Revised sonnet #1525

The witch of which invites the knight of not
A gate is grand on it a little hatch
To enter hunched he hits hard hatchs latch
It opens creaking short of oil a jot
The witch of which arrives at single plot
The perfect pair they are a magic match
The cauldron cooling bottles by in batch
Theyll kip in bliss embrace a common cot
The knight of not inquires of her a deal
Their golden hair and blue eyes beaming mirth
Are fair folk denizens of inner earth?
Is inner smaller sun of realm thats real?
The witch of which unbrackets by a globe
And points out it twin holes of polar probe
Chorus globe orb sphere

Revised sonnet #1532

I poke in garbage bins by local shops
The flattest fizzy can I cock and drink
A sack I fill and shoulder clunk and clink
The smelter follows market pops and flops
I smell of cola caramel and hops
I crush one can anothers kink I blink
I cash up kilos little ledger ink
I give a miss to barbers blades and strops
The poster honeys face is pretty big
The lids and lashes venus flytrap like
In her eye shadow frame a lightning strike
Im mesmerised I need to further dig
Ive got unopened pay packets of old
A hammock under stars if hot if cold
Chorus old past yore
ok

Revised sonnet #1527

Shaping up sour stoush sore split of sexes
Jauntier jabs and probes of banter criss cross
Hazard history and haul in exes
Battleships on paper speculate loss
Yet if reading people life perplexes
Show of character assumes its own gloss
Prisoner tattoo or ethnic bindi vexes
Psychological term calcifies floss
Allergies and germ diseases still stalk us
We concoct a fort of fuming faeces
We doubt dwarf and giant as salient species
Aeons of fallacy and fitful false fuss
Half the wile would I of you suspect not
I escape bombardment your concise shot
Chorus not non nyet

Revised sonnet #1528

The student doctors study stiffs on slabs
In mortuary view statuesque bodies hard
I study sometimes pickled souls as bard
A gist of phrase and gesture notion nabs
A goddess grand enchants the chisel jabs
Of sculptor rather chip of lard as shard
The error margin serving said as guard
You shed a pound of dander dust in dabs
I know you cry in gloom you cry in joy
I know you shriek in fear you shriek in rage
I know you nod if bold you nod if coy
I know you hum if naive you hum if sage
You pose to me youre rigor mortis like
The chisel chips away at slump or spike
Chorus like akin cognate

Revised sonnet #1529

If war then bad engages worse your goal
Metes me against your previous precious men
Your mind must muse a lioness mating pen
I mentor mental midgets drab or doll
Theyll pin you puppetesque improper poll
Theyll swipe you shady social circles venn
Theyll click you creative board and pecking hen
Theyll zip you zeroish citizen on whole
I could outflank you forceful farthest side
I could just pinch you while you droop and doze
I could alert you if I lamely lied
I could insert a smirk at wedded woes
To pulp or pamper? feelings prompt are pent
Youre quick to judge a man Im negligent
Chorus pent checked stifled

Revised verse

I read a world map which informed at once
The obvious stuff I dithered quite the dunce
That Pacific not peaceful warrior lined
That Atlantic mysterious stranger pined
Evmepvot waged a civil nuclear war
Against its satellite the moon of yore
It smacked to smithereens all odds stacked
Turned dusty water crater deep uncracked
The moon endured a paltry spin void peace
Evmepvot sank off view on canon cease

Revised sonnet #1530

His mount the unicorn hide white horn black
He spurred in snow in lightly falling flakes
Hooves sunk struck stones a sudden crunch and clack
At nervous neighs he shivered both their sakes
They stopped a mile out from the shepherds shack
There west wind whips a stand of pinetrees quakes
There werewolves walk and whack in pair or pack
There would he justify the journeys aches
The unicorn a proxy stalking horse
He sent in first to skip and snort and prance
His bow and arrows free of spy or glance
Hit werewolves rapturous in barking coarse
The silver arrows slaughtered furry foe
The werewolves wicked long last laid he low
Chorus foe enemy opponent