a study toward sonnet #813 by FisherKingKQJ

I can't be laid on conscious conscientious,
Love asks for one cornerstone that's solid,
Grout gets telescoped as mild contentious,
Since instinct might not arbitrate for stolid.
All your gestures, sighs, and smiles are salted
In motor memory deep, part known clear;
From your spirit time has washed the squalid,
Converged as one my booty calling leer.
I'm jerked round by a gravity string weir,
Lie in bed not counting on next morning,
That I'll wake once more, find you supine near,
I can't manage my pulse, gait or yawning.
My hands roam of their own will in caper,
Stroke your painted toenail, thin leg taper.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 caper
o $10,000 adventure
o $10,000 rollick

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a study toward sonnet #812 by FisherKingKQJ

Digits on that plaque read twenty twenty,
And bubbles cross my lips zipped from afar;
I remember that you'd beat me plenty
Explains me now as this head in a jar.
White coated medics dug about your char-
You'd died asleep in usual old age bliss,
No deathbed blubbed regrets or pleas to mar
Your phoney public face, coccooned from hiss.
I've outlived you, I take comfort in this,
Enjoy strange allergies that pass for pain;
And people would say it so wrong to diss
The dead who might attempt reply in vain.
How young love can somehow yet be saviour,
Cancel blackouts, envied blunt behaviour.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 saviour
o $10,000 lifebouy
o $10,000 rescuer

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a study toward sonnet #811 by FisherKingKQJ

I tried to not be with her truth being told,
Our face shapes, skin tone little too alike,
But she was charming in a way alien bold,
I worried that rebuff might turn her dike.
We traded pledge rings, in no way a pike,
We saved ourselves up for her maidenhead,
She got me sodding her with my bald spike,
You see yourself that I was peasy lead.
My voice was late to break, when all is said,
My pink cheeks blossomed into manly fluff,
My hormones pointed me to things not dead,
I shot from runt to gangly which was tough.
I shed puppyfat, yet she craved blubber,
We split on good terms, unlike a rubber.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 blubber
o $10,000 fat
o $10,000 lard

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a study toward sonnet #811 by FisherKingKQJ

I tried to not be with her truth be told,
Our face shapes, skin tone little too alike,
But she was charming in a way alien bold,
I worried that rebuff might turn her dike.
We traded pledge rings, in no way a pike,
We saved ourselves up for her maidenhead,
She got me sodding her with my bald spike,
You see yourself that I was peasy lead.
My voice was late to break, when all is said,
My pink cheeks blossomed into manly fluff,
My hormones pointed me to things not dead,
I shot from runt to gangly which was tough.
I shed puppyfat, yet she craved blubber,
We split on good terms, unlike a rubber.

a study toward sonnet #810 by FisherKingKQJ

Said that I love you one hundred percent,
In troubling times, for better, or for worse;
But now I can't zoom out of what I meant,
And your creek of mischief is now a bourse.
Tell myself facets turn and shades disperse,
The good and bad ruled by our common sense;
You're babble vengeance if not sarcasm terse,
Your overreactions can't help but incense.
I loved your stickles thorough going intense,
Revered you once entrapped by other mode,
Howso small that might be as recompense,
Such storms more such adrenalin well bode.
I'd say that when she's good she's really good,
As you're crooked or plain misunderstood.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 good
o $10,000 dex
o $10,000 right

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a study toward sonnet #809 by FisherKingKQJ

I don't know what you see in your fellow,
You're stranger now to one and all of us,
He gives me looks far from smiley mellow,
You know it's so bizarre for me to cuss.
So do tell him - naff off, go board a bus,
Get on a bike, goof on out of this life;
You can do better than his maudlin muss,
It only squares off as two timing strife.
Stumble, fumble, mumble takes you his wife,
He gets you doing my own bitter trouble;
Too sweet and trustworthy ends crises rife,
Short of saying he's my ex hubby's double.
So, come join us girlies for a shout of drink,
As all old socks else all ersatz men stink.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 drink
o $10,000 booze
o $10,000 liquor

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a study toward sonnet #808 by FisherKingKQJ

We had a great time snorting up the coke,
The fruits of our work as exclusive thieves;
But in the property crash we went broke,
As laundered cash no trace of itself leaves.
Bittersweet my sentimental heart grieves:
My wife who's his wife's identical twin
Got one of them throat cancers that bereaves,
Public health shortlists could not let us in.
We burgled reckless, felt no feckless sin,
Far off dinner parties clamoured violins,
We'd safecrack those gemcases under din,
Gentlemen not vandals, shy of violence.
Old private detectives would envy us,
I saved my darling's life with scrappy fuss.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 us
o $10,000 ours
o $10,000 selfsame

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[Private prisons: "I did not do it."
Public prisons: "I didn't do it.']

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fierce blazing heated
Dear Diary,
It's a golden key to the gates of the Celestial City. I'm enjoying this low tech period
of my life...but it is really bad news for our competitors, because when it ends, I'll
be programming computers to write thousands of sonnets, plays, novels, tv series
movies, musicals, symphonies using playing card algorithms.

a study toward sonnet #807 by FisherKingKQJ

Accusations stream off your tongue as glib,
With covering smiles you're untrusting cruel,
Displays more of love you still want to crib,
I'd soon as tort my tears to rocket fuel.
Verse backbiting backsliders goes your pule,
I shake my fist on your behalf at them;
Verse guttersniping gripers goes your duel,
I shadow your sharp tongue to point condemn.
You could use me as spitoon for your phlegm,
I'd cut my arms if you were just to ask;
Tell me to die, I'll book the last requiem,
Or broadcast me putdown so I might bask.
In midst of tribulations small and fierce,
Your subtle smirks and livid eyes do pierce.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 fierce
o $10,000 blazing
o $10,000 heated

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a study toward sonnet #806 by FisherKingKQJ

I wish that I could get enraged by him,
But he's aware and self confessed in vice;
His flippant slag of girls came off grim,
Yet his brown eyes appeared just as nice.
I've been around the block the once or thrice,
You might call me confirmed, avid cynic,
But after lust is gone, love turns to ice
Give and take become a game or clinic.
Problem is that he's wealthy, outward civic,
Knows what I think without one word spoken,
Else he plays funny, when mock acidic,
Once before by such my heart was broken.
True as true to call him my chosen type
The road defined, also including gripe.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 type
o $10,000 kind
o $10,000 style

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a study toward sonnet #805 by FisherKingKQJ

I didn't think that I'd greet you again,
It was low cunning to beg you with tears;
You didn't deserve the sudden strain,
You say it's an inkling of your worst fears?
In one night club I got odd blinking stares,
Drinks from a photographer on a bout;
He offered me money for baring my wares,
I didn't know that he was a short con lout.
I went back woozy, marketed my pout,
Helped a boozy salesman find his wallet,
Lurch into five star bed and then black out,
One grand hit me like a rubber mallet.
Like my parents we could do real estate,
My work in parenthesis shan't gestate.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 estate
o $10,000 land
o $10,000 property

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a study toward sonnet #804 by FisherKingKQJ

I watched his big hand stroke a change of gear,
And his calf quail as he stepped on the gas;
I filled with craven angst just short of fear,
Through motor memories of sexual sass.
His sideways glance made a brief slaking pass
Across my svelte profile and trembling throat,
My figure voluptuous half bent hourglass,
His eyes then narrowed on the road in gloat.
I thought these wondrous things aligned by rote
Would turn to tedium on a bland plateau,
Long after our honeymoon we would tote
Unwanted baggage down from his chateau.
But, darling, he had a gym tuned physique,
Those gasping interludes passed for mystique.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 physique
o $10,000 anatomy
o $10,000 body

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a study toward sonnet #804 by FisherKingKQJ

I watched his big hand stroke a change of gear,
And his calve quail as he stepped on the gas;
I filled with craven angst just short of fear,
Through motor memories of sexual sass.
His sideways glance made a brief slaking pass
Across my svelte profile and trembling throat,
My figure voluptuous half bent hourglass,
His eyes then narrowed on the road in gloat.
I thought these wondrous things aligned by rote
Would turn to tedium on a bland plateau,
Long after our honeymoon we would tote
Unwanted baggage down from his chateau.
But, darling, he had a gym tuned physique,
Those gasping interludes passed for mystique.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 physique
o $10,000 anatomy
o $10,000 body

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a study toward sonnet #803 by FisherKingKQJ

I've gotten used to this world upside down,
That correction of my eyesight via brain;
You flood my metaphysics sotted crown,
With frames gravity's properties ingrain.
Blame presbyopia else ibid cornea strain,
When not distracted, ever I search you cute,
Few other beauties can my red eyes train,
Your bluster challenge, my mad blinks refute.
They babble that you're glossing bad repute,
They gossip that you're shy to hide a plot,
They chitchat that you're bluffing for reboot,
They jabber that you're mum till parting shot.
Between your size and seal expires their loss,
You're double negative bright under dross.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 loss
o $10,000 deficit
o $10,000 minus

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a study toward sonnet #802 by FisherKingKQJ

I heard myself laugh loudly when you rolled
And rested on your elbows over me;
Your lips teased mine but to then withhold,
Your kisses merely breath away yet free.
My fingers read your ribs, thereby did see,
My teasing eyes sparking your sparkling eyes;
Provocation and providence slacked lee,
That love lived by ommission rid white lies.
I heard myself squeal in engaged surprise,
I felt throbbing, then quivering in my boobs,
Around us pulled tightly the white sheet plies,
And melted at the grind of our warm pubes.
Your dashing head eclipsed the ceiling lamp
The saintly sight gave me engorging cramp.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 lamp
o $10,000 beacon
o $10,000 torch

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Dear Diary,
800 sonnets are the equivalent of four full length stage plays.
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kooky eccentric maverick

a study toward sonnet #801 by FisherKingKQJ

My hunch rose from our involved disorder,
Our multi personality spooked psyche;
Bobby had crisscrossed a blue thin border,
Yet Bob and Rob refused to hitch a hike.
Immature frontal lobe teen brainwave spike:
He'd swished another skater in the park,
Impregnated her zigzagging turnpike...
Mad Bob and Rob of timeshare lumped the dark.
Translator Robert, I have made my mark
For Lucky Horse Import Export triad front;
You could say chi-chi wangles are my arc,
I close a deal with universal nod or grunt.
Bob's a barber, Rob's an artist kooky,
Marriage is one crumbling fortune cookie.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 kooky
o $10,000 eccentric
o $10,000 maverick

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beauty glamour pretty
The golden key to the gates of the Celestial City.

a study toward sonnet #800 by FisherKingKQJ

I get my kicks through double jeopardy,
Now I've scored your glandularesque fever;
You quickly shook off your hot lethargy,
My gene sequence could pull no such lever.
Sickness makes me boldest self deceiver
In quasi, proxy, pseudo sexual sweat;
You're my divine, faithful love receiver,
An hour of need turns on infinite debt.
I'm rotten if not neutral, chalk upside bet,
You're wetnurse trophy, if not ugly mug,
My mantra is crazed love of legs thickset,
My tantra is veined dug soft tugged for slug.
Fevered, I called you non pareil beauty,
Soothed, I faked said same as ditto duty.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 beauty
o $10,000 glamour
o $10,000 pretty

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a study toward sonnet #799 by FisherKingKQJ

Everyone in the ballroom was grifting,
Dumbwaiter, bogeyman, ingrate bellhop,
New Year's Eve tectonic plate uplifting,
Illegal and loud download wouldn't stop.
Gatecrashing nark and loyal local cop
Sashayed by to test free grog and nibbles;
Part time hooker flashed a fishnet flipflop,
Clients as sassy friends in drabs and dribbles;
Schizos signed the guestbook with scribbles
One as bush lawyer, one recluse tycoon;
My beancounting wife and daughter sybils
Giving back to society once a blue, blue moon.
Guest houses are for love, poor bottom line,
Overcharging grifters being my incline.

(Chorus)
o $10,000 line
o $10,000 dash
o $10,000 stroke

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