a study toward sonnet #583 by FisherKingKQJ

I've never had patience for bank queues,
And waiting lists and traffic lights just drive
Me fidget loco; I like you and your booze,
You're last to leave or else first to arrive.
I reckon motherhood the best job alive,
Whether first or second or third trimester,
The way the body can make baby thrive
On oxygenated blood, divulge fester.
You've got a nerve, and yet never pester,
Remind me of the man who wed my mum;
In your arms I'd like to sequester,
For decades in love idyllic and plum.
So, mister, that's my wife job interview-
I didn't catch your name - how do you do?

(Chorus)
So, mister, that's my wife job interview. SPADES
So, mister, that's my wife job audience. CLUBS
So, mister, that's my wife job conference. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #581 by FisherKingKQJ

She acts up as my girlfriend's best girlfriend,
Experiencing a relationship break down
With her last twofaced pathetic boyfriend,
She needs to be a centre stage sad clown.
She overstepped the line and made me frown,
Re-issued in public my shameful faux pas
As if I clamoured for pratfall renown
Through off-my-chest cathartic brouhaha.
At first she was polite and la-de-da,
Then later she seconded me heaps,
Then later still she flirted near and far,
At last she wore microskirts for special peeps.
My girlfriend's mild, a trifle insecure,
Her eyes reproach, as yet she doesn't skewer.

(Chorus)
My girlfriend's mild, a trifle insecure. SPADES
My girlfriend's mild, a trifle anxious. CLUBS
My girlfriend's mild, a trifle unsure. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #580 by FisherKingKQJ

Three aces I hold back: politeness, charm,
And willingness to fathom all things from
Your perspective; to protect you from harm,
From some grapeshot flak or a single bomb.
There's an impending, barely veiled maelstrom:
Just test the water on your elbow or heel;
Prepared, we can troubleshoot with aplomb,
We can make freedom to commit plain real.
If you apply mindreading to what I feel,
You'll see I'm now one for figures and facts,
The who did what and why and when big deal;
A honeymoon is the first of many pacts.
You hold one ace; you're urbane, if not kind,
So there's no need for a third: read my mind.

(Chorus)
You hold one ace; you're urbane, if not kind. SPADES
You hold one ace; you're urbane, if not compassionate. CLUBS
You hold one ace; you're urbane, if not tender. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #579 by FisherKingKQJ

Already, I miss you; your sister's sick,
So now you're neither here nor there;
Perplexed, you've chosen to be in the thick,
You're in an aeroplane in clouds and air.
But I can feel your entanglement here
Inside the grove of our walk-in wardrobe;
I can work out what you're going to wear
By scent deduction, halfway cross the globe.
If opposites attract, an xenophobe
Call me hereon: a silky white kaftan,
Wtih short waterfall sleeves, on either lobe
Gold disc earrings, an heirloom of your clan.
You're smoky essential peppermint oil
In almond carrier over foreign soil.

(Chorus)
You're smoky essential peppermint oil. SPADES
You're smoky essential peppermint grease. CLUBS
You're smoky essential peppermint lubricant. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #578 by FisherKingKQJ

As often as not, I pretend to be asleep
To get away from her - her sobs mute rife
So as not to wake me, and I have to keep
To myself, she's the true love of my life.
She was hugely indebted before my wife,
And even now my paycheque can't assist;
She takes landline calls to limit the strife,
I help her with the security checklist.
We'll row about a regular and his gist,
Then her smile kills me, haggard at the edges,
To our lovemaking is hot spice or grist,
As she gets healthy with cash and hedges.
I don't know what I'd do, probably die,
If I found white flakes from another guy.

(Chorus)
I don't know what I'd do, probably die. SPADES
I don't know what I'd do, probably croak. CLUBS
I don't know what I'd do, probably perish. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #577 by FisherKingKQJ

The moment the door sniv had clicked safe
On our three star room, he began to haggle
And half the price, which made me chafe-
Five hundred dollars was worth the draggle?
My eyelashes blinked quickly at raggletaggle
About discounts for anonymous doggie style
And non-fake orgasms which slowly straggle;
He grumbled it extortion and lurid bile.
I picked up my clutch and walked with a smile
Toward the door, but inside blinking irate;
Then he caved into my glamour and guile...
My corpuscles for redness began to aerate.
To survive a night, I'm diplomatic dumb,
By this long term john I'm struck numb.

(Chorus)
To survive the night, I'm diplomatic dumb. SPADES
To survive the night, I'm diplomatic mute. CLUBS
To survive the night, I'm diplomatic speechless. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #576 by FisherKingKQJ

Perhaps forever, I have been arse-guy-
Long legs, big bosoms simply aren't my joints-
Cannot match outlined cheeks, a backside fly-
I'll upskirt a chick for courtesy points.
A peek down the back of pants annoints
Me gentleman, no objections can arouse;
And browsing blouse discreetly counterpoints:
A nice handful I'll blink at, if not grouse.
But it's glorious backsides in sundry trous
I covet, as in high: waisted, pear shaped;
Wide-legged zeppelin cheeks quaked in-house;
Smart cutaway bums cellulite a-creped.
Contrary to rumours only faggots launch,
I loathe fly buttons with a girlish paunch.

(Chorus)
Contrary to rumours only faggots launch. SPADES
Contrary to rumours only faggots kickstart. CLUBS
Contrary to rumours only faggots spark. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #575 by FisherKingKQJ

I didn't know my ex-husband at all-
At twenty I wed - too naive and too young;
Divorced, I broke a leg in that shower fall,
My uninsured mortgage payments went bung.
The agency which signed me was dung-
Believed sodomy was an acquired taste;
I freelanced travelling salesmen next rung,
Invoked the loud but solitary caste.
All mediocre in bed with such haste,
Yet one client, alcoholic, made me come,
My labia out of the way traced and traced,
Then fell asleep, so pre-empting ho-hum.
My glamorous website pictures ensure
I make the payments I didn't insure.

(Chorus)
My glamorous website pictures ensure. SPADES
My glamorous website pictures certify. CLUBS
My glamorous website pictures guarantee. DIAMONDS

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{Not everyone can see the connection between, disposable professional sports clothes, disposable silk Vegas high class call girl undies, and disposable walkie talkie phone numbers. KKK QQQ JJJ ext. KQJ
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a study toward sonnet #574 by FisherKingKQJ

I like to wear custom dress-suits and mules
Which are more classy than workaday;
Disposable silk knickers are my tools,
My professional athlete needs parlay.
Emotive demands of clients disarray
My own lurking beneath the glamour;
Turns out glib movie or turns up glum play...
But I don't want to do an angry stammer.
Eyes closed make-believe can but enamour
Me on the ugly - kisses then break ice,
Sweet notes underscored by a sour hammer;
A false name masks my desperate vice.
I haven't been raped at knife-point so far:
Elite, I'm spurious to that kerbcrawling car.

(Chorus)
I haven't been raped at knife-point so far. SPADES
I haven't been raped at knife-point so distant. CLUBS
I haven't been raped at knife-point so remote. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #573 by FisherKingKQJ

I felt a sense of tremendous relief
Whenas the motel unit door clicked shut,
And then a sense of solitude and grief-
How was it there was so much cash in smut?
It's strictly hush-hush, opposed to tut-tut,
Nothing to talk over a latte bowl
With girlfriends, no, not even as a slut,
Nor with irony or a sad clown scowl.
So condoms, oils, and a white terry towel
Consolidate my medical huge debt;
I'm only the thousandth girl to run foul
Through bad luck into erratic regret-
Somehow, I'll extract my tormented soul.
I'll go back to office temp - plus raise kids-
As loving wife once back on the skids.

(Chorus)
I'll go back to office temp - plus raise kids. SPADES
I'll go back to office temp - plus raise children. CLUBS
I'll go back to office temp - plus raise youngsters. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #571 by FisherKingKQJ

I was quite blunt: I told him off thrice;
I put a shushing finger on his honey lips
For giving me some liberal advice:
Free advice, bad advice give me the yips.
He did not protest, he gave them aery fillips,
I pulled him close in a consoling hug,
My eyes but closing as he held my hips
Within a second of his on his tug.
So did I think he was a trifle smug?
As my reassurance was openly sought,
I ranked all his virtues, all which I dug;
Each with a nod was solemnly bought.
My love for him was no confidence trick,
I know what machinations makes him tick.

(Chorus)
My love for him was no confidence trick. SPADES
My love for him was no confidence hoax. CLUBS
My love for him was no confidence ruse. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #572 by FisherKingKQJ

My soul is plagued by your heaving bodice-
On a 3G phone I spend my wages;
Madame Hoodoo, succulent goddess,
Save me with santoria snaked down the ages.
I've been interned for zombie ravages,
It's my training for a sports goods sweatshop
By Genovese gang loan shark savages
Concerned by my premium one-way drop.
The life of me, why couldn't they just pop
A pneumonia on the nail clipping jar?
Like Cain and Abel, who refused to cop
That two wrongs do not make a right or par.
You see me in the camera phone pxt,
Please charm my walkie talkie cameo nixed.

(Chorus)
You see me in the camera phone pxt. SPADES
You see me in the camera phone image. CLUBS
You see me in the camera phone likeness. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #569 by FisherKingKQJ

I love a debate; I like to agree to disagree;
I love a man whose ego is big and strong,
Adventurous enough to let me play me;
Who believes two rights blunt a wrong.
I've seen him again after our ding-dong
At least I jemmied into his obtuse psyche-
I know my reckless candour made a pong-
But this is real love, why should I pike?
When it comes to the dark side, I'm a tike
Tenacious to confront and contain a bogy
The anguish of the man I love and like
And postpone the worry lines of a fogy-
That his baggage of grudge go take a hike.
My love can be annoying, obtuse afraid,
My telekinetic brow kiss his first aid

(Chorus)
My love can be annoying, obtuse afraid. SPADES
My love can be annoying, obtuse nervous. CLUBS
My love can be annoying, obtuse scared. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #568 by FisherKingKQJ

Her smooth complexion was an olive shade;
The shade on her eyelids was enamel
Infused with navy and green overlaid:
Her perfect eyebrows were arched parallel.
Her lips were greased a lighter enamel
Than her skin, a mix of mocha and toffee;
A cinder mascara a fringe didn't travel;
Her cheeks were dusted bronze on coffee.
So she posed au natural for no fee,
I just loved her pixie ethiopian nose;
She undressed under the tomato tree,
Her bust the golden rule of adipose.
I stifled my lovelorn sighs as I leered;
I rubbed my eyes, and then she disappeared.

(Chorus)
I stifled my lovelorn sighs as I leered. SPADES
I stifled my lovelorn sighs as I gawked. CLUBS
I stifled my lovelorn sighs as I ogled. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #567 by FisherKingKQJ

At long last I've found a man to spark
My tedious conventional appetites-
He looks queer, moonlights as a police nark;
He's bent on getting into my black tights.
The missionary position by rights
Should only be laid back and spreadeagle,
But my closed-leg clitoris climbs new heights,
The orgasm I rasp out is right regal.
My love-bites of his shoulders inveigle-
My scratchy nails snake along his hamstrings-
We're naughty rough, borderline legal-
A cheeky buttock pinch his orgasm pings.
My hair is platinum blonde, a catalyst;
Unchanging, myself, yet converting grist.

(Chorus)
My hair is platinum blonde, a catalyst. SPADES
My hair is platinum blonde, a freer. CLUBS
My hair is platinum blonde, a liberator. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #566 by FisherKingKQJ

Take it from me, darling; your husband is
Needful of a cheval-mirror peepshow,
So do what I do with or without the biz
Of a dry white aperitif cheek glow.
I sit him on the edge of the bed like so:
My bottom and thighs raised scarce an inch
Above his thighs, above his jemmy crow
To get front and back views of my wet winch.
Once, I got a jerking hard hamstring pinch
Which left me gasping, chancily winded-
The path toward multiple orgasm a cinch,
So single orgasms became rescinded.
You come like a line of skyrockets in jars;
You ventilate for large exploding stars.

(Chorus)
You come like a line of skyrockets in jars. SPADES
You come like a line of skyrockets in crocks. CLUBS
You come like a line of skyrockets in pots. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #565 by FisherKingKQJ

I winked up at him and raised his ankle,
Employed an obsequiously girlish look
With some good humour causing no rankle,
And teased with incisors every nook.
Impulse for shyness couldn't be mistook-
I palmed some lubricant around his shins
And calves as he gurgled this side of sook-
We both acknowledged my mischief with grins.
My boobs swung at his knees, twins versus twins,
I brushed a prickly loofah against his loin-
He arched on scary-safe needles and pins:
His feeble hand listlessly sought my groin.
It was my polished love that rasped him off;
At sixth sense tease, he wouldn't bristle or scoff.

(Chorus)
It was my polished love that rasped him off. SPADES
It was my polished love that rasped him finished. CLUBS
It was my polished love that rasped him gone. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #564 by FisherKingKQJ

Compromised, I downsized one of my gigs:
The multi-orgasm; he simply adored
Me for my self-knowledge by frigs,
But was too gentle to say he was bored.
The warning signals couldn't be ignored:
Beyond some pins and needles and vacuum
He'd pulled away, all of which underscored
By dreading gasps, and not moans modicum.
Enhancing lip-lock time-space continuum
With open eyes, I savoured the scent
Of his taut skin; I found his perineum,
To translate his grinding, hard ascent.
Venn diagram overlapped, we called a pax
Of thrusting blue orgasm and pink climax.

(Chorus)
Venn diagram overlapped, we called a pax. SPADES
Venn diagram overlapped, we called a ceasefire. CLUBS
Venn diagram overlapped, we called a truce. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #563 by FisherKingKQJ

A rough day at work leaves me tired and done,
Averse to his sexual advances, though
It's the bond that keeps us as unison,
So we've compromised us into slomo.
But I re-energise with fantasy flow:
I'll dress up as a thorough red cross nurse
Who saucily raises her fine, plucked brow,
Who invades a body space and worse.
Or else, I'll dress up by book, page and verse
As that wide-eyed clumsy teen schoolgirl
Whose fringe blows up, whose full red lips purse,
Whose gangly new arms round his buttocks curl.
Once fatigue blotting endorphin kicks in,
I can enjoy the sweated glow of his skin.

(Chorus)
I can enjoy the sweated glow of his skin. SPADES
I can enjoy the sweated glow of his hide. CLUBS
I can enjoy the sweated glow of his pelt. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #562 by FisherKingKQJ

You've got your new boyfriend fooled,
Fatboy, you're too much a woman to
Be outed by me, your skank past overruled;
Nor will I embarrass or publicly boo.
He's built an empire, he's made a booboo
By pushing your head into a limousine;
In your arms nestled, he's dim cuckoo,
Diffused by tinted bullet-proof windscreen.
The bankrupt tycoon and the former queen-
The fantabulous couple in starts and fits-
I still invoke the way you mince and preen-
The girlish cold baths to upsize your tits.
Fatboy, you're all woman past ridicule-
You can frig your clit down to granule.

(Chorus)
Fatboy, you're all woman past ridicule. SPADES
Fatboy, you're all woman past gibe. CLUBS
Fatboy, you're all woman past mockery. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #561 by FisherKingKQJ

So I wear high cut undies to make my legs
Look longer for him; I push my hair
Forward to make a face that softly eggs
A boy to kiss her brow and nip her ear.
I hunch my shoulders to give cleavage flare
My boney, pigeon chest completely lacks:
But I don't worry about my largish rear,
What makes me hot to him when I relax.
The varicose, stubble, cellulite tracks
Are canceled out by glossy satin sheets,
By clusters of candles and pillow stacks,
The theory of mind in which lust love meets.
My body and spirit for huge orgasm ache,
To prime a boy, to sign, one or two fake.

(Chorus)
My body and spirit for huge orgasm ache. SPADES
My body and spirit for huge orgasm hurt. CLUBS
My body and spirit for huge orgasm suffer. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #560 by FisherKingKQJ

So why does my boyfriend make love to me?
Sometimes I think he's squishing all my fat;
And yet, his character is sarcasm free-
I feel a surge of love this way then that.
When he strokes my hip curved and tummy flat
I try to divert him from giving head
To penetration of my swollen twat,
As oral sex is what I fake and dread.
You can point up that I need my head read,
That he feels in shape and size like anguish
And substitutes resignation instead;
Refuses to yield to hopeless languish.
My fake orgasms real orgasms unfetter,
So guiding my love from good to better.

(Chorus)
My fake orgasms real orgasms unfetter. SPADES
My fake orgasms real orgasms liberate. CLUBS
My fake orgasms real orgasms release. DIAMONDS

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There are good sonnets, there are bad sonnets...but fake sonnets are definitely against the rules.
With a bad sonnet of fourteen even rhymed lines it might be possible to luck into artificial intelligence, whereas a fake sonnet is less than nothing.
559 sonnets down, 441 to go.
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a study toward sonnet #535 by FisherKingKQJ

Between sensuality and passion pitched
The hard pursuit of happiness me first;
Complex questions of my judgment switched
To sparkling honesty at best or worst.
I was a doubter, flamboyantly versed,
Above board, sensible, inside the slipstream;
I was a slave behind deadlocks accursed
Till my soulmate sashayed in from a dream.
Life's blemishes and demands always stream
Accomplishments as selfish self-defense,
But my lover says things aren't as they seem,
Her kisses are much more than recompense.
My melancholy turns a liquid level;
In bounteous plateau is our sweet revel.

(Chorus)
My melancholy turns a liquid level. SPADES
My melancholy turns a liquid flat. CLUBS
My melancholy turns a liquid plain. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #559 by FisherKingKQJ

With him in the backseat, like a widget,
I took a strong, instant dislike to him;
It was mutual; he began to fidget;
Not that he wasn't handsome and slim.
He passed me ecstasy pills on a whim,
Perfect couple in front hard to swallow,
Matchmakers malignant or much too prim-
Infatuated, themselves, till tomorrow.
I knew him; I decided to follow
Him back to his apartment as to screw
Both in euphoria and deepest sorrow,
Convulsions and anguish-rid deja vu.
We talked endlessly whenas he was limp;
Frenetic nights on end I loved this wimp.

(Chorus)
We talked endlessly whenas he was limp. SPADES
We talked endlessly whenas he was flaccid. CLUBS
We talked endlessly whenas he was slack. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #558 by FisherKingKQJ

It was the blueberry and schnapps sorbet
A waitress volunteered me to replace-
If yuck - you don't say that to a gourmet-
I fed nearby pot plants as coup de grace.
There was a pal I used to much embrace,
Two piccolo silk jackets picked for us,
I filched her copy back just to save face-
Her collar waxy slick with make-up muss.
There was a pal's pal who would madly cuss,
Who was plain touching overfamiliar;
Whom I got my disguised boyfriend to suss,
Chat her up her collect from timezones far.
Darling, you're a pal and never would snitch,
The girl's girl never slamming me a bitch.

(Chorus)
Darling, you're a pal and never would snitch. SPADE
Darling, you're a pal and never would grass. CLUB
Darling, you're a pal and never would nark. DIAMOND

{Rhythm and typeset corrected 6/12/05,
content changed.}

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Sulla, Dictator of Rome

Watch your friend earn a million dollars
as lead punter!
Paid work for everyone at your local cinema!
Teamsters affiliated!

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a study toward sonnet #557 by FisherKingKQJ

Kookoo, bright gorilla has me to thank
For his cool one male per four female clan;
All lesser knuckledown males can go wank,
Observe the stiff club ladder blanket ban.
Kookoo has lots of overlap with Man-
He's mesmerised by women's pink nipples;
When his intelligent thick fingers fan
It's a sign to give him feels and tipples.
Consternation fed rebellion ripples
Through my assistants who won't expose
A single nipple; those small minded cripples:
On mine, the tag "button", Kookoo bestows.
Be all woman, stuff your bra with lollies,
Add to Kookoo's gab one word:"dollies".

(Chorus)
Be all woman, stuff your bra with lollies. SPADES
Be all woman, stuff your bra with bonbons. CLUBS
Be all womann, stuff your bra with sweets. DIAMONDS

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{ll1,12 and 14 corrected for typeset. Rhythm, content
okay. 7/11/05.}

a study toward sonnet #556 by FisherKingKQJ

Agreed: it's wicked to be slagged faghag,
Considered some second class citizen;
But often, I like playing up as one dag
Without going stone cold on hetero men.
From men you can learn the torture of zen,
And barricade yourself with dear gay males;
If you can't find a partner who's a ten,
A shopping spree companion never fails.
Engrossed by your chitchat about what ails,
He's nattily dressed plus perfectly groomed,
Collected where a red-blooded male flails,
His ego to sharp company subsumed.
To your speed dial you add another poof,
Erase a man-eating girlfriend now spoof.

(Chorus)
To your speed dial you add another poof. SPADES
To your speed dial you add another homo. CLUBS
To your speed dial you add another queer. DIAMONDS

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{Corrected for typeset 7/12/05.}

a study toward sonnet #536 by FisherKingKQJ

The on-again off-again relationship
With Mickey had lasted for a few years;
His uni chum Mike might give him the pip,
I felt, according to his sidelong stares.
So when we bought Black Sea holiday fares
I felt Mickey was readying to propose,
As we sunbathed on rickety deckchairs,
Perhaps in a voice solemn or jocose.
As he'd been mutely moody and morose,
I dated Mike behind his spineless back;
Mike was competitive and boldly chose-
Proposed by light plane and banner tack.
But just to Mickey could my heart betroth,
I sobbed alone; I avoided them both.

(Chorus)
I sobbed alone; I avoided them both. SPADES
I sobbed alone; I avoided them pair. CLUBS
I sobbed alone; I avoided them twosome. DIAMONDS

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{ll7, 13, 14 adjusted for typeset. 7/12/05.}

a study toward sonnet #555 by FisherKingKQJ

A gentlemen's club is plate-licking clean,
And navel icing gets the lunchtime crowd:
Can ten times the minimum wage demean?
I'd never force a girl to be plied or ploughed.
A nude girl wears pavlova for shroud,
Is smorgasbord enough for manly eyes-
To beer swill claps and roars is sweetmeat proud;
Touched by her booty, bills from wallets prize.
New markets are where we upsize-
Females want some calorie free pizzaz,
Some lorgnette portions far from hips and thighs,
Pay big for small, healthy slice razzamatazz.
Male strippers wear a petite smorgasbord,
Coin-scaled mint and pea pancakes lord.

(Chorus)
Our nude strippers wear petite smorgasbord. SPADE
Our nude strippers wear petite all-you-can-eat. CLUBS
Our nude strippers wear petite buffet. DIAMONDS

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{l14 lengthened for typeset 7/12/05.}

a study toward sonnnet #537 by FisherKingKQJ

We were a couple for several years
And he was very loving and caring;
He'd open car doors for me without airs,
Our lives were dedicated to sharing.
His praises of my looks were endearing,
Yet in earshot he flattered hunky males
On cotton muscle shirts they were wearing-
To homosexuality that tipped scales.
His love turned a labyrinth of travails
As matrimony by him was proposed:
Refused, his flooding eyes befit his wails,
He was so sensitive, yet undiagnosed.
A friend told me that he's overtly gay,
I love him still in a bittersweet way.

(Chorus)
A friend told me that he's overtly gay. SPADES
A friend told me that he's overtly camp. CLUBS
A friend told me that he's overtly queer. DIAMONDS

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{l14 corrected for typeset 7/12/05.}

a study toward sonnet #553 by FisherKingKQJ

That pH upset read infection credible,
The chocolate sauce laced dairy cream
Bikini impractical, although edible-
So could I make love to surface and gleam?
The superimposed karma sutra theme,
The momentum loss to his wiggling swoops,
The slomo circus acrobatics ream
Turned me into orgasm-free pretzel loops.
Then, dogpaddling, his fists became huge scoops,
And kneaded my breasts as if baker's dough-
Should I've obliged with delirious whoops?
My nipples hurt; so much for afterglow.
To chlorine cuts of my slot in the spa,
To him, I grunted, and grimaced...tata!

(Chorus)
To him, I grunted, and grimaced...tata! SPADES
To him, I grunted, and grimaced...adieu! CLUBS
To him, I grunted, and grimaced...farewell! DIAMONDS

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{! is Polari for !}

{l1 corrected for typeset 7/12/05.}

a study toward sonnet #552 by FisherKingKQJ

He's bubbling, passionate, emphatic, cute,
Composed, intelligent, easy-going, calm,
Responsive, balanced, genuine, deep, astute,
Devoid of sarcasm and absent of smarm.
He buys flowers for no reason but to charm-
For seconds you feel the only girl alive;
He understands females, his words disarm,
And nourish you, on bad days else you thrive.
He's value: he gets you to laugh at jive;
He's empathic: you both walk a bypath;
He's helpful: women young, females archive
Can count on him in any aftermath.
That two-way mirror tile in a mosaic,
He's so right-for-you-join-the-dots-prosaic.

(Chorus)
He's so right-for-you-join-the-dots-prosaic. SPADES
He's so right-for-you-join-the-dots-commonplace. CLUBS
He's so right-for-you-join-the-dots-everyday. DIAMONDS

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{l1 corrected for typeset 7/12/05}

a study toward sonnet #538 by FisherKingKQJ

I'd argued with him perpetually through
The long relationship, and tired, at last,
Quit it for sanity's sake; and it was true-
His stultifying petulance was iron-cast.
He rang me up, as he'd reviewed the past;
As he'd looked in the mirror, toned his act,
And ushered me to a restaurant fast,
Whereon, he proposed to me without tact.
The bended knee with a diamond ring lacked
Intimate feelings for me, all for show,
I did refuse him, my conscience not racked-
He was desperately, publicly hollow.
He plonked the ring into a crystal glass;
He was insured for acts beat up as crass.

(Chorus)
He was insured for acts beat up as crass. SPADES
He was insured for acts beat up as boorish.CLUBS
He was insured for acts beat up as vulgar. DIAMONDS

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{l14 corrected for typeset. 7/12/05.}

a study toward sonnet #540 by FisherKingKQJ

This soul swoons as artist in his garret,
Bohemian, poetic, close penniless;
Immune to workaday stick and carrot,
When courting, he opines that more is less.
She gets new underwear if she's serious,
A brazilian wax, facial and brow pluck;
When gold digging it's all things to excess,
A thousand dollar low-cut gown brings luck.
At Toity restaurant we gourmets tuck
Into Boog caviar, Peregrine champagne-
With half the tab the poor girl is stuck-
Stuck on a husband fossicking campaign.
I love a girl who hires herself out dutch,
Pays by washing dishes, and other such.

(Chorus)
I love a girl who hires herself out dutch. SPADES
I love a girl who hires herself out fifty-fifty.CLUBS
I love a girl who hires herself out halves.DIAMONDS

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{ll1,2,14 corrected for typeset 7/12/05.}

Dear Diary,
As an occasional observer of things Italian in deference to the master sonnet writer Petrarch...I find the article about a 70 year old woman who gave birth when she was sixty to substitute an only son for an only son she lost to a motorcycle accident very interesting. I've wanted to clone some of my young relatives who died in a civil war.
But it brings me back to three dimensional motion pictures as a health product as opposed to a special effects gimmick. One of the things I want to do with an interactive sonnet in the off key is present it as a "live" performance by me on the balailaika as a computer generated fourteen year old boy.
The sort of girls who sing my sonnets are plastic surgery enhanced, much more beautiful and talented than their detractors and wear subtle but sexy cocktail dresses and night gowns. Again, for this form of 3d there are no special effects gimmicks, only a smorgasbord for the eyes.

a study toward sonnet #551 by FisherKingKQJ

She's wholly different, and I don't talk
About the sex with my friend as I might;
I'd rather a night in with her and balk
At a night out with my good friends as trite.
They would find our intense love recondite,
They might get soft skin lining a bangle,
But not the way she taps my inner plight,
In my predicaments finds one good angle.
Night owl, morning lark, we somehow wangle
A polarised love - as, she neat, I mess,
She noisey, I quiet, in pash or wrangle,
She spontaneous, me braked, both to digress.
Our libidos conjugate just enough
To work around in-laws wayward tough.

(Chorus)
Our libidos conjugate just enough. SPADES
Our libidos conjugate just adequate. CLUBS
Our libidos conjugate just sufficient. DIAMONDS

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a study toward sonnet #544 by FisherKingKQJ

I started out doing androgynous girls
At dykey bars, but I indulged butch/femme
And tumbled in love with her short punch curls,
Conventional and easy to condemn.
We joined others in the closet mayhem:
Repressed bicurious; week end drag kings,
We argued ourselves one face of a gem,
We craved for none of those sex change pings.
Her mean demeanour plays on my heartstrings-
I love her shoulders, so sinewy and strong,
We timeshare our boisterous mood swings,
Too square for either world and always wrong.
She does kung fu, and projects as tough;
I do embroidery, and project as fluff.

(Chorus)
She does kung fu, and projects as rough. SPADES
She does kung fu, and projects as brusque.CLUBS
She does kung fu, and projects as coarse.DIAMONDS

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abacad ab raj
ebeced eb rex
ubucud ub rul

The tower of babel.

a study toward sonnet #550 by FisherKingKQJ
HEARTS SPADES CLUBS DIAMONDS

I'm hunting for my harem in Melbourne
To update the kingdom to the century;
Four young wives obedient but not careworn,
Goodlooking girl students in penury.
A harem is a balanced potpourri
Of mammary size and face shape and height;
It's not a place for tears of woe or fury,
A sultan's iron fist judges wrong from right.
One gets a ring that's tagged on a kite;
Two gets a ring as a nose-ring of a steed;
Three gets a ring well burnished to highlight;
Four gets a ring all carats guaranteed.
The talk of bachelor boys makes me broil;
Stirred envy of my privilege dialled boil.

(Chorus)
Stirred envy of my privilege dialled boil.
Stirred envy of my privilege dialled effervesce.
Stirred envy of my privilege dialled seethe.

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Arthur Guinevere Lancelot 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Fisherking
Arthur Guinevere Lancelot 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Fisherking
Arthur Guinevere Lancelot 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Fisherking
Arthur Guinevere Lancelot 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Fisherking
Hearts Spades Clubs Diamonds

HEARTS SPADES CLUBS DIAMONDS

a study toward sonnet #549 by FisherKingKQJ

He watches tv throughout our chitchat,
Else he talks over what I want to say,
His schedule he describes as this and that,
He lightly kisses me with some dismay.
Our love eroded, nought can he betray-
Our union is bereft of spark or squib,
He's passive-aggressive, pushes away,
I won't wipe his mouth or scrub up his bib.
He nods nought is wrong so as not to fib,
But I know he feels himself in a rut,
I know aggrieved fury cannot be seen as glib,
Our coitus is not at all or else smut.
I'm watching beautiful boys on the fly,
He's ogling gorgeous girls, as on the sly.

(Chorus)
He's ogling gorgeous girls, as on the sly.
He's ogling gorgeous girls, as on the devious.
He's ogling gorgeous girls, as on the hush.

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a study toward sonnet #548 by FisherKingKQJ

Girl, stupid, read the boilerplate font,
My butterflies shook my sweaty fingers,
Meanwhile pretending to be nonchalant,
Afraid of bathroom smell, which malingers!
I'm a girl next door for all dead ringers:
The hazel eyes, short permed hair, and petite,
The been there, done that harbingers,
But never mind, I'd be charming and sweet.
The primo short skirt spelt feat or defeat
When we chatted; he was a friend long lost,
Our humour and interests were upbeat,
Could we stand intimacy overglossed?
Sometimes we talked for hours, or not at all,
Relaxed in either, joining big and small.

(Chorus)
Sometimes we talked for hours, or not at all.
Sometimes we talked for hours, or not at complete.
Sometimes we talked for hours, or not at entire.

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a study toward sonnet #546 by FisherKingKQJ

A slash of yellow sunlight hit my face
From parted curtains and enflamed my cheek;
I woke up in an unfamiliar place-
I was in someone else's bed and meek.
Pretending to sleep, I snuck in a peek-
He was in the bathroom; I grabbed my gear,
Departed on the smallest back door squeak,
The cunning nearly much too much to bear.
He had the large trapezoid, diminutive derriere,
It tempted me to overstay my welcome-
But our personalities weren't a pair,
The bubbly chat in retrospect was humdrum.
I guess that I played a defensive game,
It came across ingenious or else tame.

(Chorus)
I guess that I played a defensive game.
I guess that I played a defensive plot.
I guess that I played a defensive strategy.

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a study toward sonnet #547 by FisherKingKQJ

My left side labia is small near and far,
Compared side by side, I'm afraid of boys;
My vagina smells sometimes vinegar...
Sometimes fishy, the caprice annoys.
Do tomboys give birth just to more tomboys?
I've got a small backside and narrow hips-
Highlighted by cream coloured corduroys-
Book me for Caesarean style clips and rips.
My dream of flounder babies yanked from snips
Alloys my angst about my undie stains,
The white and yellow five-cent sized dry drips,
The colour-coded diary itself strains.
Where am I going with the god Narcissus?
When all I want is to be called missus?

(Chorus)
Where am I going with the god Narcissus?
Where am I going with the god Egocentric?
Where am I going with the god Vanity?

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Dear Diary,
I've got a backlog of about forty sonnets, but it's more important at this stage to write them than to publish them.
The two demo cartoons are:
Hitchhiker, featuring a blowfly called Geegee and a mite called Jockey.
Supertanker Stan, featuring a game of gridiron between a captain and a stowaway off the coast of (baked) Alaska.
HEARTS SPADES CLUBS DIAMONDS

At some stage a demo cartoon will be available from this web log free. The lead characters are automatic tellers. It is an alternative way to segment content, the other style being commercial breaks. :) :) :)

a study toward sonnet #545 by FisherKingKQJ

Might there be one girl round for only me?
Although she doesn't have to be complete,
Disgusting is something she cannot be;
Her company should be a scrummy treat.
I'm done with girls who wriggle, meander, cheat:
The girl who faked it with a push up bra,
The girl who was demure and indiscreet,
The girl who was contrived and la de da,
The girl who badmouthed my dear pa and ma,
The girl who nagged a familiar reproach,
The girl who readily said her tata,
The girl who was a good behaviour coach.
A girl who didn't her deep down self reveal,
Maybe could my old flame snuff or repeal.

(Chorus)
A girl who didn't her deep down self reveal.
A girl who didn't her deep down self expose.
A girl who didn't her deep down self show.

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a study toward sonnet #504 by FisherKingKQJ

My uncle, like a Trojan, worked long hours,
A hundred hours per week; he'd always upbraid
My mother with supercilious glowers,
Her microskirts, her rouge cheeks overmade.
For family he was a stickler, and he forbade
The mention of my dad the drunken fool;
For junior black sheep, I was nicely paid,
He hired me fresh from secretarial school.
One night, I observed his own golden rule,
On my desk he was striking at a blond,
And intertwining, they sweat a typing pool,
The boss, the sales rep of whom he was fond.
I told my hairstylist who told her chum,
Who told my aunt who supported mum.

(Chorus)
I told my hairstylist who told her chum.
I told my hairstylist who told her friend.
I told my hairstylist who told her pal.

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a study toward sonnet #503 by FisherKingKQJ

Should I wake now, or could stay I asleep?
A goddess carnate decked in fiery glows,
She's loving, understanding, prudent, deep,
Regardless of skin tone, sex, station, pose.
Untainted by rage, or hunger, read up close,
Her sentinels are lions without poo-holes;
Female or male, equal in size each grows;
Each purrs prayers for each smile she doles.
Then, one lion at her feet stretches and rolls
For tummy rubs, and bares gums with no teeth-
The ringleader of these large, clawless souls
Who else subsist on ozone that they breathe?
She won't let me be smothered by chance,
Joy is a cure for my sleepwalking trance.

(Chorus)
o $1,000,000 chance
o $1,000,000 luck
o $1,000,000 fortune


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a study toward sonnet #502 by FisherKingKQJ

When as I'm broken, disabled and weak,
My loving honey ministers to me;
And while she slumbers, I furtively seek
A soul infusing silent nirvana glee.
When dozy accidental senses flee,
They seek expanding, contracting ribcage,
The tousles of hair on cheeks are a plea
To surrender my material rage.
I'm dutibound to an enlightened sage:
True insight, just thoughts, fair speech,
Also, bona fide action, correct gauge,
Right focus, proper labour, all in reach.
With her, I move forward toward the truth,
Self-abasement, self-indulgence uncouth.

(Chorus)
With her, I move forward toward the truth.
With her, I move forward toward the fact.
With her, I move forward toward the reality.

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{After the 1000th sonnet is published, I'll be writing a history drama, based on King Richard the LionHeart, who was held for ransom in Jerusalem during the first Crusade.}
{As for 3d screens, frames per second 60 fps or 120 fps is all I'm interested in. The standard rig would be three cameras on a hoop suspended from motorised helium balloons.}

a study toward sonnet #501A by FisherKingKQJ

A temple friend begged from me a favour-
To pick up from prison gates an ex-spouse
For Sooky Bubber; for god would I slaver,
Perhaps drop him off at a halfway house?
When I met him I had to muffle wows-
To Krishna and Shiva his prayers were said,
Those luck swastika tattoos worth a browse...
Despite the age gap we whirlwind wed.
We got incensed and talked charkas in bed,
But soon I was humiliated and slugged-
By chance I caught them in a head to head-
Outside a liquor store they kissed and hugged.
They fired excuses, their karma windy,
Through my sari and bullet-hole bindi.

(Chorus)
They fired excuses, their karma windy.
They fired excuses, their karma blustery.
They fired excuses, their karma gusty.

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a study toward sonnet #501 by FisherKingKQJ

A temple friend begged from me a favour,
To pick up from prison gates an ex-spouse
For Sooki Bubber; for god would I slaver,
Perhaps drop him off at a half-way house?
When I met him I had to muffle vows,
To Krishna and Shiva all his prayers led:
Despite the large age gap we whirlwind wed,
Though soon I was humiliated and slugged.
By chance, I caught them in a head to head-
Outside a liquor store they kissed and hugged.
They fired excuses, their karma windy,
Through my sari and bullet-hole bindi.

(Chorus)
They fired excuses, their karma windy.
They fired excuses, their karma blustery.
They fired excuses, their karma gusty.

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Just getting ready to transcribe from the next notebook. The header for this web log is starting to look dated, but it's not strong enough reason to change - science based colour coding is the reason...and having broken a world record I now feel it's time to take on G***le, Micro**** and P***Sta**** in that regard. :) :) :)

Hearts Spades Clubs Diamonds
K K K K
Q Q Q Q
J J J J
!0 10 10 10
9 9 9 9
8 8 8 8
7 7 7 7
6 6 6 6
5 5 5 5
4 4 4 4
3 3 3 3
2 2 2 2
A A A A

The tower of Babel as it was known to King Arthur, Queen Guinevere and Sir Lancelot.

a study toward sonnet #488 by FisherKingKQJ

Some fag hags want to go beyond a crank,
Ring up Boogie Board Boys gay escorts
Because they're lonely, others are more frank
And want to add fellatio to cavorts.
So, first the good news to settle her thoughts:
She should gently play with his perineum
Until his smoooth brow with pleasure contorts-
Depress the zone with forefinger and thumb!
Then firmly stroke the borders of scrotum
And bum till his penis is steel hard upright;
All the while she juggles his balls and tum,
Then sucks and circles his knob, breathing light.
She wants more tips for that erogenous zone?
She adds G.S.T. by card on the phone.

(Chorus)
She wants more tips for that erogenous zone?
She wants more tips for that erogenous district?
She wants more tips for that erogenous sector?

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a study toward sonnet #495 by FisherKingKQJ

It's a yawning feeling which generates
The impetus to exclusive matters,
It's my hot, brusque kisses she venerates,
My huge hugs leave her credence in tatters.
My cognisant benevolence flatters...
Meantime, diners and busboys are wary
Of us two lovers whose cold fusion scatters
Ebullient laughs midst glances chary.
She plays out love's magnetism as scary
To both herself and me, so hard to gauge-
She looks like an old flame sweetly eerie,
With public navel gazing she acts her age.
The maitre d' is one to backstab and not cuss,
About our impulsive deeds, there's no fuss.

(Chorus)
The maitre d' is one to backstab and not cuss.
The maitre d' is one to backstab and not oath.
The maitre d' is one to backstab and not swear.

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HEARTS SPADES CLUBS DIAMONDS

a study toward sonnet #496 by FisherKingKQJ

Profound emotions creating momentum
Individual concerns fuse or else sear
Communication soothes away the doldrum
Love is pleasing, secret, privy and sincere.
You're vivacious, poised without compare,
You're charismatic, furtive intimate,
You're my fleshly passion, my stoic confrere,
Your ideas my every idle thought infiltrate.
From deep sentiment deep truths emanate
For apt phrases my thoughts rambling jostle,
You're a paragon of grace and on your slate
Is scrawled kindness, and I'm an apostle.
Your steady, loving glare contains the spark-
It galvanises my faith in me in blaze or dark.

(Chorus)
Your steady, loving glare contains the spark.
Your steady, loving glare contains the flash.
Your steady, loving glare contains the gleam.

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HEARTS SPADES CLUBS DIAMONDS

sonnet #498 by FisherKing.rgby@blogger.com

I'm dressing down and doing it placid
The sure fire means to secure his regard;
To try hard is bad as wobbling flaccid,
My chances with him a sure bet to retard.
My perimeters in place won't be marred
By my fiancee who's a polished dunce;
For his diamond grit I don't give a shard,
The new boy has what I saw in him once.
Opportune imminence any doubt shunts
To one side since my bust is ample;
I often lean forward in my manhunts,
Or else lewd eyes from a distance sample.
Our slow burning passion banks up robust,
Some nightstore heat exchanger of lust.

(Chorus)
Our slow burning passion banks up robust.
Our slow burning passion banks up sturdy.
Our slow burning passion banks up vigorous.

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a study toward sonnet #498 by FisherKingKQJ

Can there be an aphrodisiac bigger
Than gasps of pleasure from your missis?
And can there be a dinkier, fleshy trigger
Than her ruddy, peeled, engorged clitoris?
You tolerate a mother-in-law's diss
Of your paypacket, status and dress code...
For carnal pleasure, afterglow premise,
You downplay later the awkward episode.
To your master strokes she squeals an ode,
Crescendo'd like a faux porn star she sobs...
At her cervix you fire your motherlode-
Your sweaty palms celebrate her knobs.
She's a try-hard, not at all a faker-
One thoroughly enchanting lovemaker.

(Chorus)
She's a try-hard, not at all a faker.
She's a try-hard, not at all a charlatan.
She's a try-hard, not at all a swindler.

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HEARTS SPADES CLUBS DIAMONDS

a study towards sonnet #499 by FisherKingKQJ

Like any neurotic teenager, or young adult,
About autonomous nature I felt a guilt
Which turned me onto the painstaking cult
Of self denial: I aimed for lightly built.
Around seven stone my fat feet would tilt
The scales even after toe tapping tests,
My resolve into bingeing routinely spilt,
Into dairy cream muffin up chuck fests.
Love is the cure, my own story attests:
Four years I live with a handsome bloke
In Jeddah, diverted by laughter and jests,
The toilet pan bulimia nightmare broke.
We split up as our love went out of whack,
And fingers down my throat are now back.

(Chorus)
We split up as our love went out of whack.
We split up as our love went out of kilter.
We split up as our love went out of sync.

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HEARTS SPADES CLUBS DIAMONDS

KQJ1098765432A
KQJ1098765432A
KQJ1098765432A
KQJ1098765432A
I picked up this holy deck of playing cards in east Jerusalem during the second crusade in 1298AD. It gave me a special insight into the holy grail of 3d interactive movies.
Yours sincerely,
FisherKingKQJ

a study toward sonnet #500 by FisherKingKQJ

You shouldn't be in a rush going south,
She greatly loathes a muff diving foray;
Incur love kissing, licking, nibbling on the mouth,
Oestragen is foreplay, foreplay, foreplay.
The demands of her body can seem fey,
Yet is there a more worthy cause for toil?
With prejudice it's just yourself you flay,
Your amorous engagement you despoil.
She's Venus de Milo, not a gargoyle,
Just lick slow her tummy hips and torso,
Her labia open slow, she won't recoil,
Use eye contact, let her urge you more so.
Girlish cunnilingus orgasm mind boggles...
Are not clitorae such profound toggles?

(Chorus)
Girlish cunnilingus orgasm mind boggles.
Girlish cunnilingus orgasm mind flummoxes.
Girlish cunnilingus orgasm mind startles.

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a study toward sonnet #496 by FisherKingKQJ

At last I've met a man who's different,
He pulls the toilet seat down when finished;
He's mostly sweet, sometimes belligerent,
He's macho autonomous, not anguished.
But for his every shortcoming I've dished
Him thoroughly: such as marathon sex-
Beneath his prowess I will not be squished;
And some of his affectations plain vex-
Sometimes to his face sideboards will annex;
I swear he likes his bedsheets in a stench,
As his hygiene standards have to perplex;
Finally, now we're steady, he won't french.
He's so poor at listening, and thick skinned...
I love that torso, and he's got me pinned.

(Chorus)
I love that torso, and he's got me pinned.
I love that torso, and he's got me nailed.
I love that torso, and he's got me skewered.

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3d interactive deck of cards

I found this relic in east Jerusalem in 1398AD when I took part in the
second crusade.
Through it I discovered all the secrets of the Holy Grail.
It is a pack of cards in which the hearts are yellow, the clubs are green, the diamonds are blue, the spades are red. The holy deck.

a study toward sonnet #487 by FisherKingKQJ

I loathe to watch someone forcefully hurt;
That you gag and cough back up my seed
Is torture for me, undermines the squirt,
You screw up your face as if I just peed.
Your biting of my stem, your fisting knead
Of my sensitive balls don't fit my plans,
You've got pornographic views of my need...
Such as your tongue flicking across my glans.
So you take exception to my deadpans?
I shouldn't ruddy talk with my mouth full?
Complete a list with my own beefs and cans!
As you're muff diving you copiously drool.
Remember that flavoured lube on my gash?
It gave me thrush according to your gnash.

(Chorus)
Remember that flavoured lube on my gash?
Remember that flavoured lube on my cleft?
Remember that flavoured lube on my slit?

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[Naturally, the interactive music is flat and off key, it's just I don't want to clutter the screen, so it will be reintroduced from time to time. Each sonnet is a different tempo and the 'colour' is layered just as in mediaeval times.]

a study toward sonnet #486 by FisherKingKQJ

I've told him my secrets, plenty else
About me, the deeply instructive tales
And personal bio, how my psych gels
And from where the closet skeleton hails.
I've told him my sibling rivalry travails,
How it killed me to see myself destroy
Or resort to green mails and black mails
Or boost a boy or clotheshorse as decoy.
How he loves me, his sweet hobble-de-hoy:
With or without that fifty cent gee spot
By sharing bathroom sounds loud or coy-
He cooks for me when I'm stricken by bot.
When money is tight or proviso tough,
Our love saps a knot of more than enough.

(Chorus)
When money is tight or proviso tough.
When money is tight or proviso hard.
When money is tight or proviso rugged.

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a study toward sonnet #484 by FisherKingKQJ

I know my soul mate is out there somewhere-
But what worries me is we've already met;
The One doesn't have to be a billionaire
Or a millionaire - on that you can bet.
The One is soothing in a tete-a-tete
Or heart to heart, accepts my kooky side,
My achilles' heel, too, he doesn't vet
My hairstyle and giggle to dent my pride.
The One and I share silence side by side
Or else complete each other's sentences,
From one another there's nothing to hide,
We shelve false positions and false pretences.
The One is my soul mate wholly in sync,
We share our best laughs at the kitchen sink.

(Chorus)
We share our best laughs at the kitchen sink.
We share our best laughs at the kitchen basin.
We share our best laughs at the kitchen tub.

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a study toward sonnet #485 by FisherKingKQJ

I was kidnapped days into our honeymoon,
Then given a black eye by said bridegroom,
But people who write me off as this loon
Prejudge our love and should closer in zoom.
In bush law, lucrative grievances loom:
He's gone straight, he's finished with banks
And stethoscopes and safes which go boom!
He gives the love of this good woman thanks.
Those police sniffer dogs are silly cranks,
They planted on us meth and firearms;
Confiscating lightbulbs and blowdriers ranks
As civil rights abuse, and everyone harms.
I love him to bits, though he rapped my skull,
The licentious marriage can never annul.

(Chorus)
The licentious marriage can never annul.
The licentious marriage can never cancel.
The licentious marriage can never repeal.

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a study toward sonnet #483 by FisherKingKQJ

The first night of summer quarter was cold,
The darksome drizzle was sporadic and warm,
The mute sheet lightning was a largess to behold,
Backlit the black sea and cresting wave storm.
The mansion lights sparkled her goddess form,
We backstroked twice the hilltop swimming pool,
Three or four lengths might've been her norm,
There were worse means to burn a kilojoule.
She squeezed off her bandeau of crimson tulle,
Revealing her large breasts, off came her pants,
She tugged down my trunks to further passion fuel,
I made love to her in some dogpaddle stance.
She roiled on the first stroke, that was no shame-
I kneaded her breasts, then she came and came.

(Chorus)
She roiled on the first stroke, that was no shame.
She roiled on the first stroke, that was no disgrace.
She roiled on the first stroke, that was no obloquy.

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a study toward sonnet #482 by FisherKingKQJ

Abm I cruise the Bend Backward Barbara barAb
Bbm In drag and a wannabe bitchboy winks;Bb
Abm I'm witty up close, drop dead gorgeous afar,Ab
Bbm I'm any busboy's for rounds of free drinks.Bb
Bbm My bouffant wig is streaked by reds and pinks,Bb
Cbm My high heels offset this knotted sarong,Cb
BbmMy silver lippy pout outglams any minx,Bb
Cbm I wear padded bras and tape back my dong.Cb
Cbm My glomesh bag and thick slap can't go wrong,Cb
Dbm I like to shoosh and smooch and schmoozeDb
Cbm Primary school headmasters in the throngCb
Dbm As they shriek and screech their who's who's.Db
Ebm Wee Barb's state house went up in a twister,Eb
Ebm She met the wizard of cossie, a pussy fister.Eb

(Chorus)
Ebm Wee Barb's state house went up in a twister.Eb
Ebm6 Wee Barb's state house went up in a spout.Eb6
Ebm7 Wee Barb's state house went up in a whirlwind.Eb7

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a study toward sonnet #481 by FisherKingKQJ

Abm She thinks that I'm a magician or god,Ab
Bbm My acts of kindness are returned three-fold,Bb
Abm I'm just the former with a wink and a nod,Ab
Bbm Life being a zero-sum game at length told.Bb
Bbm But her faith in me certainly does embold,Bb
Cbm Of late I've been an impromptu live wire,Cb
Bbm Her dizzy convictions and ideals extolled,Bb
Cbm All this for lengthy french kisses of fire.Cb
Cbm Her chameleon moods play out on my lyreCb
Dbm A vibrant melting pot of faith in cure,Db
Cbm Her flamboyant support tickles my ire,Cb
Dbm Her optimism doesn't boil up to injure.Db
Ebm A fisher dismisses his first catch to the sea,Eb
Ebm I banish her first kiss, then cash in three.Eb

(Chorus)
Ebm A fisher dismisses his first catch to the sea.Eb
Ebm6 A fisher dismisses his first catch to the brine.Eb6
Ebm7 A fisher dismisses his first catch to the ocean.Eb7

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a study toward sonnet #480 by FisherKingKQJ

Abm You hide your tears in an offset rainbow,Ab
Bbm You're a yin yang bounce back mexican bean,Bb
Abm With happiness you wash away the sorrow,Ab
Bbm You're a considerate and mature teen.Bb
Bbm You're energetic, shy, attractive, lean,Bb
Cbm Emotionally secure, loving, young at heart,Cb
Bbm Presentable, sensual, feminine, serene,Bb
Cbm Faithful, shy, open-minded, a la carte,Cb
Cbm Well-behaved, well-spoken, reliable, smart,Cb
Dbm You apply a speedy kiss to a bandage,Db
Cbm And you're happy go lucky for the most part,Cb
Dbm Scornfully likewise averse to baggage.Db
Ebm So come here, hug me against hailstonesEb
Ebm Which skip like dice a chilly gust disowns.Eb

(Chorus)
Ebm Which skip like dice a chilly gust disowns.Eb
Ebm6 Which skip like dice a chilly gust abnegates.Eb6
Ebm7 Which skip like dice a chilly gust repudiates.Eb7

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a study toward sonnet #479 by FisherKingKQJ

Abm My quadruple bypass through a keyhole Ab
Bbm Has opened my mind to mail order brides Bb
Abm I'm laid back about the whims of a mollAb
Bbm The scrapped Iron Curtain no longer hides.Bb
Bbm She's lovely in photoprints and on slides, Bb
Cbm But she's not the same as in classified ads, Cb
Bbm The wig and slap are thumb rule kind of guides,Bb
Cbm And to be fair, some of us men are cads.Cb
Cbm She's got a daughter, she then superadds,Cb
Dbm Assumes I'm genuine gent and moneytree,Db
Cbm That distance dashes envy twixt two dads-Cb
Dbm I should stoke her samovar by degree. Db
Ebm A magic bullet fired by a gremlinEb
Ebm At my heart from spinning top Kremlin?Eb


(Chorus)
Ebm A magic bullet fired by a gremlin.Eb
Ebm6 A magic bullet fired by a sprite.Eb6
Ebm7 A magic bullet fired by a pixie. Eb7

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a study toward sonnet #478 by FisherKingKQJ

Abm When he displayed me an engagement ringAb
Bbm And solemnly asked me to be his fiancee,Bb
Abm I knew the de Leer diamond wasn't a sting,Ab
Bbm With cubic zirconium I was au fait.Bb
Bbm If his hands shook, it was a sincere play,Bb
Cbm Accepted of course, our love was awesome,Cb
Bbm And rooted in reality, our youthful heydayBb
Cbm Up till a blink ago, as he was my chum.Cb
Cbm Our first interview was static ho-hum,Cb
Dbm I sought out a flatmate to share the rent-Db
Cbm Else give up the flat and go squat a slum-Cb
Dbm First come, first served was the precedent.Db
Ebm That I'd collapsed in love came as a jolt,Eb
Ebm He'd started as someone who didn't revolt.Eb

(Chorus)
Ebm That I'd collapsed in love came as a jolt.Eb
Ebm6 That I'd collapsed in love came as a bump.Eb6
Ebm7 That I'd collapsed in love came as a lurch.Eb7

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a study toward sonnet #477 by FisherKingKQJ

Abm Minutes minute drag out as ledger hours,Ab
Bbm Six yes men bicker with six sycophants,Bb
Abm Examine tiny print with glowers and lours...Ab
Bbm I dial into a daydream budding romance.Bb
Bbm Bluff oysters know my petty circumstance,Bb
Cbm Towards small pearls they prudently labour;Cb
Bbm I pick those open with a scaled down lance,Bb
Cbm Ajar poke these with a well matched sabre.Cb
Cbm Love's path way can be banged on a tabor,Cb
Dbm Two steps forward, one step back is the jig,Db
Cbm So he's the One first, then a nice neighbour,Cb
Dbm We've made pearly sunsets our special gig.Db
Ebm I'm not too analytical or questioning, now,Eb
Ebm Who's the boy who can be forced, anyhow?Eb

(Chorus)
Eb Who's the boy who can be forced, any-how?Eb
Ebm6 Who's the boy who can be forced, any road?Eb6
Ebm7 Who's the boy who can be forced, any way?Eb7

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{Or...music by numbers for all my young relatives. :) :) :)}

a study toward sonnet #476 by FisherKingKQJ

[Characters in this sonnet are fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.]

Joined spiritually and physically,Ab
Emotionally on par, heads in sync,Bb
We determined not to further dally,Ab
A biro licensed our zigzag as ink.Bb
She's a gifted scholar given to think,Bb
Adolescent awkward and yet agile,Cb
She's partial to elevenses for drink,Bb
We chit chat about all things on the dial.Cb
I'm not allowed to go into denial,Cb
We take turns at ordering from the helm;Db
She's pleasant company, her key a smile Cb
Unlocking riches of her secret realm.Db
Our first official kiss was in a photo Eb
Snapped by tourist Kanji Hashimoto. Eb

(Chorus)
Our first official kiss was in a photo. Eb
Our first official kiss was in a mug. Eb6
Our first official kiss was in a snapshot. Eb7

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a study toward sonnet #475 by FisherKingKQJ

You love balance - and you're prepared to play Ab
A devil's advocate to that end, so you'll argue Bb
Against the principles and causes that hold sway Ab
On behalf of the absent to bias back a skew. Bb
At other times you say things for shock value Bb
With nary a sacred cow round to iconoclast;Cb
At bottom, you're slave to conventional view,Bb
You spare oil cabals, old media you blast.Cb
You jump to conclusions, you put first lastCb
To paranoid effect which I cannot resist;Db
When you're red faced loud, then I'm aghast-Cb
I think out loud: is this the girl I kissed?Db
Our morals are tandem, venn and parallel,Eb
Though your ears, nose and throat are nonpareil.Eb

(Chorus)
Our morals are tandem, venn and parallel.Eb
Our morals are tandem, venn and analogue.Eb7
Our morals are tandem, venn and counterpart.Eb6

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a study toward sonnet #472 by FisherKingKQJ

You mesmerise those people who love you,
Although your poses conceal and connive,
As for love per se, you do behove to
The upkeep of guard, for distance you strive.
I believe we can come out of this alive,
For starters, I've leapt down off my high horse
So histrionics and pettiness don't rive
Before your simmering gripes boil to bourse.
You keep genuine faith in love's benign force;
You're a catalyst for personal growth,
Your inner child is a behaved resource
Who leads in time of weakness with an oath.
My love anticipates your rare tantrums
As cute, powerful and quaking as quantums.

(Chorus)
My love anticipates your rare tantrums.
My love anticipates your rare hysterics.
My love anticipates your rare outbursts.

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a study toward sonnet #472 by FisherKingKQJ

You mesmerise those people who love you,
Although your poses conceal and connive,
As for love per se, you do behove to
The upkeep of guard, for distance you strive.
I believe we can come out of this alive,
For starters, I've leapt down off my high horse
So histrionics and pettiness don't rive
Before your simmering gripes boil to bourse.
You keep genuine faith in love's benign force;
You're a catalyst for personal growth,
Your inner child is a behaved resource
Who leads in time of weakness with an oath.
My love anticipates your rare tantrums
As cute, powerful and quaking as quantums.

(Chorus)
My love anticipates your rare tantrums.
My love anticipates your rare hysterics.
My love anticipates your rare outbursts.

[Autocube3, autocue for interactive movies.]