a study toward sonnet #1,499 by FisherKingKQJ

It's been three brilliant years - I can grin-
I'll not obsessively observe dear you,
We surely share nonjudgemental win-win,
Talk over things, and thus nought misconstrue.
I know your mother's name as next of kin,
The grey school uniforms which you outgrew,
The summer job shelf stocking bin to bin,
The pretty exes prior to me, your one true.
Your favourite dessert is mocha mousse,
Your toothbrush is white, too your dental floss,
Your undies are silk boxers, light and loose,
Your dressing gown is satin, gilded gloss.
So verify this now - I know you very well-
I'm lovestruck hereby, only on you dwell.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 well
o $10,000,000 complete
o $10,000,000 total

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a study toward sonnet #1,498 by FisherKingKQJ

He played too easy peasy as you please,
And would nod his agreement when I'd jest,
He didn't know his south-east from north-west,
And bluffing bling from him was such a breeze.
The tall boy whom I liked for snog or squeeze,
Well, he'd asked for some room, a little rest;
The squat boy whom I liked for zany zest,
Well, I'd already nudged him down on knees.
We glanced around my dreamy gilded clutch
Seated deep in clothes shop window cluster,
Mugging sighs, I wondered could he muster
A month of lay by, four wage chunks, not much?
He was gentle, poor, and yummy handsome,
Readily lay out cash, my king's ransom.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 handsome
o $10,000,000 beautiful
o $10,000,000 gorgeous

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a study toward sonnet #1,497 by FisherKingKQJ

Just gather, my dear, once, though long ago,
I was too rapt and precious when I'd rate
The classic sonnets matchless creative flow
Some naive tour-de-force could not infiltrate.
Like classic muses past, you keep in stow
Of memory, prepubescent, you wait,
Quite ballroom dancing mine for months, in tow...
Wrong school enrolment cost me my soul mate.
In my life coincidences still astound,
I was born a row boat ride from the city
Searched by steeled crusaders' parlous pity,
Where octet butted sextet, first press bound.
Damsel dear, look under thy car bonnet,
Note two hundred horsepower haul a sonnet.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 bonnet
o $10,000,000 hood
o $10,000,000 lid

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a study toward sonnet #1,496 by FisherKingKQJ

I'll make your three dee portrait muse exact,
One sketch first, though, where ideas sort in place,
Rhymes can drop framework, pretty interface,
Where reference points fix each facet fact.
I'll hew from single honeycomb cell tract
As I walk round, my eyes can then embrace
Your gorgeous curves as chisels leant grace,
Ascend invisible thread, hex bolt abstract.
I've learnt from you to buckyball fine tune,
I'll go launch enjambe or lock in phrases,
Stroke of rubber small mistakes erases,
Yes, holy spirals figure none too soon.
Thou, damsel, now ascend a sonnet,
Hundreds horse power under metal bonnet.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 sonnet
o $10,000,000 lyric
o $10,000,000 poem

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a study toward sonnet #1,495 by FisherKingKQJ

You shall not ever grow old, my sunshine,
As long as your recall accosts my heart-
A young girl waltzing three four, then spin mine,
A slow turning wide arc, our bonding start.
Your pendant cross and earrings post divine,
Your whirl of white hair is kinetic art,
Your miniskirt stretched tight on tights, cuts fine,
Your wrists in bangles wreathed are quite apart.
With my right hand on your curvaceous hip,
My left hand raised aloft in your right hand,
Your breath close, almost my ambrosial sip,
Your flicking fringe locks tease my lips, unplanned.
As long as love in your heart stirs, my fair,
I'll sponsor you the next stem cell repair.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 fair
o $10,000,000 beautiful
o $10,000,000 pretty

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a study toward sonnet #1,494 by FisherKingKQJ

The wandering bard sang to the adorable but ill
damsel the following lyric.

The mandarins grow ripe while roses bloom
Boldly red and orange off the season,
Evil occupation pressed the reason,
Transplanted here by governors in gloom.
As autumn was poor Eve and Adam's fall,
The villain go-between engaged the lord
As well as serfs and shuffled swift accord,
His line being feint sunlight or none at all.
The villain said is squire Ced, this his fief,
His talking parrots, crows, rooks and magpies
He sends to corners wide as valued spies,
By homing pigeon he plots his next brief.
His lord teaches ravens whom he hatches
Skills with skeleton keys, snibs and latches.

The damsel wiped a tear from her eyes.
She said, 'Even if the birds kept mum
they'd be a reminder of his forward
omnipresence. Just as I'm recovering
from these energy draining tumours, the
state is going into steep decline.' At the
trivial fork in the highway, the litter
and the bard parted ways, he whistling,
the damsel sniffing and sobbing, and her
servants mutely adjusting nozzles on the
four hot air balloons bouyed and tied on
each corner handle.

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a study toward sonnets #1,493 and #1,494
by FisherKingKQJ
#1,493
The damsel wiped a tear from her eyes as she sat
in the darkened gods, her sunshine hair catching
on the pale aisle lights.

So long and yond ago it was that you
Thrummed your black fret balalaika, and sang
Of pitched crusade, my heart inspects the pang
And would relive the epic larks anew.
My litter turned, I parted drapes, veils too,
Tears rolled down my cheeks, God, I'd got the hang
Of alloy-chemy, your pure ingot clang,
Lead envelope round soft gold, soldered flue.
Ratchet pegs with oval heads of opal,
Sharp three point box embossed with thirty grails,
Songs known spoils of sacked Constantinople,
You sang, of Jesus heads, Last Supper, tails.
I drank my pee, murdered my skin tumours,
Old wives tales deliberated rumours.

a study toward sonnet #1,492 by FisherKingKQJ

My darling damsel, now I've come to court,
By large to sack your father's city-state,
The armada has seized and rigged the port,
A wizard warrior Fisherking tolled fate.
I cannot kill your family in sport,
And seek your fleshed out, beautiful portrait,
I feel a love for lovely you, my forte
Instead my trumpets shall entrance and bait.
Your walls shall crumble quickly as I mix
A theme of ours with those of your old foe,
Great cacaphony I'll as well affix,
The bugles blaring your theme, wondrous woe.
I'll pitch you hydraulic-pneumatic pipes,
Convey you bricks on built air, hover types.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 pipes
o $10,000,000 flues
0 $10,000,000 tubes

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On the last rehearsed syllable to echo round
the mountains, Sir Ubucud remounted his
steed and spurred him down to the valley.
The Fisherking had told him the grail was
a silver coin with the face of Jesus on heads,
and the Last Supper on tails, one of thirty
silver coins minted for Judas by the Pharisees
as commemorative coins, prophetic and
recursive, and these he was determined to
give to his damsel love as the most valued
relics in Christian auction.

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a study toward sonnet #1,491 by FisherKingKQJ

(The first person avatar for this soliloquy is
fictional and any resemblance is pure coincidence.)

Your fishnet stocking went straight on screen
Beneath my gently stroking thorough thumb,
Your flexed knee zone then zoomed out, striking dumb
Poor old me, young you the overnight has-been.
You're paparazzi downsized, done more lean,
That Peeper net log runs from plum to rum,
You're photogenic, but flawed as they come,
You spill your guts on line, bare soul then glean.
You mine deep Oodle Ruts, inlay baroque
Street corner cameos - tramps, kids, tarts and clods,
You bag off Bluffway bit players who're stone broke,
And mime acts get your shoulder shrugs and nods.
Gossip blogger, your red tousled tresses
Are put right by some touch screen caresses.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 tresses
o $10,000,000 bangs
o $10,000,000 locks

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Net Phone

o disposable phone numbers
for privacy generated by
pressing a yellow heart on
the touch screen, as on
a poker machine

o prepaid for security

o bonus bond application for
regulating flow of cash on a
global network, traced by
raffle draw once every twenty
four hours

a study toward sonnet #1,490 by FisherKingKQJ

Can you spare a second, darling Jenny?
True love sets out the blueprints for pair,
That decades flow by mostly pleasant fare,
Kisses ministered hot, warm and many.
I sought angling one sweet girl, not any,
For whom I could immediately show care,
For whom in hard times I'd fast, else go spare,
She'd be low key pretty, no catchpenny.
Will you spare a second, honey Jimmy?
True love calls on master plans for couple,
Decades should run past conserving supple,
Hugs being hard, soft, heated, sharing shimmy.
I waited, sighed and languished way too long,
Until I saw you, you as came on strong.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 long
o $10,000,000 deep
o $10,000,000 tall

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