and handclasps evidently fond
The tears are few and you fervently respond
To rib strokes, thigh taps, slight rubs of rear.
There's nothing which you'd manufacture me,
But you stretch facts, economise, omit,
And you do what you want much as you see,
Your bad hair days a dodge that we commit.
So is it making love or lurid sex?
Are you my soulmate, or that roleplaying ex?

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 sex
o $10,000,000 coitus
o $10,000,000 fornication

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a study toward sonnet #1,382 by FisherKingKQJ
(li)

It's hard being single when you've hit your prime,
There's steady work and spare cash, small uptick
In tapping out your precious free down time-
No special man with whom you can just click.
The city smothers you in decibels and grime,
Down footpaths, streets and steep lanes your eyes flick
Point blank, one girl for one boy goes the chime,
At some kind hearted man they yearn to stick.
You seethe alone yet squirm through your crowd,
You lengthen lunch hours via some tedious diet,
Recall your childhood girlfriend who stared quiet
At her food tray, distracting talk allowed.
Face value, nice jacket, hard thighs nudge past,
Again; one crowd I'll strike true love, though last.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 past
o $10,000,000 by
o $10,000,000 dodge

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a study toward sonnet #1,381 by FisherKingKQJ

That space which I home claim, that countryside,
Industrial forest matured, our saw mill
I'll never cede, as it's home sweet home still,
To Riverhead my brain is ravine wide.
On planet Earth there's no safe place to hide,
So plastic laminate chipboard doesn't chill
I laud the innovation, labour, skill,
Airconditioning calms, wheels hiss and glide.
My girl has taken turn at snatching sleep,
Across the back of that hinged bucket seat,
Her safety belt awaits boobs, cleavage deep,
We'll swap our places come next sight of sheep,
Tarseal molten, punctilious white pickets,
We love boughs sunblotted, ditch gorse thickets.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 picket
o $10,000,000 baluster
o $10,000,000 stake

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a study toward sonnet #1,380 by FisherKingKQJ
(x)

Verse and chorus which I've lately written,
Some notes the Magus doesn't know about;
When it comes to magic count me smitten,
So dream on, scuba diver, odd man out.
Trust me, comrade, your sweet coital kitten,
False cleaner blenny will trade skills tout,
Flit near ribbon sweetlips safe, unbitten,
Her love bites strip flesh live, swell her pout.
This orca oracle, rock bottom wise,
Wrested wrasse at their fish cleaning station,
On lean days beneath no obligation,
She gobbled gristle, bones, guts and eyes.
Chain moray eel will eat or gargle garbs,
Reef shark is biased to spicy stingray barbs.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 barb
o $10,000,000 fluke
o $10,000,000 lobe

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a study toward sonnet #1,379   by FisherKingKQJ

(w)

I daren't swim round the coral reef

Hour past the sunset; predators like dark,

Group blenny bachelors an easy mark,

Rock beauty spawn lap, by surf brought to grief.

The secretary blenny knows her brief,

To seniority stirs, would herself hark,

Giant lobestars loom highrise squatters' park,

In blenny pecking order death's no thief.

Sunrise can lose out to stormy weather,

Anenomes do lick guest shrimp, times lean,

Exit barred, no more the bedded feather,

Commensual falls short, if symbiotic is mean.

No, I eat ambient sunlight, sing along,

My balalaika brandish, peg a prong.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 along

o $10,000,000 follow

o $10,000,000 trail

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a study toward sonnet #1,378 by FisherKingKQJ
(v)

Looks tough cheese being a beautiful sex bot,
I often have doubts, ruminate my role;
I gratefully enjoy things which I've got,
The Magus says don't crease that pretty poll.
The smoker whose toes puff with gangrene rot,
The epileptic whose spasms tremors troll,
The drunk whose dinner spread's a shirt front blot,
The senior whose frame goes fetch a stroll.
Those people, well - I dare not dream to ape
As much as I'd like; what an awful drudge,
Maybe I'll wear a wig, and play the judge,
And slap a wrist to sort a vicious rape.
What's it feel like to have the human touch,
A gavel handy, pince nez perched, and such?

(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 touch
o $10,000,000 brush
o $10,000,000 jab

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That was the fifth anniversary of my web log. I can hardly recall a time when I
wasn't writing sonnets.
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