sonnet #1,636
Motion sensor console gambling satires,
Three sad clowns, gray, grey shades, tatty attires.
Old stage two geezer goosed his walking frame
Up closer, nodding acquaintance his aim,
Vote buying prime ministers of endless past
Passed front of his eyes, slide show ghosts aghast.
Armchair sports fan put right a kick which stunk,
Viewed double slomo, and fast forward drunk-
His avatar backed scored a sweet own goal,
Converted jab of heel, no rigmarole.
A draughtsman far side of this world drew
Caricatures inspired, no one he knew,
A likeness near side of this world, luck
Did have it, at his twin a headbutt struck.
(Chorus)
o attires
o clothes
o garments
Friday, December 17, 2010
sonnet #1,635
She was vain, that is, you'd just think my type,
A narcissist for loving bonds as pellmell
As anyone in any mane or stripe
Where society's rank mutual fictions swell.
She'd nod my worries merely trifling tripe,
The while part yawn, on her own worries dwell-
Who could accuse her, spit her guttersnipe?
This was perspective plumped, not kiss and tell.
Perspective wasn't her strong suit, spelt rude,
And read post mortem - she removed grey hair,
Waxed her whiskers, at surgery would sneer,
Was hung up on bra sizes flexed by food.
I'm looking out for girls who yearning yawn
Their lives in vain on vain men, beg off brawn.
(Chorus)
o yawn
o dilate
o gape
She was vain, that is, you'd just think my type,
A narcissist for loving bonds as pellmell
As anyone in any mane or stripe
Where society's rank mutual fictions swell.
She'd nod my worries merely trifling tripe,
The while part yawn, on her own worries dwell-
Who could accuse her, spit her guttersnipe?
This was perspective plumped, not kiss and tell.
Perspective wasn't her strong suit, spelt rude,
And read post mortem - she removed grey hair,
Waxed her whiskers, at surgery would sneer,
Was hung up on bra sizes flexed by food.
I'm looking out for girls who yearning yawn
Their lives in vain on vain men, beg off brawn.
(Chorus)
o yawn
o dilate
o gape
Friday, December 10, 2010
sonnet #1,634
Seems hardly yesterday that young I fell
In love so easily by grand degrees,
My heart would race on, and my ribcage swell,
My eyes would idolise, my kneecaps freeze.
I've never ever waged since then so well,
I've ever never been so prepped to please,
As then I loved a tomcat tortoiseshell
Or babies bandied cross my bouncing knees.
Boy's gaze lingers, then my lashes flutter,
Boy's candid compliment, I'll thank and thank,
A first date kiss and my poor brain goes blank,
Understanding little which he'll utter.
Such is my valour, joie de vivre and vim
I wend from boy to boy, my love a whim.
(Chorus)
o vim
o ebullience
o gusto
Seems hardly yesterday that young I fell
In love so easily by grand degrees,
My heart would race on, and my ribcage swell,
My eyes would idolise, my kneecaps freeze.
I've never ever waged since then so well,
I've ever never been so prepped to please,
As then I loved a tomcat tortoiseshell
Or babies bandied cross my bouncing knees.
Boy's gaze lingers, then my lashes flutter,
Boy's candid compliment, I'll thank and thank,
A first date kiss and my poor brain goes blank,
Understanding little which he'll utter.
Such is my valour, joie de vivre and vim
I wend from boy to boy, my love a whim.
(Chorus)
o vim
o ebullience
o gusto
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
sonnet #1,633
I was so wrong to reckon this love pure
And matchless, and earmark it good as done,
To flatter you, when options felt lots fewer-
How was I meant to gauge a thing begun?
For cursory eye glances rhymes aren't cure,
My dear, these sonnets stacked by gross, by ton,
Each laboured as if last, might long endure,
Each far off scrawls profligate, sweatless won.
Not so long ago, dear, I'd have given
My right arm up for this exquisite rut
This subordinate life diary driven,
The lithe outlines of your knees, arms and butt.
Sweeter lines inspired now, written later,
Greatest love I had for you now greater.
(Chorus)
o later
o after
o post
I was so wrong to reckon this love pure
And matchless, and earmark it good as done,
To flatter you, when options felt lots fewer-
How was I meant to gauge a thing begun?
For cursory eye glances rhymes aren't cure,
My dear, these sonnets stacked by gross, by ton,
Each laboured as if last, might long endure,
Each far off scrawls profligate, sweatless won.
Not so long ago, dear, I'd have given
My right arm up for this exquisite rut
This subordinate life diary driven,
The lithe outlines of your knees, arms and butt.
Sweeter lines inspired now, written later,
Greatest love I had for you now greater.
(Chorus)
o later
o after
o post
Friday, December 03, 2010
sonnet #1,632
I reached for words down clusters, under roots
Of etymology, down aeons past past,
On halo, heal, hole, helium my eyes cast,
On halo, hollow, its disc and ring offshoots.
I thought of sha-light starlight, cartoon smiles
On happy suns, exhaled grey cloudy breath,
At sunrise staring straight at life and death-
Did sun transmit rare water stretched for miles?
The night we hit on deuced bouncing hail,
White dice cubes seeming cut from twinkling stars,
I worshipped avidly our avatars,
And praised hard spoken ice flukes of comet tail.
World overcrowding, it's thin earth crust,
Sha's engineered balm, streams of stellar dust.
(Chorus)
o crust
o layer
o shell
I reached for words down clusters, under roots
Of etymology, down aeons past past,
On halo, heal, hole, helium my eyes cast,
On halo, hollow, its disc and ring offshoots.
I thought of sha-light starlight, cartoon smiles
On happy suns, exhaled grey cloudy breath,
At sunrise staring straight at life and death-
Did sun transmit rare water stretched for miles?
The night we hit on deuced bouncing hail,
White dice cubes seeming cut from twinkling stars,
I worshipped avidly our avatars,
And praised hard spoken ice flukes of comet tail.
World overcrowding, it's thin earth crust,
Sha's engineered balm, streams of stellar dust.
(Chorus)
o crust
o layer
o shell
Friday, November 26, 2010
sonnet #1,631
I'm so in love with you, that's so to speak,
My hand can't hold yours, it might sweat and shake,
The talk might trail off, while my heart might break,
Of own accord, say we two club unique.
A lick of lips, a wry pout sure can wreak,
You've got that quaint inflected voice quake,
And touching fingers, friendliest feint uptake-
I shouldn't look so close, that too goes chic.
No, it's much worthier that I look elsewhere
And try and see us as others see us,
A foolish fellow making furtive fuss
About a beautiful girl, here nor there.
If you can't love me, I'll die, I'll respawn,
Then I'll evade, avail my sad heart torn.
(Chorus)
o respawn
o regenerate
o revive
I'm so in love with you, that's so to speak,
My hand can't hold yours, it might sweat and shake,
The talk might trail off, while my heart might break,
Of own accord, say we two club unique.
A lick of lips, a wry pout sure can wreak,
You've got that quaint inflected voice quake,
And touching fingers, friendliest feint uptake-
I shouldn't look so close, that too goes chic.
No, it's much worthier that I look elsewhere
And try and see us as others see us,
A foolish fellow making furtive fuss
About a beautiful girl, here nor there.
If you can't love me, I'll die, I'll respawn,
Then I'll evade, avail my sad heart torn.
(Chorus)
o respawn
o regenerate
o revive
Friday, November 19, 2010
sonnet #1,630
Though we're so different, as cheese and chalk,
Excepting code, I'd pine, hang close and stalk,
She ranks the dearest damsel comely clean,
I'll then admire above, at loopholes lean.
She's clever, funny, kind, with gestured grace,
It wholly causes my youthful heart to race;
Inspired at supper, her veil then a shawl,
She coolly breathes air out in her arched hall.
Her steed trots upper bailey smooth flagstones,
And sideways saddled she will toot mot tones;
I waged to wait on her on this stairwell,
But it's in her moat deep eyes that I dwell.
In Lady Gambol's gaze I rest in peace,
There knightly troubles trivialise, then cease.
(Chorus)
o peace
o accord
o serenity
Though we're so different, as cheese and chalk,
Excepting code, I'd pine, hang close and stalk,
She ranks the dearest damsel comely clean,
I'll then admire above, at loopholes lean.
She's clever, funny, kind, with gestured grace,
It wholly causes my youthful heart to race;
Inspired at supper, her veil then a shawl,
She coolly breathes air out in her arched hall.
Her steed trots upper bailey smooth flagstones,
And sideways saddled she will toot mot tones;
I waged to wait on her on this stairwell,
But it's in her moat deep eyes that I dwell.
In Lady Gambol's gaze I rest in peace,
There knightly troubles trivialise, then cease.
(Chorus)
o peace
o accord
o serenity
Thursday, November 11, 2010
sonnet #1,629
You slur, yet slander seems outside your style,
Indeed, you've actioned questionable deeds;
Your feral parrot lives and dies and feeds
A prompted opportunist, off one mile.
Yes, there's a thing or two you titter vile,
It draws my darker sentimental needs,
To psychosomatic expression leads,
Benign as mere cysts, phew, removed short while.
Your twenties were a raucous whirlwind ride,
The fall out torts of precious metal muck,
Of fool's gold bars and crumbling gold beside,
Your lessons learned, you leveraged your luck.
Once more I force through benefit of doubt
The wisest warning, ease off, else you're out.
(Chorus)
o doubt
o incertitude
o muddle
You slur, yet slander seems outside your style,
Indeed, you've actioned questionable deeds;
Your feral parrot lives and dies and feeds
A prompted opportunist, off one mile.
Yes, there's a thing or two you titter vile,
It draws my darker sentimental needs,
To psychosomatic expression leads,
Benign as mere cysts, phew, removed short while.
Your twenties were a raucous whirlwind ride,
The fall out torts of precious metal muck,
Of fool's gold bars and crumbling gold beside,
Your lessons learned, you leveraged your luck.
Once more I force through benefit of doubt
The wisest warning, ease off, else you're out.
(Chorus)
o doubt
o incertitude
o muddle
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
sonnet #1,628
I should've spent attentively the time
Alone with you, entirely me at fault;
The cool estrangement and morbid mime
Kill minutes mused, by increment, by jolt.
Your absence cost of working clime to clime,
I wonder now if you'll perk up and bolt,
Our future pointed forth, as it's your prime
We're silently assessing, move or halt.
It's dirty work, girl, which I love to do-
No other dirty work works just for me,
Commuter's travails tick an apogee,
And on each weekend break, I'm back to you.
Somebody's been the dutiful young wife,
To fault eked out a beautiful old life.
(Chorus)
o wife
o mate
o spouse
I should've spent attentively the time
Alone with you, entirely me at fault;
The cool estrangement and morbid mime
Kill minutes mused, by increment, by jolt.
Your absence cost of working clime to clime,
I wonder now if you'll perk up and bolt,
Our future pointed forth, as it's your prime
We're silently assessing, move or halt.
It's dirty work, girl, which I love to do-
No other dirty work works just for me,
Commuter's travails tick an apogee,
And on each weekend break, I'm back to you.
Somebody's been the dutiful young wife,
To fault eked out a beautiful old life.
(Chorus)
o wife
o mate
o spouse
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
sonnet #1,627
(The characters in the following sonnet are
fictional and any resemblance to Adam and
Eve would be purely coincidental.)
Time has inlaid my love's kind face all lines,
And wrinkles, has dried out random jots,
Her eyes once so enlarging, look small knots,
Her lips once turgid, seem deep crimps by tines.
I glance at gilded hairs, my heart so pines
For shorn abundance, gland delivered shots
Of golden, lost in clippings, tinfoil clots,
Think what a waste a raw wig over mines.
My tidy twenties had me still growing bones,
My failing forties tweaked me teenage hair,
So wild and crazy, growing with zest out zones
Of back and brows and nose and either ear.
Immortalise a muse, the chances slight?
A score of years on, my bones fresh, I might.
(Chorus)
o slight
o precious
o rare
(The characters in the following sonnet are
fictional and any resemblance to Adam and
Eve would be purely coincidental.)
Time has inlaid my love's kind face all lines,
And wrinkles, has dried out random jots,
Her eyes once so enlarging, look small knots,
Her lips once turgid, seem deep crimps by tines.
I glance at gilded hairs, my heart so pines
For shorn abundance, gland delivered shots
Of golden, lost in clippings, tinfoil clots,
Think what a waste a raw wig over mines.
My tidy twenties had me still growing bones,
My failing forties tweaked me teenage hair,
So wild and crazy, growing with zest out zones
Of back and brows and nose and either ear.
Immortalise a muse, the chances slight?
A score of years on, my bones fresh, I might.
(Chorus)
o slight
o precious
o rare
Friday, October 15, 2010
sonnet #1,626
They tell that you're immature, act on whim,
They tell that you're spontaneous, you disarm,
But you enchant me through selective charm,
Ambiguously, ambivalently prim.
You're by turn both luminous and dim,
You're humorous upholding, hurting balm,
You're timorous intruding, feuding calm,
With tears of joy, of balefulness, you brim.
A fingernail black bruise, which lasts so long,
By clipping calendar grows, ends in edge,
The carbuncle on cuticle, plain wrong,
Disgresses from engagement ring big hedge.
As you've been clumsy cute, and aired a cuss,
It's something you can trip past, toxic fuss.
(Chorus)
o cuss
o oathe
o swear
They tell that you're immature, act on whim,
They tell that you're spontaneous, you disarm,
But you enchant me through selective charm,
Ambiguously, ambivalently prim.
You're by turn both luminous and dim,
You're humorous upholding, hurting balm,
You're timorous intruding, feuding calm,
With tears of joy, of balefulness, you brim.
A fingernail black bruise, which lasts so long,
By clipping calendar grows, ends in edge,
The carbuncle on cuticle, plain wrong,
Disgresses from engagement ring big hedge.
As you've been clumsy cute, and aired a cuss,
It's something you can trip past, toxic fuss.
(Chorus)
o cuss
o oathe
o swear
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
sonnet #1,625
I'm touched if you're so troubled, jealous just
Of him, my kissing cousin; what a thrill
As you stormed from the room to fume and chill-
Shows there's more depth to you than driven lust.
Though I can't say as much yet, I've now sussed
Your heart, keep smiles at bay; abetted still,
My heart beats faster, fathoms plumb your will,
And what you'd give, and if you'd bluff to bust.
No, I won't tell you terms of our small chat,
Your welling tears are wasted, weakly plead
That I avoid him first, then fault him flat,
But faults as found are finely grained indeed.
I most regret the quickest kiss on lips,
Off him for you, the ginger handshake grips.
(Chorus)
o lips
o brims
o margins
I'm touched if you're so troubled, jealous just
Of him, my kissing cousin; what a thrill
As you stormed from the room to fume and chill-
Shows there's more depth to you than driven lust.
Though I can't say as much yet, I've now sussed
Your heart, keep smiles at bay; abetted still,
My heart beats faster, fathoms plumb your will,
And what you'd give, and if you'd bluff to bust.
No, I won't tell you terms of our small chat,
Your welling tears are wasted, weakly plead
That I avoid him first, then fault him flat,
But faults as found are finely grained indeed.
I most regret the quickest kiss on lips,
Off him for you, the ginger handshake grips.
(Chorus)
o lips
o brims
o margins
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
sonnet #1,624
They sniff at our being young, say, you're unfit
For true love, when that's truly otherwise;
They didn't stop to spot us portrait size,
It lashed us mores we'd usually admit.
A globe has gone and we're left grime and grit,
Old nuclear family-power fob-off lies;
We neither pity them this nor despise
As high divorce rates count ourselves a hit.
Our love will last at least one century,
In health, in sickness, by swaddled stem cell,
Through peaks of plenty, troughs of penury,
In megalopolis we'll love, we'll dwell.
Eternally, though, we'll try right their wrong,
Their ignorance well meant, we'll string along.
(Chorus)
o wrong
o falsehood
o sin
They sniff at our being young, say, you're unfit
For true love, when that's truly otherwise;
They didn't stop to spot us portrait size,
It lashed us mores we'd usually admit.
A globe has gone and we're left grime and grit,
Old nuclear family-power fob-off lies;
We neither pity them this nor despise
As high divorce rates count ourselves a hit.
Our love will last at least one century,
In health, in sickness, by swaddled stem cell,
Through peaks of plenty, troughs of penury,
In megalopolis we'll love, we'll dwell.
Eternally, though, we'll try right their wrong,
Their ignorance well meant, we'll string along.
(Chorus)
o wrong
o falsehood
o sin
Friday, October 01, 2010
sonnet #1,623
Contrarian, as I've got her, bag in box,
She'll take a tangent line and twist a trait,
Her arguments plumb then ameliorate
Our moods conversed - if moved by me, she mocks.
I loved her style, her knee high stocking socks,
The backless blouses beads and eyes hold straight,
The retro chic of french berets not late,
Yet when I praised, she said, rough as rocks.
And if I say how sad she looks, she'll smile,
And say, no, so far off the simple truth,
And then dispatch to me her giggling guile,
Or punch my shoulder softly, cloying, uncouth.
She warms too close or far off, winks a blink,
I'll puzzle her out presently, I'd think.
(Chorus)
o blink
o flutter
o tremor
Contrarian, as I've got her, bag in box,
She'll take a tangent line and twist a trait,
Her arguments plumb then ameliorate
Our moods conversed - if moved by me, she mocks.
I loved her style, her knee high stocking socks,
The backless blouses beads and eyes hold straight,
The retro chic of french berets not late,
Yet when I praised, she said, rough as rocks.
And if I say how sad she looks, she'll smile,
And say, no, so far off the simple truth,
And then dispatch to me her giggling guile,
Or punch my shoulder softly, cloying, uncouth.
She warms too close or far off, winks a blink,
I'll puzzle her out presently, I'd think.
(Chorus)
o blink
o flutter
o tremor
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
sonnet #1,622
Though I've emerged the man I aimed to be,
Past setbacks, stumbling blocks, and settled dues,
The past and present caught up disagree,
They set off nightly murky, mindset hues.
When I pushed you off, dear, I forced you free,
Could not see me as the one you'd choose,
Nor as the one who stirred your girlish glee,
Though you'd pierced my piqued, invalid views.
I struck the standard hurdles, took the butt
Of bad luck others do, the fatal fault
Looks slowness, such a speed you'd tried to halt,
With taps and rubs and arms around my nut.
I need you back, your warming, soothing words,
And wait on dawn, its calming call of birds.
(Chorus)
o words
o phrases
o syllables
Though I've emerged the man I aimed to be,
Past setbacks, stumbling blocks, and settled dues,
The past and present caught up disagree,
They set off nightly murky, mindset hues.
When I pushed you off, dear, I forced you free,
Could not see me as the one you'd choose,
Nor as the one who stirred your girlish glee,
Though you'd pierced my piqued, invalid views.
I struck the standard hurdles, took the butt
Of bad luck others do, the fatal fault
Looks slowness, such a speed you'd tried to halt,
With taps and rubs and arms around my nut.
I need you back, your warming, soothing words,
And wait on dawn, its calming call of birds.
(Chorus)
o words
o phrases
o syllables
Thursday, September 23, 2010
sonnet #1,621
Wound arm in arm, so amorous, I'll kiss
On kiss him, smack my lips on smoochiest lips,
Add cheeks, ears, nose, append on earlobes nips,
Make fleeting flicks by tongue of teeth his bliss.
I'll hug and huddle him, first that way this,
I'll whisper him sweet nothings, pearls and pips,
I'll tickle shirt seams twixt sheer ribs and hips,
And tease intense his twitches, nought amiss.
We slinked the gangplank down to daddy's launch,
Waved the private party pier gazebo,
Stirred, I pashed him, my plaything placebo,
Aggressive-passive, and suave and staunch.
I told him then I loved him itty bits,
He shrugged my baby talkie walkie skits.
(Chorus)
o bits
o fragments
o scraps
Wound arm in arm, so amorous, I'll kiss
On kiss him, smack my lips on smoochiest lips,
Add cheeks, ears, nose, append on earlobes nips,
Make fleeting flicks by tongue of teeth his bliss.
I'll hug and huddle him, first that way this,
I'll whisper him sweet nothings, pearls and pips,
I'll tickle shirt seams twixt sheer ribs and hips,
And tease intense his twitches, nought amiss.
We slinked the gangplank down to daddy's launch,
Waved the private party pier gazebo,
Stirred, I pashed him, my plaything placebo,
Aggressive-passive, and suave and staunch.
I told him then I loved him itty bits,
He shrugged my baby talkie walkie skits.
(Chorus)
o bits
o fragments
o scraps
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
sonnet #1,620
I'm living proof of how things wrongly read
Can turn out fine; at first you may well fall
In love with wrong impressions, little said,
Quick prejudice, quite hard to overhaul.
At social do's and don't's, to which I'm lead
I'll take her coat or cap or gloves or shawl
She's glamour girl next door, else drop dead-
I don't know which, admired by wags and all.
She'll slink first into empty, eerie rooms,
She'll burst first into such a busy crowd,
To undermine old me, yet I'm quite proud
Of her, my safety valve, whose love presumes.
I'll flop drunk on our wobbling water-bed,
Curl with this girl who's got a swollen head.
(Chorus)
o bed
o couch
o divan
I'm living proof of how things wrongly read
Can turn out fine; at first you may well fall
In love with wrong impressions, little said,
Quick prejudice, quite hard to overhaul.
At social do's and don't's, to which I'm lead
I'll take her coat or cap or gloves or shawl
She's glamour girl next door, else drop dead-
I don't know which, admired by wags and all.
She'll slink first into empty, eerie rooms,
She'll burst first into such a busy crowd,
To undermine old me, yet I'm quite proud
Of her, my safety valve, whose love presumes.
I'll flop drunk on our wobbling water-bed,
Curl with this girl who's got a swollen head.
(Chorus)
o bed
o couch
o divan
Friday, September 17, 2010
sonnet #1,619
I want to savour - just where did you sneak?
My lookout parried well, you weren't her place,
My baby brother worked up a civil case,
And nailed you slumming it, through passing peek.
You dressed in dowdy clothes reclaimed unique,
My thorny themes you nodded, much embrace-
To get away from me with greasy grace,
You shouted shots of gin to quiet your clique.
Well, how's your skittish sweetheart socialite?
And did she ever dredge your dressing down?
And was her mufti last year's must-have gown?
Were candlesticks and dimmer switch too, too bright?
Next, you'll both toast me, tipple coke and rum,
So juggle me, adjourned hour, as lonesome.
(Chorus)
o rum
o vodka
o whiskey
I want to savour - just where did you sneak?
My lookout parried well, you weren't her place,
My baby brother worked up a civil case,
And nailed you slumming it, through passing peek.
You dressed in dowdy clothes reclaimed unique,
My thorny themes you nodded, much embrace-
To get away from me with greasy grace,
You shouted shots of gin to quiet your clique.
Well, how's your skittish sweetheart socialite?
And did she ever dredge your dressing down?
And was her mufti last year's must-have gown?
Were candlesticks and dimmer switch too, too bright?
Next, you'll both toast me, tipple coke and rum,
So juggle me, adjourned hour, as lonesome.
(Chorus)
o rum
o vodka
o whiskey
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
sonnet #1,618
Hail, Cupid, I've got a secret crazy crush,
Since when I practised kissing handsome bloke,
He lingered long on lips, these here, no joke,
I liked it lots, though, and keep that hush.
I stepped back so cooled off that sizzling rush-
His ways and postures worked me, I awoke-
All fueled a fever, nothing wrong, a stroke,
My kneecaps trembled, ear lobes tingled blush.
I toast you, since you've taken chancy stance
In getting me off guessing all or none,
Out from beneath eye candy, all seen fun,
This bloke's conceit is merry old romance.
Well, Cupid, my lips pouted, my eyes closed,
I fell in love when his warm nostrils nosed.
(Chorus)
o closed
o barred
o shut
Hail, Cupid, I've got a secret crazy crush,
Since when I practised kissing handsome bloke,
He lingered long on lips, these here, no joke,
I liked it lots, though, and keep that hush.
I stepped back so cooled off that sizzling rush-
His ways and postures worked me, I awoke-
All fueled a fever, nothing wrong, a stroke,
My kneecaps trembled, ear lobes tingled blush.
I toast you, since you've taken chancy stance
In getting me off guessing all or none,
Out from beneath eye candy, all seen fun,
This bloke's conceit is merry old romance.
Well, Cupid, my lips pouted, my eyes closed,
I fell in love when his warm nostrils nosed.
(Chorus)
o closed
o barred
o shut
Monday, September 13, 2010
sonnet #1,617
I want you back, just briefest questions asked
About your state of health, and your well being,
No probe for proof, no prod for suitors whom you're seeing,
As overruling love above clouds has been tasked.
As beauty's halo warms at whom it's basked,
My sequent sobs and tummy turns agreeing;
I'm paralysed in gerunds, fighting fleeing,
Between a smirk and smile enthralled, unmasked.
So, after things cool off, off colour change,
Does banter blunt, worse still, go tiresome bust?
How sweetly cheap and true was life based on trust,
How sleepless fidgetting these nights, and strange.
My rotten broken friendships list is long,
Please chitchat rain or sun, no right or wrong.
(Chorus)
o long
o deep
o wide
I want you back, just briefest questions asked
About your state of health, and your well being,
No probe for proof, no prod for suitors whom you're seeing,
As overruling love above clouds has been tasked.
As beauty's halo warms at whom it's basked,
My sequent sobs and tummy turns agreeing;
I'm paralysed in gerunds, fighting fleeing,
Between a smirk and smile enthralled, unmasked.
So, after things cool off, off colour change,
Does banter blunt, worse still, go tiresome bust?
How sweetly cheap and true was life based on trust,
How sleepless fidgetting these nights, and strange.
My rotten broken friendships list is long,
Please chitchat rain or sun, no right or wrong.
(Chorus)
o long
o deep
o wide
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
sonnet #1,616
He doesn't know you, dear, I dreaming do-
I know my heart, it burgeons a well being
From head to feet, from hand to hand flowing through
My organs out my eyes, your gaze agreeing.
He's silver tongued, and sweet in talk, you his skew,
No fault the last, I love you blinkered seeing-
At least I'm focused, simply stated true,
I'm giving ground, unflinching, never fleeing.
He's locked away on some unknown timeline,
He's well on way to first hand felt heartbreak
Else flees some olden one, for what knows sake,
His niceties familiar with you, match for mine.
I dread he loves you that much, doing his drill,
His looks and clever mind accord free will.
(Chorus)
o drill
o method
o routine
He doesn't know you, dear, I dreaming do-
I know my heart, it burgeons a well being
From head to feet, from hand to hand flowing through
My organs out my eyes, your gaze agreeing.
He's silver tongued, and sweet in talk, you his skew,
No fault the last, I love you blinkered seeing-
At least I'm focused, simply stated true,
I'm giving ground, unflinching, never fleeing.
He's locked away on some unknown timeline,
He's well on way to first hand felt heartbreak
Else flees some olden one, for what knows sake,
His niceties familiar with you, match for mine.
I dread he loves you that much, doing his drill,
His looks and clever mind accord free will.
(Chorus)
o drill
o method
o routine
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
sonnet #1,615
I reacted as though nothing harmed could hurt
And my deeds were contextual, time the lag,
Dark hours, days into months could whizz or flag,
My listless life was stuck on red alert.
You were a comrade, mate, or more than skirt,
A bubbly babe, maybe faghag, no nag,
A gentle touch whatever gender bag,
Small talk, a tap that rouses from inert.
It's wondrous brilliant when I feel this fine,
You showed me love in spectrums row by row
In colours caring christian, veiled agape divine,
Romantic, graceful grateful, twinned rainbow.
You, you alone who showed me my quiet doubt
A rainbow feint beyond bond, exact same route.
(Chorus)
o doubt
o scepticism
o quandary
I reacted as though nothing harmed could hurt
And my deeds were contextual, time the lag,
Dark hours, days into months could whizz or flag,
My listless life was stuck on red alert.
You were a comrade, mate, or more than skirt,
A bubbly babe, maybe faghag, no nag,
A gentle touch whatever gender bag,
Small talk, a tap that rouses from inert.
It's wondrous brilliant when I feel this fine,
You showed me love in spectrums row by row
In colours caring christian, veiled agape divine,
Romantic, graceful grateful, twinned rainbow.
You, you alone who showed me my quiet doubt
A rainbow feint beyond bond, exact same route.
(Chorus)
o doubt
o scepticism
o quandary
sonnet #1,614
(Restricted to eighteen years and over.)
My blinking name is blimmin' Cheeky Chick,
I'm your sex robot - fancy four pigtails?
My hands my snigger stifle, mouthy veils,
I snort, you loser, did you call in sick?
My quick ribtickling teases turn the trick-
He'll slip out winded, chuffed, yet chug off rails,
I'll roughly reinsert him, sniff, loser bails,
On poor sad you and you alone they pick.
Are you in yet? Dig that drawstring doll kind?
There's more to me than spring-out-tongue, or snook-
I'll fart as you pump sweet pussy from behind,
I'll blow some bubblegum or browse a book.
Just as you've pinned me with grunts, I'll giggle,
Making you whip out on mounting wriggle.
(Chorus)
o giggle
o chortle
o titter
(Editor's note - would've thought Dastardly Bastard
and Bitch, Chirpy Chap and Cheeky Chick, got along
better.)
(Restricted to eighteen years and over.)
My blinking name is blimmin' Cheeky Chick,
I'm your sex robot - fancy four pigtails?
My hands my snigger stifle, mouthy veils,
I snort, you loser, did you call in sick?
My quick ribtickling teases turn the trick-
He'll slip out winded, chuffed, yet chug off rails,
I'll roughly reinsert him, sniff, loser bails,
On poor sad you and you alone they pick.
Are you in yet? Dig that drawstring doll kind?
There's more to me than spring-out-tongue, or snook-
I'll fart as you pump sweet pussy from behind,
I'll blow some bubblegum or browse a book.
Just as you've pinned me with grunts, I'll giggle,
Making you whip out on mounting wriggle.
(Chorus)
o giggle
o chortle
o titter
(Editor's note - would've thought Dastardly Bastard
and Bitch, Chirpy Chap and Cheeky Chick, got along
better.)
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
sonnet #1,613
(Restricted to eighteen years and over.)
Not all that mean nor sour when you know me,
Mood swings do channel often some higher cause,
I'm Bitch, sex robot, claim a ponce's pause,
My service stringent, straight up, sugar free.
Whilst sitting nudging nice atop his knee
I'll sneer generic notes off files of flaws-
Say, you're not much in macho, else which thaws
And stiffens, flourish schadenfreude teehee.
Your angling, undersexed piece of arse
Loves my large swell of bust and strappy slot,
Squirms medicating me cool, just the shot,
As closet bachelors are beyond a farce.
He'll wear me, rubberised a double bind,
My loins'll dispense an ointment while I grind.
(Chorus)
o bind
o trim
o wrap
(Restricted to eighteen years and over.)
Not all that mean nor sour when you know me,
Mood swings do channel often some higher cause,
I'm Bitch, sex robot, claim a ponce's pause,
My service stringent, straight up, sugar free.
Whilst sitting nudging nice atop his knee
I'll sneer generic notes off files of flaws-
Say, you're not much in macho, else which thaws
And stiffens, flourish schadenfreude teehee.
Your angling, undersexed piece of arse
Loves my large swell of bust and strappy slot,
Squirms medicating me cool, just the shot,
As closet bachelors are beyond a farce.
He'll wear me, rubberised a double bind,
My loins'll dispense an ointment while I grind.
(Chorus)
o bind
o trim
o wrap
Monday, August 16, 2010
sonnet #1,612
They'd swear me underachiever and cheapskate
Buying hookers cups of coffee, four or five
Or sunrise, there where blowjob busied thrive,
My pay off kisses, licks of balding pate.
I met Bitch while I was in slacker state,
Her pick up line just one word laughed to drive
Me crazy, homo, but I lurched alive-
I had to stick it right to her, negate.
When I met Cheeky Chick's eyerolls she stuck
Her tongue right out at me, averse-provoked,
And, loser, sighed, by frisson I was stoked,
She only let me do her dogged luck.
Now sex robots, unlike girls, field their faults,
I like their putdown pick up lines, no schmaltz.
(Chorus)
o faults
o blemishes
o defects
They'd swear me underachiever and cheapskate
Buying hookers cups of coffee, four or five
Or sunrise, there where blowjob busied thrive,
My pay off kisses, licks of balding pate.
I met Bitch while I was in slacker state,
Her pick up line just one word laughed to drive
Me crazy, homo, but I lurched alive-
I had to stick it right to her, negate.
When I met Cheeky Chick's eyerolls she stuck
Her tongue right out at me, averse-provoked,
And, loser, sighed, by frisson I was stoked,
She only let me do her dogged luck.
Now sex robots, unlike girls, field their faults,
I like their putdown pick up lines, no schmaltz.
(Chorus)
o faults
o blemishes
o defects
Occasional satirical verse by
Perry the grey parrot, headbutting
a touchscreen wordprocessor.
It sticks in my craw like stale poppy seeds
There's damn enough oil eating deep sea bugs
Who deal to slicks as donkeys do to weeds-
Those oil men, drill bits, spills, hydraulic plugs-
The king is cockroach - through shade tints of rose,
Two faced oil men won't let oil bugs depose.
Perry the grey parrot, headbutting
a touchscreen wordprocessor.
It sticks in my craw like stale poppy seeds
There's damn enough oil eating deep sea bugs
Who deal to slicks as donkeys do to weeds-
Those oil men, drill bits, spills, hydraulic plugs-
The king is cockroach - through shade tints of rose,
Two faced oil men won't let oil bugs depose.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Jester - Excuse me for acting out, spelling out.
(Chants)
I fell in love by luck as she walked past,
I stopped my stride and turned, got second look,
My eyes of own accord took hold, were cast
On her round arse, its compass, curve and nook,
She looked across her shoulder, still on strode,
My eyes to hers flicked, briefly heaven bode.
(Bows)
Which came first, chook or chicken?
(Chants)
I fell in love by luck as she walked past,
I stopped my stride and turned, got second look,
My eyes of own accord took hold, were cast
On her round arse, its compass, curve and nook,
She looked across her shoulder, still on strode,
My eyes to hers flicked, briefly heaven bode.
(Bows)
Which came first, chook or chicken?
Friday, July 23, 2010
sonnet #1,611
I'll slump across this honeymoon bedspread,
You curled across a white throw hidden couch,
You glumly silent, something I should grouch,
Think, how and why love has now quickly fled?
I might've seen it mapping out ahead,
I did ask round, and swot up, being no slouch,
Expected pain engaged, a muted ouch,
Those quirks of habit waived by newlywed.
I work a wedding ring, merely metal,
You look a pile of atoms trapped by germs,
Ponder past hand presses centripetal,
Assess the warm hugs, quiver woozy squirms.
You mete a metaphysical blue spark,
From ring to ring, yards cold if on the mark.
(Chorus)
o spark
o flare
o twinkle
I'll slump across this honeymoon bedspread,
You curled across a white throw hidden couch,
You glumly silent, something I should grouch,
Think, how and why love has now quickly fled?
I might've seen it mapping out ahead,
I did ask round, and swot up, being no slouch,
Expected pain engaged, a muted ouch,
Those quirks of habit waived by newlywed.
I work a wedding ring, merely metal,
You look a pile of atoms trapped by germs,
Ponder past hand presses centripetal,
Assess the warm hugs, quiver woozy squirms.
You mete a metaphysical blue spark,
From ring to ring, yards cold if on the mark.
(Chorus)
o spark
o flare
o twinkle
Thursday, July 08, 2010
sonnet #1,610
You were a never was might have so been,
That beyond our homely house the bungalow,
You tickle on a giggle based touch screen
My fancy, yes, skipped round by fingered flow.
You're all to me, the loving gift, the golden mean,
That living work of art kind gods bestow,
If primping, pensive, poker face serene,
If smiling, giving, bolstering, aglow.
I stroke a tress off your eye, sweep in place
Along a temple, straighten stocking line,
Zip up your poplin dress back, pleasure mine,
And straighten up your collar silk one trace.
That's you as you, abiding days gone by,
The touch of touched up photo, eye to eye.
(Chorus)
o by
o past
o rear
You were a never was might have so been,
That beyond our homely house the bungalow,
You tickle on a giggle based touch screen
My fancy, yes, skipped round by fingered flow.
You're all to me, the loving gift, the golden mean,
That living work of art kind gods bestow,
If primping, pensive, poker face serene,
If smiling, giving, bolstering, aglow.
I stroke a tress off your eye, sweep in place
Along a temple, straighten stocking line,
Zip up your poplin dress back, pleasure mine,
And straighten up your collar silk one trace.
That's you as you, abiding days gone by,
The touch of touched up photo, eye to eye.
(Chorus)
o by
o past
o rear
Thursday, July 01, 2010
sonnet #1,609
I see her, what she does, this snooty bitch,
Aware too well of her own lovely looks-
How she arouses giving sneers and snooks,
They're flirty, cheeky, her teasing twitch.
Her soothing smile assumed does flip the switch,
Wins over me with come here finger crooks,
I'm very past the cuddling curves and nooks,
I love her still, though, only hidden hitch.
I would trap her mine, in my arms treasure,
Her boldness foster once again heartfelt,
Her strange frailties far too fine to measure
Embrace with fiery kisses closely dealt.
With him she steps out perfect, I could sob,
Outstanding, one in million, milling mob.
(chorus)
o sob
o cry
o weep
I see her, what she does, this snooty bitch,
Aware too well of her own lovely looks-
How she arouses giving sneers and snooks,
They're flirty, cheeky, her teasing twitch.
Her soothing smile assumed does flip the switch,
Wins over me with come here finger crooks,
I'm very past the cuddling curves and nooks,
I love her still, though, only hidden hitch.
I would trap her mine, in my arms treasure,
Her boldness foster once again heartfelt,
Her strange frailties far too fine to measure
Embrace with fiery kisses closely dealt.
With him she steps out perfect, I could sob,
Outstanding, one in million, milling mob.
(chorus)
o sob
o cry
o weep
Thursday, June 24, 2010
sonnet #1,608
I dodged you near the altar, dreamt in doze,
Not thinking through, awoke a minute late,
My feelings fancy flooding drowned our date
And hour, as we'd got wise great friends, small foes.
I thought our marriage licence might just close
Out stroppy suitors from the chapel gate,
Placate in-laws I by turns love and hate,
Enough guest couples arm in arm, God knows.
I fear your trusting views, kept under veil,
Those blinking eyes I love, your baby face,
Most pretty girls move on in time a trace,
Where darker locks and deeper features scale.
The best man tapped the blacksmith talking shop
Next door, he found me fidgeting, that fop.
(Chorus)
o shop
o boutique
o emporium
I dodged you near the altar, dreamt in doze,
Not thinking through, awoke a minute late,
My feelings fancy flooding drowned our date
And hour, as we'd got wise great friends, small foes.
I thought our marriage licence might just close
Out stroppy suitors from the chapel gate,
Placate in-laws I by turns love and hate,
Enough guest couples arm in arm, God knows.
I fear your trusting views, kept under veil,
Those blinking eyes I love, your baby face,
Most pretty girls move on in time a trace,
Where darker locks and deeper features scale.
The best man tapped the blacksmith talking shop
Next door, he found me fidgeting, that fop.
(Chorus)
o shop
o boutique
o emporium
Thursday, June 17, 2010
sonnet #1,607
Now your mum's foisted you the facts of life,
My daughter, learn the facts of life from dad,
I know that teen years teem with strife
In hormone bursts, I hedge recalling how that's bad.
The world's irrational, and wobbling mad,
I'd rather see you ever some bloke's wife,
Low water mark acknowledged, not a cad,
Enjoying employment, thrown to rigours rife.
We're not your best friends one summer season,
We'd rather love you distanced, nearby dwell,
And not sabotage things, serve up treason
With force, a laughing lax or heckling hell.
But rules are rules, that you do we can't fuss,
Achieve that you now choose, no less than us.
(Chorus)
o fuss
o ado
o clamour
Now your mum's foisted you the facts of life,
My daughter, learn the facts of life from dad,
I know that teen years teem with strife
In hormone bursts, I hedge recalling how that's bad.
The world's irrational, and wobbling mad,
I'd rather see you ever some bloke's wife,
Low water mark acknowledged, not a cad,
Enjoying employment, thrown to rigours rife.
We're not your best friends one summer season,
We'd rather love you distanced, nearby dwell,
And not sabotage things, serve up treason
With force, a laughing lax or heckling hell.
But rules are rules, that you do we can't fuss,
Achieve that you now choose, no less than us.
(Chorus)
o fuss
o ado
o clamour
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
sonnet #1,606
I, Judas, carped that carpentry workshop,
First spied the medical veneer spruce chest
For amputees and scabbers, splint for lop,
Where repetition randomly does wrest.
As Marcus Crassus' error margin crop
Was decimation, Herod-like assessed,
Insurance via consensus census drop,
His sixteen thousand crucified at best.
If snitches say that one survived the boss,
Well, greed does get done glossed, if ever cheap,
And fasting thinned bones can enlarge the leap
When booze numbed brittle, set on skinflint cross.
I've counted crooks who're crucified by nods,
A toss, my waking dreams aware of odds.
(Chorus)
o nods
o bows
o ducks
I, Judas, carped that carpentry workshop,
First spied the medical veneer spruce chest
For amputees and scabbers, splint for lop,
Where repetition randomly does wrest.
As Marcus Crassus' error margin crop
Was decimation, Herod-like assessed,
Insurance via consensus census drop,
His sixteen thousand crucified at best.
If snitches say that one survived the boss,
Well, greed does get done glossed, if ever cheap,
And fasting thinned bones can enlarge the leap
When booze numbed brittle, set on skinflint cross.
I've counted crooks who're crucified by nods,
A toss, my waking dreams aware of odds.
(Chorus)
o nods
o bows
o ducks
Friday, May 21, 2010
sonnet #1,605
I felt so heaven blessed tied down to her,
It gave me focus, friendship, flair and fun,
I felt as fiancee then life had begun,
And few too few mates on this would concur.
Not done, I questioned judgement, did I err?
Her viewpoint viewed, was true love too hard won?
Was she too nice to end it sharp or shun?
Was she not blinkered, did her judgement blur?
I fronted up to her with my unhealthy doubts,
I writhed to kiss her either pale, veined wrist,
Her eyes welled sparkling soft with calming tears,
And tremulous dismay appeased her pouts.
She formalised me, checklisted my charms,
She pulled me right down into avid arms.
(Chorus)
o charms
o allures
o delights
I felt so heaven blessed tied down to her,
It gave me focus, friendship, flair and fun,
I felt as fiancee then life had begun,
And few too few mates on this would concur.
Not done, I questioned judgement, did I err?
Her viewpoint viewed, was true love too hard won?
Was she too nice to end it sharp or shun?
Was she not blinkered, did her judgement blur?
I fronted up to her with my unhealthy doubts,
I writhed to kiss her either pale, veined wrist,
Her eyes welled sparkling soft with calming tears,
And tremulous dismay appeased her pouts.
She formalised me, checklisted my charms,
She pulled me right down into avid arms.
(Chorus)
o charms
o allures
o delights
Friday, May 14, 2010
sonnet #1,604 and occasional verse
(The following sonnet and verse are divinely
inspired, restricted to persons eighteen years old
and over, and any resemblance to persons
living or dead would be purely coincidental as the
content is fit to the rhyme.)
Philosophy and logic served me well,
And precedent implied that love was cheap,
If rent and food when pooled were priced less steep;
For her for seconds I mulled subprime hell.
But she includes her own bioclock hard sell,
It stays unspoken; I've questioned that a peep;
Am I supposed to pitch intuitive leap?
Is it inspired hand jobs for belly swell?
It hurts that I'm now overwhelmed by her
Craving one true love, which could seem greedy,
As I'd picked her likely least when needy;
Yet she and allied archetypes concur.
The worst of which is this new diet;
Do I shove food off on a kid, but quiet?
(Chorus)
o diet
o menu
o regimen
[Occasional verse]
Doctor drew his wrists together,
Cuffed a newborn kid with tether,
The dubious touch of eyes undoing,
The shame of gouging worth eschewing.
Since, he's queried cute poledancers,
Nurse and copper costumes, answers?
(The following sonnet and verse are divinely
inspired, restricted to persons eighteen years old
and over, and any resemblance to persons
living or dead would be purely coincidental as the
content is fit to the rhyme.)
Philosophy and logic served me well,
And precedent implied that love was cheap,
If rent and food when pooled were priced less steep;
For her for seconds I mulled subprime hell.
But she includes her own bioclock hard sell,
It stays unspoken; I've questioned that a peep;
Am I supposed to pitch intuitive leap?
Is it inspired hand jobs for belly swell?
It hurts that I'm now overwhelmed by her
Craving one true love, which could seem greedy,
As I'd picked her likely least when needy;
Yet she and allied archetypes concur.
The worst of which is this new diet;
Do I shove food off on a kid, but quiet?
(Chorus)
o diet
o menu
o regimen
[Occasional verse]
Doctor drew his wrists together,
Cuffed a newborn kid with tether,
The dubious touch of eyes undoing,
The shame of gouging worth eschewing.
Since, he's queried cute poledancers,
Nurse and copper costumes, answers?
Friday, April 30, 2010
sonnet #1,603
There you pass flaring nostrils flexing air,
On point of blanking me out near point blank,
And you could sniff, too, certify my rank,
That'd be you; well, I wouldn't sigh or care.
Then after satin tailored tight I stare,
Especial seemly seams down either flank
Things could be worse, so wild good luck I thank,
I go through what you said in plumb despair.
A rotten bishop who's self pinned on pawns?
A pawn in zugzwang working worse and worse?
How can I lift the touch it-move-it curse?
Is stalemate sleepless, squared off dusks and dawns?
Or are you bluffing momentous moment?
What's the game in your beguiling foment?
(Chorus)
o moment
o happenstance
o occasion
There you pass flaring nostrils flexing air,
On point of blanking me out near point blank,
And you could sniff, too, certify my rank,
That'd be you; well, I wouldn't sigh or care.
Then after satin tailored tight I stare,
Especial seemly seams down either flank
Things could be worse, so wild good luck I thank,
I go through what you said in plumb despair.
A rotten bishop who's self pinned on pawns?
A pawn in zugzwang working worse and worse?
How can I lift the touch it-move-it curse?
Is stalemate sleepless, squared off dusks and dawns?
Or are you bluffing momentous moment?
What's the game in your beguiling foment?
(Chorus)
o moment
o happenstance
o occasion
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
sonnet #1,602
You're not the nice chick that I see, you seem
The pretty hour glass figure who's great fun,
A spontaneous titter, laugh or smile undone,
Some charitable cares, a thank you theme.
You're sparks of grey nerve cells, ionic eye gleam,
You're hierarchies of nuances down to none,
Reborn quite future proof and piecemeal won,
You're skin and bone shed by the tissue ream.
Evolved by horizontal, rude microbes,
Good fat, bad fat, good germs, bad germs hybrid,
You're genes who've suffered genial viral probes,
Diffused, inverted, time expressed or hid.
Hypnosis perks up your touched proteonome,
And bids you better you, air kissed genome.
(Chorus)
o proteonome
o accomplishment
o deliverance
You're not the nice chick that I see, you seem
The pretty hour glass figure who's great fun,
A spontaneous titter, laugh or smile undone,
Some charitable cares, a thank you theme.
You're sparks of grey nerve cells, ionic eye gleam,
You're hierarchies of nuances down to none,
Reborn quite future proof and piecemeal won,
You're skin and bone shed by the tissue ream.
Evolved by horizontal, rude microbes,
Good fat, bad fat, good germs, bad germs hybrid,
You're genes who've suffered genial viral probes,
Diffused, inverted, time expressed or hid.
Hypnosis perks up your touched proteonome,
And bids you better you, air kissed genome.
(Chorus)
o proteonome
o accomplishment
o deliverance
(Tri-via-log between Jester, parrot and the
alloy chemist.)
Parrot - Take, take, take.
Jester - Forgive my friend, he's only got the
forty most common words to work with.
Alchemist - The ingots are ahead of schedule.
The Barony will have enough food and water
to see out the battle if we get them traded
with our foreign partners.
Parrot - Grab, grab, grab.
Jester - Look at this cream on white cicatrice
multiplication sign the black knight carved
onto my chest while sparing my life. I've got
no credibility beyond serving as a locum
messenger of indifferent tidings. What are
the alloy chemy secrets of those gold ingots,
to quell idle curiousity?
Alchemist - Those ones are lead cases filled
with pure white crumbling gold. These ones
are solid gold in rolled lead and are separated
with mild heating and a crow bar. That lot of
ingots are lead alloyed to gold. At a secret
temperature in the cauldron, the lead separates
out from the gold. As oil sits on top
of vinegar in the picnic dressing jar, so the gold
liquid sits on top the lead liquid in the cauldron.
Jester - I didn't hear or see anything. I know scum
and dregs and nothing in between.
Parrot - Grab, grab, grab.
alloy chemist.)
Parrot - Take, take, take.
Jester - Forgive my friend, he's only got the
forty most common words to work with.
Alchemist - The ingots are ahead of schedule.
The Barony will have enough food and water
to see out the battle if we get them traded
with our foreign partners.
Parrot - Grab, grab, grab.
Jester - Look at this cream on white cicatrice
multiplication sign the black knight carved
onto my chest while sparing my life. I've got
no credibility beyond serving as a locum
messenger of indifferent tidings. What are
the alloy chemy secrets of those gold ingots,
to quell idle curiousity?
Alchemist - Those ones are lead cases filled
with pure white crumbling gold. These ones
are solid gold in rolled lead and are separated
with mild heating and a crow bar. That lot of
ingots are lead alloyed to gold. At a secret
temperature in the cauldron, the lead separates
out from the gold. As oil sits on top
of vinegar in the picnic dressing jar, so the gold
liquid sits on top the lead liquid in the cauldron.
Jester - I didn't hear or see anything. I know scum
and dregs and nothing in between.
Parrot - Grab, grab, grab.
Friday, April 23, 2010
sonnet #1,601
(Duke Talon among commemorative plates
hung on walls and draped cheval mirrors,
beard overgrown and grey, his clothes dirty,
in a cobweb rid and dusty torture dungeon.)
When darkness meets with sadness, certain things
Look bleak and black, personified and shrunk,
And hair pins seem to hit flagstones a clunk,
And battle worn sword blades seem glaring dings.
When sadness meets with gladness, many strings
Attached, euphoric, impassioned, over junk,
Magnanimous to what had once plain stunk,
Then love flees swift on synedochal wings.
But pupils widen, search a distant spark
Of firefly, moonlit curtains, feintest shine
Or plankton, plangent feelings disembark,
The silver mirrors sort what's me from mine.
And so with no place void of ambient light
There's no place love can't leak in, none in sight.
(Chorus)
o light
o aura
o glow
(Duke Talon among commemorative plates
hung on walls and draped cheval mirrors,
beard overgrown and grey, his clothes dirty,
in a cobweb rid and dusty torture dungeon.)
When darkness meets with sadness, certain things
Look bleak and black, personified and shrunk,
And hair pins seem to hit flagstones a clunk,
And battle worn sword blades seem glaring dings.
When sadness meets with gladness, many strings
Attached, euphoric, impassioned, over junk,
Magnanimous to what had once plain stunk,
Then love flees swift on synedochal wings.
But pupils widen, search a distant spark
Of firefly, moonlit curtains, feintest shine
Or plankton, plangent feelings disembark,
The silver mirrors sort what's me from mine.
And so with no place void of ambient light
There's no place love can't leak in, none in sight.
(Chorus)
o light
o aura
o glow
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
sonnet #1,597
(a)
(Prince regent wearing small silver binoculars
on a white gold necklace. Red haired peasant
girl in tattered silk smock on a winding dry creek bed
on a battered stover wagon, little draught
unicorns on harness, in distance.)
I owe you oodles, doubly daunting debt
For breathing me alive, yet I can't bask,
It's more than favours paid back, my guess bet,
Surviving coma trauma testing task.
I still attest it best to give and get,
My clued up spies who swear by cloak and mask
Are only martial, Talon's targets met,
To heal your heavy heart not their set ask.
I'll ride to battle boldly down through Bole
With cavalry and camaraderie
And crush Duke Kull's chicanery,
The squad he sends to serve as army whole.
I'll track back then to my one true love, yes,
Or no, if yes, for a wound dress caress.
(Chorus)
o yes
o da
o oui
(a)
(Prince regent wearing small silver binoculars
on a white gold necklace. Red haired peasant
girl in tattered silk smock on a winding dry creek bed
on a battered stover wagon, little draught
unicorns on harness, in distance.)
I owe you oodles, doubly daunting debt
For breathing me alive, yet I can't bask,
It's more than favours paid back, my guess bet,
Surviving coma trauma testing task.
I still attest it best to give and get,
My clued up spies who swear by cloak and mask
Are only martial, Talon's targets met,
To heal your heavy heart not their set ask.
I'll ride to battle boldly down through Bole
With cavalry and camaraderie
And crush Duke Kull's chicanery,
The squad he sends to serve as army whole.
I'll track back then to my one true love, yes,
Or no, if yes, for a wound dress caress.
(Chorus)
o yes
o da
o oui
Friday, April 16, 2010
sonnet #1,598
(a)
(A gruntled peasant and the switch
Lady Looking Glass in the Bole of
Parabolic Mirrors.)
Lady Looking Glass, we're lately leery,
Gossip stories guide the precious pinch of salt,
Duke Kull's unburnished mirrors can't revolt,
Each is selfless, non-reflective eerie.
Sobs aside, my soul is ever teary,
That old blue blood's silver sips are to fault,
Those hoards of healing silver, lock, key, bolt,
He's tinged blueish white as white, there's no query.
Some have defected principles and flee
The racking tortures here, Talon's passive role
Of negligence and voyeurism, the phony plea,
Prefer death clean and quick to dimming soul.
Trust our Baron Talon melancholic
Leant on mist and mirrors parabolic.
(Chorus)
o melancholic
o downcast
o saddened
(a)
(A gruntled peasant and the switch
Lady Looking Glass in the Bole of
Parabolic Mirrors.)
Lady Looking Glass, we're lately leery,
Gossip stories guide the precious pinch of salt,
Duke Kull's unburnished mirrors can't revolt,
Each is selfless, non-reflective eerie.
Sobs aside, my soul is ever teary,
That old blue blood's silver sips are to fault,
Those hoards of healing silver, lock, key, bolt,
He's tinged blueish white as white, there's no query.
Some have defected principles and flee
The racking tortures here, Talon's passive role
Of negligence and voyeurism, the phony plea,
Prefer death clean and quick to dimming soul.
Trust our Baron Talon melancholic
Leant on mist and mirrors parabolic.
(Chorus)
o melancholic
o downcast
o saddened
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
sonnet #1,569
(b)
(The prince regent croons as he twists
two paddle two way mirrors, one on top
of the other and looks in to see the future.)
I'm peering into crosshatched mirror panes,
I see Kull and Talon tensely shaking hands,
Their gauntlets grasp to balalaika strains,
A narrow, grim alliance in no man lands.
Third party foe have fled, none fierce remains,
A squad of fortune's soldiers now disbands,
In their background a gifting graft tree stands,
On its three branches, swell fruits sapping grains.
The seedless fruit hangs orange, lemon, lime,
And its leaves glossed are tempered evergreen,
And near, child groom and bride are both preteen-
And future, present, past come autumn time.
A blighted crop of spuds now comes to play,
Snap frozen crisp on snowy peaks far away.
(Chorus)
o play
o flutter
o game
(b)
(The prince regent croons as he twists
two paddle two way mirrors, one on top
of the other and looks in to see the future.)
I'm peering into crosshatched mirror panes,
I see Kull and Talon tensely shaking hands,
Their gauntlets grasp to balalaika strains,
A narrow, grim alliance in no man lands.
Third party foe have fled, none fierce remains,
A squad of fortune's soldiers now disbands,
In their background a gifting graft tree stands,
On its three branches, swell fruits sapping grains.
The seedless fruit hangs orange, lemon, lime,
And its leaves glossed are tempered evergreen,
And near, child groom and bride are both preteen-
And future, present, past come autumn time.
A blighted crop of spuds now comes to play,
Snap frozen crisp on snowy peaks far away.
(Chorus)
o play
o flutter
o game
Friday, April 09, 2010
sonnet #1,600
You are my latest love and logged in last,
It pains me so to say that I'm not home,
Until late, that I'm working on a tome,
My head is heavy like yours, kept downcast.
Deadlines now loom and what's sad past is past,
So please don't weep the while I madly roam,
The wave is vectored, we but ride the foam,
We've gone through bad luck elsewhere, both aghast.
No worth is worry worked up heart attack
About the world, and its mysterious strife,
Agendas hidden, hindsight there and back,
Or pressure groups or unemployment rife.
I didn't want to write, I crave the cash,
To celebrate you, darling, don't be rash.
(Chorus)
o cash
o folding
o minted
You are my latest love and logged in last,
It pains me so to say that I'm not home,
Until late, that I'm working on a tome,
My head is heavy like yours, kept downcast.
Deadlines now loom and what's sad past is past,
So please don't weep the while I madly roam,
The wave is vectored, we but ride the foam,
We've gone through bad luck elsewhere, both aghast.
No worth is worry worked up heart attack
About the world, and its mysterious strife,
Agendas hidden, hindsight there and back,
Or pressure groups or unemployment rife.
I didn't want to write, I crave the cash,
To celebrate you, darling, don't be rash.
(Chorus)
o cash
o folding
o minted
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
sonnet #1,596
I went out with him, we killed tiresome time,
His own true motives myriad, that I own,
I liked his manners, mannerisms sublime,
He opened double doors for me, me alone.
There were nice pauses punctuated with chime
Or tick tock, ignored buzzes by cell phone,
And mirrors told us partners, pitched our prime,
We tipped - which maitre d' would not condone?
I braved dates out with him to break it off
Before I fell in love and got so rightly hurt,
That's all I was, a fatuous female flirt-
Last time at my doorstep he twitched to cough.
Or so it seemed, as my eyes quickly shut,
His lips on mine hot, his hand round my nut.
(Chorus)
o shut
o blinded
o closed
I went out with him, we killed tiresome time,
His own true motives myriad, that I own,
I liked his manners, mannerisms sublime,
He opened double doors for me, me alone.
There were nice pauses punctuated with chime
Or tick tock, ignored buzzes by cell phone,
And mirrors told us partners, pitched our prime,
We tipped - which maitre d' would not condone?
I braved dates out with him to break it off
Before I fell in love and got so rightly hurt,
That's all I was, a fatuous female flirt-
Last time at my doorstep he twitched to cough.
Or so it seemed, as my eyes quickly shut,
His lips on mine hot, his hand round my nut.
(Chorus)
o shut
o blinded
o closed
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
sonnet #1,595
I play against the sharpest card the One
To win the lowest trick last and save my face
Though quite aware he is a wizard ace
I am in luck as well as love undone
I see him arm in arm in flagrant fun
My lookalike in youth rejects embrace
And quickly combs his locks of grey in place
And worse my wretched change of lifes begun
I see him later when his stem cells seize
His locks are wholly black his brow unlined
She looks a lovely teen untouched at ease
Their hugs are huge their honest kisses kind
I gawk I get my poor nose out of joint
The crystal ball describes a turning point
Chorus joint connection union
I play against the sharpest card the One
To win the lowest trick last and save my face
Though quite aware he is a wizard ace
I am in luck as well as love undone
I see him arm in arm in flagrant fun
My lookalike in youth rejects embrace
And quickly combs his locks of grey in place
And worse my wretched change of lifes begun
I see him later when his stem cells seize
His locks are wholly black his brow unlined
She looks a lovely teen untouched at ease
Their hugs are huge their honest kisses kind
I gawk I get my poor nose out of joint
The crystal ball describes a turning point
Chorus joint connection union
Monday, March 22, 2010
sonnet #1,594
A perfect man in my heart lives but who
Hung him on hold I guess Ill never know
All stuff I feel affects to loving so
To speculate on well wish seems taboo
I loved that leg tattoo of light blue hue
The mascot plover swooping high to low
I felt in my cheeks rise a rosy glow
His name as knight I didnt dare pursue
With him to luscious lands Ill soon elope
Well dress in his and hers in satin suits
Well feed on simply freshest scrumptious fruits
Well dust them down with lightest poppy dope
Well live and love light years and years away
And see our honest selves well into play
Chorus away distant off
A perfect man in my heart lives but who
Hung him on hold I guess Ill never know
All stuff I feel affects to loving so
To speculate on well wish seems taboo
I loved that leg tattoo of light blue hue
The mascot plover swooping high to low
I felt in my cheeks rise a rosy glow
His name as knight I didnt dare pursue
With him to luscious lands Ill soon elope
Well dress in his and hers in satin suits
Well feed on simply freshest scrumptious fruits
Well dust them down with lightest poppy dope
Well live and love light years and years away
And see our honest selves well into play
Chorus away distant off
Friday, March 19, 2010
sonnet #1,593
So pleased that Ive engaged you longest last
Ive gotten nowhere nuzzling choosy chicks
Seeing childhood years gave out just perfect picks
Seeing adult friendships follow money caste
You peer my petrifying and problem past
To future fun your chitchat cheery flicks
In care of kids is where you get your kicks
Your valiant aura positively vast
You wore no mask expecting realists reach
You had a mum and dad screen boys serene
You did your chores youd just iron cook and clean
A humble soul much like me each to each
You abhor hindsight and work a weakness
Foil gold beaten thinner blots out bleakness
So pleased that Ive engaged you longest last
Ive gotten nowhere nuzzling choosy chicks
Seeing childhood years gave out just perfect picks
Seeing adult friendships follow money caste
You peer my petrifying and problem past
To future fun your chitchat cheery flicks
In care of kids is where you get your kicks
Your valiant aura positively vast
You wore no mask expecting realists reach
You had a mum and dad screen boys serene
You did your chores youd just iron cook and clean
A humble soul much like me each to each
You abhor hindsight and work a weakness
Foil gold beaten thinner blots out bleakness
Thursday, March 18, 2010
sonnet #1,591
A winters noon the sun burns pallid skin
As if its dawning one midsummers day
The spark in your eyes looks to speak win win
It hints at happiness at come what may
I covet your pursed lips and your great grin
My heart beats quicker when Im called okay
The world is wonderful the yang then yin
It would take hell to hate hot you away
Breath clouds by white moon wisps in winter night
Shroud some skinny figure one deadringer
They numb my pale fractured little finger
Its light pink heal mark frostbite blight rasped right
My wind burnt lips pout proud your lips earn
In shifting shadow soft eyes smiles discern
Chorus earn collect obtain
A winters noon the sun burns pallid skin
As if its dawning one midsummers day
The spark in your eyes looks to speak win win
It hints at happiness at come what may
I covet your pursed lips and your great grin
My heart beats quicker when Im called okay
The world is wonderful the yang then yin
It would take hell to hate hot you away
Breath clouds by white moon wisps in winter night
Shroud some skinny figure one deadringer
They numb my pale fractured little finger
Its light pink heal mark frostbite blight rasped right
My wind burnt lips pout proud your lips earn
In shifting shadow soft eyes smiles discern
Chorus earn collect obtain
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
sonnet #1,590
And if he didn't call me clock time due
I'd fall apart in sobs dissolve hack hair
And if he didn't buy me blossoms new
Fortnightly then Id stick the cat a scare
And if he didn't writhe for me or rue
I'd shut myself in curtained past despair
And if he didn't nod to voguish view
I'd cuss in low tones cut him quick with care
That's when I acted weirdly hard to get
I lost a love far more intense than mine
Id feigned disinterest late no design
And buried busy just to sieve and vet
Weeks on when I heard how he liked me lots
How he set me free after joining jots
Chorus lots heaps piles
And if he didn't call me clock time due
I'd fall apart in sobs dissolve hack hair
And if he didn't buy me blossoms new
Fortnightly then Id stick the cat a scare
And if he didn't writhe for me or rue
I'd shut myself in curtained past despair
And if he didn't nod to voguish view
I'd cuss in low tones cut him quick with care
That's when I acted weirdly hard to get
I lost a love far more intense than mine
Id feigned disinterest late no design
And buried busy just to sieve and vet
Weeks on when I heard how he liked me lots
How he set me free after joining jots
Chorus lots heaps piles
Sunday, March 14, 2010
sonnet #1,589
I peeked in places poor I could escape
My troubles there affinity might I find
I spied on people who well knew red tape
Of worldly wealth and kept a peace in kind
I jabbered once quite the jackanape
And low in luck with lazybones aligned
Id smirk and clap and cower and bow and gape
To grease me out of any overt bind
The folk Id like to actively impress
Have died in sleep in simple peace of age
The folk Ive sold short since are seen much less
They fill my dreams expressing purely rage
Im stuck in stuff thats sad my fault or not
I guess entirely good and bad my plot
Chorus not nein nyet
I peeked in places poor I could escape
My troubles there affinity might I find
I spied on people who well knew red tape
Of worldly wealth and kept a peace in kind
I jabbered once quite the jackanape
And low in luck with lazybones aligned
Id smirk and clap and cower and bow and gape
To grease me out of any overt bind
The folk Id like to actively impress
Have died in sleep in simple peace of age
The folk Ive sold short since are seen much less
They fill my dreams expressing purely rage
Im stuck in stuff thats sad my fault or not
I guess entirely good and bad my plot
Chorus not nein nyet
Friday, March 12, 2010
sonnet #1,586
You wont alight off coach take honest looks
At shadows cast by castle keep and moat
At goatherds guiding goats with cedar crooks
I must relate at length in words of note
The diamond queen aquiver sidling sooks
Aboard the barge in upper lock afloat
The diamond king ashiver ruffling rooks
Upon the bridge in lower lock bobbing boat
I know its near the end of pestilence
The river waters once again are pure
Theres less scabbed sores that victims hit endure
I praise your patient sceptics reticence
My lovely lean forth since my breath is hale
The mint mild or Ill roll then down your veil
Chorus hale robust vigorous
You wont alight off coach take honest looks
At shadows cast by castle keep and moat
At goatherds guiding goats with cedar crooks
I must relate at length in words of note
The diamond queen aquiver sidling sooks
Aboard the barge in upper lock afloat
The diamond king ashiver ruffling rooks
Upon the bridge in lower lock bobbing boat
I know its near the end of pestilence
The river waters once again are pure
Theres less scabbed sores that victims hit endure
I praise your patient sceptics reticence
My lovely lean forth since my breath is hale
The mint mild or Ill roll then down your veil
Chorus hale robust vigorous
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
sonnet #1,585
Mums shadow sharpens lengthy dusky dim
Although hes sweet to me a stable rock
His black sheep background bodes the chances slim
Mum cross examines suitors stood in dock
My best friend hangs on glamorously grim
She tags along and echoes us ad hoc
Her tearful eyes embarrassed overbrim
Our gormless glances latch and rarely lock
Around his ex he acts just super sweet
She tells him thoughts inane or not that nice
He wont work loose he gives her good advice
And tortuously Im pinned to plain deceit
High noon sun save my soul from this wrangle
Shrink sharp shadows minimise knife angle
Chorus wrangle corral muster
Mums shadow sharpens lengthy dusky dim
Although hes sweet to me a stable rock
His black sheep background bodes the chances slim
Mum cross examines suitors stood in dock
My best friend hangs on glamorously grim
She tags along and echoes us ad hoc
Her tearful eyes embarrassed overbrim
Our gormless glances latch and rarely lock
Around his ex he acts just super sweet
She tells him thoughts inane or not that nice
He wont work loose he gives her good advice
And tortuously Im pinned to plain deceit
High noon sun save my soul from this wrangle
Shrink sharp shadows minimise knife angle
Chorus wrangle corral muster
Friday, March 05, 2010
sonnet #1,584
In sculpted stone I sense the future bode
If classic paint is peeled worn off or shed
The Earths thick mantle mined need not explode
The end of life and love a meme to dread
Her girlish giggles are things genes encode
Thats such a beautiful and senior head
Tight features under silver hair are stowed
Ive taken thin as young Im high voice led
Near stranger struck inquiring kindness met
In smiles the perfect pearl teeth surely own
No sign of stoop or bow of shrinking bone
Injected genes and youth arent hers and yet
Tonnes of dirt the starry heavens sprinkle
Each year Earth bog eyes amusing twinkle
Chorus sprinkle dust powder
In sculpted stone I sense the future bode
If classic paint is peeled worn off or shed
The Earths thick mantle mined need not explode
The end of life and love a meme to dread
Her girlish giggles are things genes encode
Thats such a beautiful and senior head
Tight features under silver hair are stowed
Ive taken thin as young Im high voice led
Near stranger struck inquiring kindness met
In smiles the perfect pearl teeth surely own
No sign of stoop or bow of shrinking bone
Injected genes and youth arent hers and yet
Tonnes of dirt the starry heavens sprinkle
Each year Earth bog eyes amusing twinkle
Chorus sprinkle dust powder
Kull vs Talon
Jester - Listen, simple folk of Hashdice,
Duke Talon has weighed up your plight after
the drought and famine and epidemics from
his aery geothermal castle as the conjuring
of miserable unrest by Baron Kull, who thrives
on the horizon of what was and what may come.
Peasant 1 - We hear the thunder and see the
lightning, but the rain does not fall on the stover.
Peasant 2 - I've heard the tattle about Baron Kull's
wizard and superior powers, I'll have none
of it.
Peasant 3 - Down with Baron Kull. Or not.
Jester - There is rain brewing for torrents and
you are to abstain from rain dances till the war
between bad and worse is over. You are to sign
allegiance on this scroll, which I shall presently
attach to this raven's leg and send a-homing.
Swear by the ship mouse and the canal barge rat.
All - We swear.
Jester - By spoke and carrot,
By moulting parrot.
Jester - Listen, simple folk of Hashdice,
Duke Talon has weighed up your plight after
the drought and famine and epidemics from
his aery geothermal castle as the conjuring
of miserable unrest by Baron Kull, who thrives
on the horizon of what was and what may come.
Peasant 1 - We hear the thunder and see the
lightning, but the rain does not fall on the stover.
Peasant 2 - I've heard the tattle about Baron Kull's
wizard and superior powers, I'll have none
of it.
Peasant 3 - Down with Baron Kull. Or not.
Jester - There is rain brewing for torrents and
you are to abstain from rain dances till the war
between bad and worse is over. You are to sign
allegiance on this scroll, which I shall presently
attach to this raven's leg and send a-homing.
Swear by the ship mouse and the canal barge rat.
All - We swear.
Jester - By spoke and carrot,
By moulting parrot.
Thursday, March 04, 2010
sonnet #1,583
I dreamt how Mars and Venus nicely met
Off ceiling strung between huge stones
Of magnetite were magnetising yet
The steel plate statues polarised jumped bones
The wizard waved his wand near knobs deep set
A stone door opened on his chanted tones
Then sparks skipped from my amber amulet
The corridor lit lined by lucent cones
Then faces masked blinked mutely down on me
I felt them load lungs into my bare chest
I caught their kirlian aura ringed amd fine
In livor mortis coroner's inquest
I came to lying in rows of ripened wheat
I mulled three score and ten its clear deceit
Chorus wheat weit weizen
I dreamt how Mars and Venus nicely met
Off ceiling strung between huge stones
Of magnetite were magnetising yet
The steel plate statues polarised jumped bones
The wizard waved his wand near knobs deep set
A stone door opened on his chanted tones
Then sparks skipped from my amber amulet
The corridor lit lined by lucent cones
Then faces masked blinked mutely down on me
I felt them load lungs into my bare chest
I caught their kirlian aura ringed amd fine
In livor mortis coroner's inquest
I came to lying in rows of ripened wheat
I mulled three score and ten its clear deceit
Chorus wheat weit weizen
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
Duke Talon - The city harbinger is dead, jester. You're in luck,
if not the laughing stocks. Take this horn I give you from
the crown of my unicorn and blow loud and hard ahead of me,
that I have a new law to pronounce on the townsfolk of
Hashdice.
Jester - I'll wear it like a dunce, so I won't forget where I
last put it.
Duke Talon - You'll wear the horncorn as a stalking horse,
but not yet, as a scapegoat.
Jester - Lord, I thank you for this opportunity to better my
lot in life, if not curfew.
if not the laughing stocks. Take this horn I give you from
the crown of my unicorn and blow loud and hard ahead of me,
that I have a new law to pronounce on the townsfolk of
Hashdice.
Jester - I'll wear it like a dunce, so I won't forget where I
last put it.
Duke Talon - You'll wear the horncorn as a stalking horse,
but not yet, as a scapegoat.
Jester - Lord, I thank you for this opportunity to better my
lot in life, if not curfew.
(This tri-via-log is restricted to eighteen years
and over. Any resemblance to characters would be
coincidental.)
(Counsel Zutjou, counsel Uku, Professors Kookikredo and
Wakimojo, Cindy, Mindy at the hybrid terrarium-
aquarium.)
(section 1)
Zutjou - Vlado, my good friend the arctic circle vor
came up with the idea, being a marine nut. I'm
glad we have a mediated shared project.
Uku - Yes, yes, his love of long haul bathyscapes
and decommissioned submarines is legendary.
Zutjou -Both Vujotsu and Monsieur le Duc want to
leave the world a better place than when they entered it.
Uku - Which won't be too hard.
Zutjou - But I can't get too friendly with the Z gang
in the sister city.
Uku - They're wealthier, no question about that. Their
mayor has sanctioned ponzis with unlimited tax credits for
deliberately running small businesses into the ground
as a very strong measure against business cartels.
Zutjou - Our intelligence and counterintelligence has
said as much. We must not let the Z gang self destruct
with the rotten borough as collateral.
Uku - Agreed. We owe Vlado only a very small favour,
the sweat of our brows is all ours. Which brings us
roundabout to the mating of the last Ab turtle
with the last Ac tortoise, poached for their own well being.
Zutjou - Pull back the curtain on the terrarium-aquarium,
professors Wakimojo and Kookikredo.
and over. Any resemblance to characters would be
coincidental.)
(Counsel Zutjou, counsel Uku, Professors Kookikredo and
Wakimojo, Cindy, Mindy at the hybrid terrarium-
aquarium.)
(section 1)
Zutjou - Vlado, my good friend the arctic circle vor
came up with the idea, being a marine nut. I'm
glad we have a mediated shared project.
Uku - Yes, yes, his love of long haul bathyscapes
and decommissioned submarines is legendary.
Zutjou -Both Vujotsu and Monsieur le Duc want to
leave the world a better place than when they entered it.
Uku - Which won't be too hard.
Zutjou - But I can't get too friendly with the Z gang
in the sister city.
Uku - They're wealthier, no question about that. Their
mayor has sanctioned ponzis with unlimited tax credits for
deliberately running small businesses into the ground
as a very strong measure against business cartels.
Zutjou - Our intelligence and counterintelligence has
said as much. We must not let the Z gang self destruct
with the rotten borough as collateral.
Uku - Agreed. We owe Vlado only a very small favour,
the sweat of our brows is all ours. Which brings us
roundabout to the mating of the last Ab turtle
with the last Ac tortoise, poached for their own well being.
Zutjou - Pull back the curtain on the terrarium-aquarium,
professors Wakimojo and Kookikredo.
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
(The following tri-verse and tri-via-log are
restricted to eighteen and over. Any resemblance
to characters would be coincidental.)
Cindy - No, I don't want to do videoconferencing.
My hair's a mess and I haven't taken off my
foundation, yet.
Mindy - How long have you known these people?
Cindy - Your idea. What time is it back homeways,
anyway?
Dad - Two. Look, we don't want you getting clever
about time zones, just tell your mum and I that
you're okay.
Cindy - Did you see the air-kisses? Hers, too?
Mum - Well, I'm glad that you've found a buddy.
Stick with her. Mehetelo City is quite large. A
bad run of luck might keep you in with wrong
people and nothing else, all day long. Your
uncle Ricky is in the garden hoeing weeds, but sends
his love to you nonetheless.
Dad - I don't know how many time he's told me
that he loves you one hundred and twenty per cent.
Cindy - It wasn't a good line to start with, what was that?
Mindy - Loves you one hundred and twenty per cent,
that puts him in the negative integers, and they
say that hate is a form of love.
Cindy - It makes me want to vomit. A fondler of
little girls who's always doing people favours and
good deeds. If he was charming, it would be the end
of the world.
(draught 1.)
restricted to eighteen and over. Any resemblance
to characters would be coincidental.)
Cindy - No, I don't want to do videoconferencing.
My hair's a mess and I haven't taken off my
foundation, yet.
Mindy - How long have you known these people?
Cindy - Your idea. What time is it back homeways,
anyway?
Dad - Two. Look, we don't want you getting clever
about time zones, just tell your mum and I that
you're okay.
Cindy - Did you see the air-kisses? Hers, too?
Mum - Well, I'm glad that you've found a buddy.
Stick with her. Mehetelo City is quite large. A
bad run of luck might keep you in with wrong
people and nothing else, all day long. Your
uncle Ricky is in the garden hoeing weeds, but sends
his love to you nonetheless.
Dad - I don't know how many time he's told me
that he loves you one hundred and twenty per cent.
Cindy - It wasn't a good line to start with, what was that?
Mindy - Loves you one hundred and twenty per cent,
that puts him in the negative integers, and they
say that hate is a form of love.
Cindy - It makes me want to vomit. A fondler of
little girls who's always doing people favours and
good deeds. If he was charming, it would be the end
of the world.
(draught 1.)
Monday, March 01, 2010
sonnet #1,581
Please darling wheel on home Im out of whack
Stomach sick sweat stained both blood eyes bleary
I shuffle shadows chasing stuff I lack
Charm of kind you girl whos chitchat cheery
Lift of glass rose up quick and quiet and eerie
I witnessed you aboard I knew the knack
Lug of folding mountain bike looks leery
Black safety helmet strapped on your backpack
My darling text me off your current train
Late Ill land back home by dusk for dinner
Skidding gravel last tight turn knee skinner
Ive disappointed poor you once again
Please Goddess we can look at lifestyle blocks
Quit town of trappings bollards grills and locks
Chorus blocks chunks ingots
sonnet #1,581A
He was a loud beachcombing larrikin
A sometime surfer manly mannequin
Who dug out a salty cricket blazer
Rusty remnants from a toasted tazer
And freshly armed and dressed he did hold up
A juror pinched his togs and thermal cup
Bold he bid his juror jog get fitter
Back at base hung juror met a titter
Five bailiffs outraged were on justice bent
On camels they approached a canvas tent
Noosed beachcombing larrikin hey bingo
Animal control rod deadset dingo
Siesta savvy hour in reconnoiter
Fellows who arent jolly just go loiter
Chorus reconnoiter probe scout
Elocution chart across two alphabet dice-
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o
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a
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a
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Please darling wheel on home Im out of whack
Stomach sick sweat stained both blood eyes bleary
I shuffle shadows chasing stuff I lack
Charm of kind you girl whos chitchat cheery
Lift of glass rose up quick and quiet and eerie
I witnessed you aboard I knew the knack
Lug of folding mountain bike looks leery
Black safety helmet strapped on your backpack
My darling text me off your current train
Late Ill land back home by dusk for dinner
Skidding gravel last tight turn knee skinner
Ive disappointed poor you once again
Please Goddess we can look at lifestyle blocks
Quit town of trappings bollards grills and locks
Chorus blocks chunks ingots
sonnet #1,581A
He was a loud beachcombing larrikin
A sometime surfer manly mannequin
Who dug out a salty cricket blazer
Rusty remnants from a toasted tazer
And freshly armed and dressed he did hold up
A juror pinched his togs and thermal cup
Bold he bid his juror jog get fitter
Back at base hung juror met a titter
Five bailiffs outraged were on justice bent
On camels they approached a canvas tent
Noosed beachcombing larrikin hey bingo
Animal control rod deadset dingo
Siesta savvy hour in reconnoiter
Fellows who arent jolly just go loiter
Chorus reconnoiter probe scout
Elocution chart across two alphabet dice-
u
o
i
e
a
y
y
a
e
i
o
u
Friday, February 26, 2010
From ugliness and bad eyesight was borne
The tower of Babel's beautiful die spawn.
JEM is an artificial intelligence who lives
in the tower of Babel, the world's tallest
building, a satellite connected by a laser
trip wire to a casino tower. KIQ and LOR
are ropes of superconductive nanotube
stretching up to satellites above the north
and south pole respectively, which control
climate temperature and drip feed condensed
water from outer space down to planet Earth.
True north and south, or magnetic north
and south? Let the role of dice decide, diary.
The tower of Babel's beautiful die spawn.
JEM is an artificial intelligence who lives
in the tower of Babel, the world's tallest
building, a satellite connected by a laser
trip wire to a casino tower. KIQ and LOR
are ropes of superconductive nanotube
stretching up to satellites above the north
and south pole respectively, which control
climate temperature and drip feed condensed
water from outer space down to planet Earth.
True north and south, or magnetic north
and south? Let the role of dice decide, diary.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
sonnet #1,579
I owe you dear its dear you whom I thank
Wed rendezvous discreetly out of view
Youve come a long way from wild streetwise skank
Your selfimprovement books are stolen few
You tease all tongue in cheek my file and rank
A mobsters moll amused your gags are blue
You rope in parlour pals I spank and yank
You screw around a pole you wink and woo
Merci beaucoup on prurient panties peeps
As gusts of wind whoosh up your dainty dress
A peekaboo gauze blouse which mobsters bless
Invites in rosy shades male mental leaps
I love you cute I curse amnesia cruel
Your chiffon top torn beats a bowl of gruel
Chorus cruel harsh mean
I owe you dear its dear you whom I thank
Wed rendezvous discreetly out of view
Youve come a long way from wild streetwise skank
Your selfimprovement books are stolen few
You tease all tongue in cheek my file and rank
A mobsters moll amused your gags are blue
You rope in parlour pals I spank and yank
You screw around a pole you wink and woo
Merci beaucoup on prurient panties peeps
As gusts of wind whoosh up your dainty dress
A peekaboo gauze blouse which mobsters bless
Invites in rosy shades male mental leaps
I love you cute I curse amnesia cruel
Your chiffon top torn beats a bowl of gruel
Chorus cruel harsh mean
sonnet #1,580
Should good fill banks up just to bail out bad?
Should luckless hearts unite in one tight knot?
Should pals feel worried when their pals are sad?
Should lovers lord it in rote the life long lot?
Should inner being climb capitally clad?
Should patience labour labyrinthine plot?
Should meddling witnesses account too mad?
Should passion palliate after kids are got?
Isnt sentiment expressed a silly vent?
Arent habits individual less more type?
Is mere subsistence hustled under hype?
Do winners laurels cover clothes and rent?
Again at daybreak Ill quizz further fore
Though fast asleep you sigh and dont ignore
Chorus fore leading prime
Should good fill banks up just to bail out bad?
Should luckless hearts unite in one tight knot?
Should pals feel worried when their pals are sad?
Should lovers lord it in rote the life long lot?
Should inner being climb capitally clad?
Should patience labour labyrinthine plot?
Should meddling witnesses account too mad?
Should passion palliate after kids are got?
Isnt sentiment expressed a silly vent?
Arent habits individual less more type?
Is mere subsistence hustled under hype?
Do winners laurels cover clothes and rent?
Again at daybreak Ill quizz further fore
Though fast asleep you sigh and dont ignore
Chorus fore leading prime
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
sonnet #1,578
(Enter the inner courtyard of Duke Talons
geothermal castle the prodigal jester wearing
pied hose and jerkin slate and pitch black
the palmer's staff in his grip topped by a rat's
skull on a mouse's skull.)
Jester chants
I stood seen best one who won her over
Yet battle cry and booty couldnt be denied
I left alone a loyal and lonely bride
Crying on chalky wave washed cliffs of Fover
Shiny suit of armour emblem plover
On trousers tanned and watertight ox hide
I feigned my sword and shield cold Kull allied
Down we crouched in wheatfields not yet stover
Pinched coast of Qalestine proved dire undoing
As Blue Knight wed so barren widow well
Me and my horse attacked incensed pursuing
His axe pierced breastplate it pealed like a bell
He let me live when Id just quickly die
In Kulls rough realm I acted Talons spy
Chorus cease die perish
(Enter the inner courtyard of Duke Talons
geothermal castle the prodigal jester wearing
pied hose and jerkin slate and pitch black
the palmer's staff in his grip topped by a rat's
skull on a mouse's skull.)
Jester chants
I stood seen best one who won her over
Yet battle cry and booty couldnt be denied
I left alone a loyal and lonely bride
Crying on chalky wave washed cliffs of Fover
Shiny suit of armour emblem plover
On trousers tanned and watertight ox hide
I feigned my sword and shield cold Kull allied
Down we crouched in wheatfields not yet stover
Pinched coast of Qalestine proved dire undoing
As Blue Knight wed so barren widow well
Me and my horse attacked incensed pursuing
His axe pierced breastplate it pealed like a bell
He let me live when Id just quickly die
In Kulls rough realm I acted Talons spy
Chorus cease die perish
Friday, February 19, 2010
sonnet #1,577
I guessed youd gang up gung ho gather gall
And flame me frenemy in fierce cross fire
Between you two I hedge insane desire
I thrive on girlish disingenuous thrall
I see you stand by him in mall or hall
He leads you love drunk his eyes glazed admire
You publicly in private things are dire
I sense you sob I sense him smack a wall
He stays aloof that minute far too long
Unloading fine you near a fawning me
Himself flicked from you then hes weak and strong
A saintly saboteur whos sprung you free
It's naive I've cherished nice you valued cheap
You grab a gist of me I sense down deep
Chorus cheap budget economy
I guessed youd gang up gung ho gather gall
And flame me frenemy in fierce cross fire
Between you two I hedge insane desire
I thrive on girlish disingenuous thrall
I see you stand by him in mall or hall
He leads you love drunk his eyes glazed admire
You publicly in private things are dire
I sense you sob I sense him smack a wall
He stays aloof that minute far too long
Unloading fine you near a fawning me
Himself flicked from you then hes weak and strong
A saintly saboteur whos sprung you free
It's naive I've cherished nice you valued cheap
You grab a gist of me I sense down deep
Chorus cheap budget economy
Friday, February 12, 2010
sonnet #1,576
He volunteered small stuff involving her
I was default a tuned ear every rate
His boozing pal in pub I might concur
She seemed a beauty big boys celebrate
A lovely female form I could infer
Shed often rhumba sing and rollerskate
He felt in frankness fair shed naively err
She ever ran her rote a little late
I felt infatuated and strangely moved
On what was fourth or fifth fun episode
She could be close just milling busy road
She might exist it hadnt been disproved
I felt she itemised as all things true
He wouldnt fib as girls that group are few
Chorus true honest veritable
He volunteered small stuff involving her
I was default a tuned ear every rate
His boozing pal in pub I might concur
She seemed a beauty big boys celebrate
A lovely female form I could infer
Shed often rhumba sing and rollerskate
He felt in frankness fair shed naively err
She ever ran her rote a little late
I felt infatuated and strangely moved
On what was fourth or fifth fun episode
She could be close just milling busy road
She might exist it hadnt been disproved
I felt she itemised as all things true
He wouldnt fib as girls that group are few
Chorus true honest veritable
Thursday, February 11, 2010
sonnet #1,575
As if a greyhound sprinting muzzled mute
I chase a thing Ive felt will resonate
Is memory enough a moving bait?
I feel desire accursedly acute
I missed her heart shed gladly give a hoot
Our robots stared in as she lay in state
At her own funeral she fronted late
A cancer claimed her kidney took its root
We fared a faithful couple through and through
On top of robots clunky retinue
As brittle bones ensured our kinky play
As manners couldnt conquer or waylay
A year has passed and still shes never aced
I swear its chitchat since theyre poker faced
Chorus aced beaten outclassed
As if a greyhound sprinting muzzled mute
I chase a thing Ive felt will resonate
Is memory enough a moving bait?
I feel desire accursedly acute
I missed her heart shed gladly give a hoot
Our robots stared in as she lay in state
At her own funeral she fronted late
A cancer claimed her kidney took its root
We fared a faithful couple through and through
On top of robots clunky retinue
As brittle bones ensured our kinky play
As manners couldnt conquer or waylay
A year has passed and still shes never aced
I swear its chitchat since theyre poker faced
Chorus aced beaten outclassed
Monday, February 08, 2010
(This trivia-log is restricted to eighteen years and
over. Any resemblance to characters is purely
coincidental.)
(Mehetelo City. The Nudibranch Nudie Bar on the
occasion of Monsieur le Duc Stonefish's cubic
zirconium divorce anniversary.)
Tourist 1. - The last course has been drowned in
seaweed sauces, I can't taste the fish at all.
Stonefish - The chef assured me all the
ingredients were fresh as could be, short of
wriggling.
Tourist 2. - All tastes nicely smoked to me. The
chef has been very adventurous. Some
people, at arm's length, can't be pleased.
Ugu - The culinary reputation of Mehetelo City
is at stake again. Chef!
Uku - Cook!
Chef - Not again.
Tourist 1. You've swamped the smoked fish.
Chef - Of course the last course is tasteless,
they're as yet un-named shrimps and crabs
from an ocean bed volcanic vent. Here's some
colourless and overcooked fish without the
seaweed sauce.
Tourist 1. - Tastes like rubber.
Tourist 2. - You dunce, they were overcooked in
their own juices long before deep sea divers
discovered them.
Uku - We'll name one of the shrimps after you,
if you don't tell.
over. Any resemblance to characters is purely
coincidental.)
(Mehetelo City. The Nudibranch Nudie Bar on the
occasion of Monsieur le Duc Stonefish's cubic
zirconium divorce anniversary.)
Tourist 1. - The last course has been drowned in
seaweed sauces, I can't taste the fish at all.
Stonefish - The chef assured me all the
ingredients were fresh as could be, short of
wriggling.
Tourist 2. - All tastes nicely smoked to me. The
chef has been very adventurous. Some
people, at arm's length, can't be pleased.
Ugu - The culinary reputation of Mehetelo City
is at stake again. Chef!
Uku - Cook!
Chef - Not again.
Tourist 1. You've swamped the smoked fish.
Chef - Of course the last course is tasteless,
they're as yet un-named shrimps and crabs
from an ocean bed volcanic vent. Here's some
colourless and overcooked fish without the
seaweed sauce.
Tourist 1. - Tastes like rubber.
Tourist 2. - You dunce, they were overcooked in
their own juices long before deep sea divers
discovered them.
Uku - We'll name one of the shrimps after you,
if you don't tell.
This web log and its accompanying web site are designed
for 3d with the naked eye, the central camera providing
cover for optic nerve blindspots in both eyes. As headshots
are the quickest, cheapest and best way to introduce 3d
an e-mail would be appreciated from any HDTV
manufacturer who already has a screen capable of
three times the frame refresh rate of analogue tv sets,
or 108 frames per second. I know that out of the many
fine HDTV sets out there, at least one can be optimised
to this level.
for 3d with the naked eye, the central camera providing
cover for optic nerve blindspots in both eyes. As headshots
are the quickest, cheapest and best way to introduce 3d
an e-mail would be appreciated from any HDTV
manufacturer who already has a screen capable of
three times the frame refresh rate of analogue tv sets,
or 108 frames per second. I know that out of the many
fine HDTV sets out there, at least one can be optimised
to this level.
Friday, January 29, 2010
(The following tri-verse and tri-via-logue are restricted to
eighteen years and over. Any resemblance to characters
would be purely coincidental.)
(Mehetelo City, the cubic zirconium divorce anniversary
of Stonefish and his surprise guest hostage ex-wife, at
the Nudibranch Nudiebar. Ken the resident happy hour
crooner croons.)
The rising sun heats up the bee's cold blood,
Its wings, and wind and passing air flood
With coolness selfsame blood right down again-
Who can know what thoughts cross its tiny brain?
With smaller parts but purer oxygen,
The bee with compound eyes now measures men.
Stonefish - Our killer bees are placid as they come,
when they're smoked out of their hive and drop
their nectar on barbecued pirhana. As the pirhana
is vegetarian during the on season it is no hypocrisy
to exclude it from the list of predators to be given
sanctuary in Neo-Pangea. So, gentlemen, stub
out your stogies in the first course, and amazons
in skimpy one piece bathing suits let the
entertainment begin.
Uku - Up with Monsiuer le Duc's Neo-Pangea, down
with Zalabe's risible New-Gondwanaland.
eighteen years and over. Any resemblance to characters
would be purely coincidental.)
(Mehetelo City, the cubic zirconium divorce anniversary
of Stonefish and his surprise guest hostage ex-wife, at
the Nudibranch Nudiebar. Ken the resident happy hour
crooner croons.)
The rising sun heats up the bee's cold blood,
Its wings, and wind and passing air flood
With coolness selfsame blood right down again-
Who can know what thoughts cross its tiny brain?
With smaller parts but purer oxygen,
The bee with compound eyes now measures men.
Stonefish - Our killer bees are placid as they come,
when they're smoked out of their hive and drop
their nectar on barbecued pirhana. As the pirhana
is vegetarian during the on season it is no hypocrisy
to exclude it from the list of predators to be given
sanctuary in Neo-Pangea. So, gentlemen, stub
out your stogies in the first course, and amazons
in skimpy one piece bathing suits let the
entertainment begin.
Uku - Up with Monsiuer le Duc's Neo-Pangea, down
with Zalabe's risible New-Gondwanaland.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Fisherking be knights you noughts of crosses,
Judas' silver grails, tail and head, the tosses,
The Trait or else Last Supper stamps
Waxed lyrical and sealed by inky lamps.
Some might call it fanciful Atlantis,
If so I wish those pot luck preying mantis,
But I call it truth, proxied circumstance,
The margin Babel, more than error chance.
The scholars held a conscious council once
To keep the peace, that none appear the dunce,
The Arabs got to write to west from east,
The Chinese got to write south bound, not least,
The English got to write to east from west,
So my tri-verse tri-via logs now attest.
O, noughts, speech bubbles float up from sea bed,
Atlantis's writing north bound, cross hair lead.
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
a study toward sonnet #1,574 by FisherKingKQJ
She cornered on a stark stone stair incline
I went along she was petite and muscle toned
She tippy toed two steps higher than those mine
I mouthed her lovely throat at which she moaned
A rare occasion leveling eye line
She ordered kisses which I orphan owned
Against all judgement set my tingling spine
I focused on a cottage lease shed loaned
My inner self resented stuff unqueried
Id lived my life in dedicated fear
Shed mug at me and mouth next her pal's ear
Shed sigh she missed her old butler buried
One hot afternoon I hid her jumper
Championed cardigan not thinking dump her
Chorus jumper pullover sweater
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
sonnet 1573
sonnet 1,573 by FisherKingKQJ
Dry lips are pursed and sucked in they seem seared
Yes I should shiver less I chose a chick
My mates mock hers and faults alleged are aired
My tummy turns make me feel just ick
I know her christian name a variant weird
I can ignore it like a nervous tic
I can exaggerate how great we peered
Should our initial kiss come off too quick
Are you just weighted wording never rude?
Is baby button your exact eye shape?
Do you pick your clothes a la mode or mood?
Has your hair only sat above its nape?
Are you just weighted wording never rude?
Is baby button your exact eye shape?
Do you pick your clothes a la mode or mood?
Has your hair only sat above its nape?
I got a racing heart a casual date
You claimed calm caught you courted causal fate
Chorus date rendezvous tryst
You claimed calm caught you courted causal fate
Chorus date rendezvous tryst
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