sonnet #1,662

The warm spring shower rain drips through helmet slits,
As we cheer down the old stink filled subway,
Below railway tracks, over motorway,
Pull up at heaps of broken bottle bits.
From mouldy walls to mesh fence long grass knits
Addressed by scrawled tags, cryptic ego spray,
There we lift our bikes over, cross okay,
I field her friendly girlish giggle fits.
Afar, drab pedestrians club as they will,
Rain glistens glow in her cheeks glamorous;
Bikes kicked stands, kisses quick, it's such a thrill,
Her sportsbra outline stiffens amorous.
We mount our steel and aluminium steeds,
Jink bollards; tread scored ramp to lower gears cedes.

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o steeds
o ponies
o horses

sonnet #1,661

He's got brawn, the brains are mine, yours beauty,
So we can pull off a cashed out caper,
Mammon take the tax, excise, and duty,
We'll kiss mountainously minted paper.
All you'll need do is talk fairly fruity,
Such home dwellers down to owners taper,
Easing them a mortgage moral duty,
Kids' well being, the social conscience scraper.
Rag the mad bull market, rort the rocket,
Grit your wisdom teeth, and gnash your molars,
Ponzi points in your waist coat fob pocket,
Short those syphilitic scab bipolars.
My brains terminate on timely pension,
Kids, you make the mess through rank dissension.

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o pension
o benefit
o annuity

sonnet #1,660

So you say you love me only dearly,
That she's a nervous, needy good old friend,
That her soft words to her own loyal man wend,
I believe you, dear, entirely nearly.
That first time I spied you courted clearly,
We fought, you put your foot in it by end,
Saying, long term, boy and girl platonic tend,
Saying, like minded mates as one live merely.
I get her nuisance nuance - she'd go out grab
Someone else's true love; she's man crazy,
She'd keep a wish list, I'd bet, tick a tab,
Handsome hunk on you, with her bloke hazy.
Embraced, embarrassed by her, all a bluff,
I blush imagining you two snug buff.

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o bluff
o manner
o pose

sonnet #1,659

Dress me down voodoo vixen, kick up a stink,
Keep small change on that old liquor loan,
Your sympathetic magic works a wink,
Or finger snap, then you your spells intone.
My crowd exclude us, lately they disown,
Yet I'm much happier than you'd ever think,
And frenemies affirm the legba link-
With laughs behind their hands, else they groan.
A zombie I might just be, who's to judge?
Stamped, my right foot by her boot was broken,
The achilles tendon snapped, as token
She signed the plaster cast with lipstick smudge.
My voodoo vixen's hickeys are like hives,
She deals me dead legs, too, my heart revives.

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o hives
o lumps
o welts

sonnet #1,658

Mosaics lined this medressa called Sher Dor,
In pixels slinked the legendary pride,
They looked more like wild tigers, closely eyed,
By tigons, ligers, time lords place much store.
Royal hand maid or kidnapped young Silk Road whore?
In caravanserai plied side by side?
Tired merchants mating, nightly open wide?
The fresco fragments secrets which I live for.
A flake of fresco filled my genie jar
With painter chromosomes, the odd stem cell,
Out welled my guide and fellow ne'er do well
And sped me forth to my love's neat bone scar.
My love and I and ibises, wade flats,
The yin and yang sinkhole twirl inks our hats.

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o flats
o deltas
o plains

sonnet #1,657

Should blowflies breeze past bad ass Beelzebub
I like to spritz them swift a scented whiff
Of daisy essence poison, not as if
I couldn't flourish without their odd flub.
The camel lumps in larders, nub and nub,
And swings a route with grit, he serves as skiff
Of desert dunes, a carbon foot print whiff,
He never poops or pees more than a tub.
I won't miss predator groomed parasites,
I could live without crowding fish and fowl,
Or tigers who are poached the while they prowl
Disease infiltrated by mindless mites.
Heavens, where I'd hail your sensual frisson,
There I'd feed on sunlight streamed by fission.

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o frisson
o buzz
o charge

sonnet #1,656

Too late to burble sorry, beg reprieve,
I should've said it straight off yesterday,
Perhaps it will just blow past come what may,
Perhaps she'll grant me grace soon, by your leave.
Yes, call it passing fumble, else a peeve
In progress, peg it dreamy dropped relay,
Against my future fine acts a-okay,
I'll wait in silence and let my heart grieve.
Tell, when do misdemeanours sum as sin?
And when do sins in their turn snowball crime?
Too late to estimate who'll lose, who'll win
Against a quirk of character this time.
I've learnt and lumbered so much on minor aches,
It may or may not go to big heatbreaks.

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o aches
o pains
o vexations

sonnet #1,655

Catch that upbeat chick starting her singsong,
Another whistles worries shoo away,
Another honies her call centre sway,
Another sighs you sainthood all along.
Catch that close friend babe nodding right or wrong,
Another bides your look, winks she'll obey,
Another primps hair through a pure sun ray,
Another hugs safe harbour, no dingdong.
Yet soon enough your nice looks shall fade,
As gravity asserts you sluggish sag,
You'll lose the sweet fairweather mates you've made,
You won't read such a brilliant boy to bag.
Such you'll regret at your and my steep cost-
I'll carry you sick, bruised or trouble tossed.

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o cost
o expense
o price

sonnet #1,654

White stephanaoitis sprays framed my white veil,
I clutched and seethed at my white satin muff;
I browsed the best man pulling his sharp cuff,
The organ rang a stave as if a scale.
He could on second thought embarrassed bail,
The midnight call from me deemed curious stuff;
Through gritted teeth he'd groaned he'd seen enough,
We'd meet at the altar, whole and hale.
I'd pressed my petticoat flush over hoops,
My white satin gown ribbed stiff that blunder;
Emotive mother, sis and I loopy loops,
Photographer catching stuff asunder.
One another till one day we perish,
Charmed, we vowed to honour love and cherish.

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o cherish
o sustain
o treasure