sonnet #1,667

You must've loved someone who was plain bad
News once, and cried, and gone and grabbed some more,
The pain appeals, as when he can adore
You mostly - slightly meanly make you sad.
You've watched a hundred sunsets, fun times had
The ninety nine times - yet one he calls a bore,
It's stuck so scathingly, to make you sore-
He's tender otherwise, a scumbag tad.
You'll draw him up and dote, you'll praise him well-
He'll slap you down to brink of welt or bruise-
He's no fresh dust speck dredged from oyster shell-
His love is right and raw and rare, no ruse.
The grain he gives you next is good as gold,
Shapes worth as much as massive else on hold.

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o gold
o platinum
o silver

sonnet #1,666

My love self frozen whole, it plain appears,
And packed in memories for monument,
Through earth's small black hole bagged in water went,
Expanding wedge like, forcing one side fears.
Glass fibres have been fused yard thick on gears
And racks, tectonic plates are thereby rent,
And lava moulded loops from ocean vent
Are stretched in place to dampen seismic shears.
The world has since emerged remade a ball,
Inside out land crust panels, fogs and seas
Of water spout from its cool, concentric squall,
Its black hole, where swell, fabled timelords freeze.
Iced down to that black hole as hard gene dust,
Amnesiac, I've addressed my darling's trust.

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o dust
o grit
o powder

sonnet #1,665

At times I thresh out life defining themes,
I note in nicotine and change in weight
There's little worth, they're terminally late
Among cross outs and blots in reams and reams.
I'll envy equals, loiter long daydreams
Begrudging one bloke's gorgeous nose or pate,
Another's social skills, which animate,
Another's style, airs, grace and money streams.
Till I touched upon your face the future
The feature perfect, near bland, unique yet,
Seamless if in areas styled by suture,
My eyesight was nought but a blinkered bet.
My heart rests with you my pretty pretty
Throughout zooming zones of nittygritty.

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o pretty
o handsome
o gorgeous

sonnet #1,664

You're not elusive when in lucid dreams
I make you come and go as you aim please,
Augmented reality will frame and freeze
Your means, impose back on you stuff which seems.
The yogis yanked me this way their sha themes,
I know you well enough, ignore your tease;
I validate ultraviolet light beams,
They strobe from your eyes, snuff me out disease.
I've shouldered early hours and double shifts,
I've nodded off when sent on coffee breaks,
You're superimposed there for both our sakes,
Your arms hug me, once more, and my heart lifts.
Now cradled peace, I crash out, pass away,
Accepting pastures wherein we shall play.

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o away
o distanced
o gone

sonnet #1,663

Gave him a hundred notes so he'd get lost,
Which came off well, he being the gigolo,
Embryonic, cornered, fathomed, good to go,
And she the babe seen precious yet small cost.
Her fair, young features froze as cold as frost,
I wasn't her type when attracting woe,
Her fingers withdrew from mine warm blood flow,
I spawned white knight that she could kneel engrossed.
Statue-like she stood and talked contrary,
She needed now on, her own nodding knave,
I spawned against odds small time slick wage slave,
Wondered if I'd ever please her wary.
Conjured enthroned, she thawed, she primped to please,
I lay my gargoyle head on her stiff knees.

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o please
o delight
o gratify