a study toward sonnet #104 by FisherKingKQJ

I've got just twenty months left of me lag,
Beneath me hard bunk I've secreted shanks,
As bandages crepe in this duffel bag-
Immune to screw provocative sick pranks.
To anger management I give gruff thanks,
I respect my dollied up sweet dummy,
As some diversion from hacksaws she ranks,
With acid stamps, she's licks thumbnail yummy.
While I hacked iron bars we two got chummy,
I swear my dummy sweet enjoys a rape;
I won't leave her or our cell stink scummy,
I've matured off dreams of jailbreak escape.
Knotted sheets improvised draught stopper,
Dummy and I common law quite proper.

{3D interactive chorus}

Dummy and I common law quite proper.
Dummy and I common law quite correct.
Dummy and I common law quite right.

[ll1 and 14 matched for typeset. Rhythm corrected
for all the rest. 24/9/05.]

study toward sonnet #103 by FisherKingKQJ

A strap of my frock slips down and I
Don't care to push it back up. A grunt
Escapes his lips. A richter three jigs my
Torso. For a second I exult in my blunt
Warrant over him. A tongue starts its hunt,
To tickle, to trace, to tease and to test,
The hollow of my throat takes the brunt
Of the foray, augmented by a breast.
My knickers I twist off at his behest
A languid whine flees my lips once again
As an aureole and a thigh are caressed
And caressed to the point I'll go insane.
At his kisses my tummy muscles flex
Then tremble for this exquisite apex.

{3D interactive chorus:}

At his kisses my tummy muscles flex.
At his kisses my tummy muscles contract.
At his kisses my tummy muscles tighten.

[ll5 and 14 rewritten for typeset align 18/9/05]

study toward sonnet #102 by FisherKingKQJ

We'd been together three years when I came
Across a note he'd written to his wife.
Was I snooping? Yes. I can't say my aim
Was exact, more confirmation of our life
As clandestine lovers. My feelings rife
Yet secure in my situation as mistress
I cut the envelope with a paperknife.
He confirmed his love, he wanted to stress
The passion, he couldn't wait to undress
Once back home. In between the lines
About me, it seemed, he couldn't care less,
No word of divorce, I'd misread the signs.
Of May December love don't have a bar-
Though I don't regret the flat, clothes or car.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Of May December love don't have a bar.
Of May December love don't have a chunk.
Of May December love don't have a piece.

[l14 rewritten for typeset alignment 18/9/05]

study toward sonnet #101 by FisherKingKQJ

It's strange that we sleep in this morning,
And neither feels a shard of remorse;
She pulls at the duvet, gently warning
To not jest about personal flaws.
At angled venetian blinds sunlight saws,
It dessicates her covert, cobra slim
Curled figure; her eerie sighs give me cause
To think her bleary frown a passing whim.
She sits analytic, primping and prim,
And her long fingernails on my thigh strum,
She says don't dwell, and love isn't so grim,
But by the anomaly I'm struck dumb.
Through vicissitudes I totally desire
Her blue eyes full of tears and Greek fire.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Through vicissitudes I totally desire.
Through vicissitudes I totally lust.
Through vicissitudes I totally want.

The next three hundred sonnets will migrate to variants of the sonnet rhyme scheme to keep the material fresh. I have material for the next fifty ready to pour into the sonnet form.

Love sonnets #101 to #400 to keep the material and rhymes fresh will be two shifts into overdrive.
1. Spenserian sonnet (butterfly)
2. English sonnet (dragonfly)
3. terza sonnet (millipede)

sonnet #100

We sorted soul mates, either good or bad,
Joined mirth at open mike night anecdotes,
We favoured cannelloni, current fad,
Served cold alfresco, balcony near boats.
I blanched at pleated sleeves on bombast pad,
His mother hammered home essential quotes,
Stitched me right into her wedding gown, quite mad,
We hedged a thorny subject, his wild oats.
My digs then were a duplex on my own,
His father crafted me a lift in his car,
A gorgeous girl for his boy went the drone,
With rheumy kisses he yet lowered the bar.
Zoom to now, he zeroes in more zealous,
That new girl doomed, me justly jealous.

(Chorus)

o jealous
o envious
o wanting

sonnet #100 print ready 28.1.10.

Sonnet #99 a study toward, by FisherKingKQJ

Masterworks beneath that Xotheby's mallet,
Distract me none, I've got no time to skite
Beret, brush, smock, easel, knife and palette
Are my walk, Mark Humanzee, stance upright.
Inspired by strokes of cavernous Lascaux,
'Christ's Last Herb Tea Party' picks up license
From mammoth mounted missing links gung ho,
In earlier works, alludes to pounds and pence.
My snob art school live-in likes her rough trade,
I'll push her face down on the plastered bench;
To poachers my upright gait was high grade,
To fellow chimps it only matched my stench.
Monsieur, my rouble period leaves the Louvre
For dust, it's cutting edge uncordoned oeuvre.
(2.2.10. print ready)


{3D interactive chorus:}

o oeuvre
o collection
o works

sonnet # 98

O full moon, whose limed corpses were my cure,
To whom I werewolf now howl open praise,
I've found your garden party, scraps the lure,
From nearby yews and graves I gladly gaze.
I'll wave in windows, win hearts not so pure,
By fast and famine this is early phase,
If plague fleas pricked me werewolf ways,
Again through hair of dog shots I'll endure.
Do your girls foster flattery, pay heed?
Are they peers at plus or minus twenty?
Do they sip heated lemon, lime and mead?
Are they plumped up now from times of plenty?
Do black teeth give way here to those of gold?
And where's the paupers pawnshop put on hold?

(Chorus)

o gold
o auroch
o halo

sonnet #97

Her raven hair was pulled back ponytail,
Her straight cut fringe was pushed to very fore,
I didn't think it wise to ditch or bail,
I wanted him so bad, yet he'd ignore.
I was so breathless, bon mots no avail,
And watched the man I wanted woo that whore,
With features flawless, down to nano scale,
This oddly got me fancying him some more.
Aside, he whispered, touched my tensed up arm,
She's fatuous, famously a femme fatale,
I sank in brief release, a captious calm,
She rubbed his free wrist, poised the mocking pal.
From him a blinding smile, then raised eye brows,
From her, the irritated looks which rouse.

(Chorus)

o brows
o edges
o ridges

edited 8.2.10.

Sonnet #96 by FisherKingKQJ

I stumbled upon some scrawl of sonnet
On a scrap of paper while moving house,
In crumpled hexes of wasp or hornet
And old yearnings it began to arouse.
As a young boy I didn't have the nous
To round the impeccable stanza off
As this chance discovery now allows,
A fusion of females given to scoff.
The Muse has encouraged me to doff
The doubt, to qualify love's chronicle
With a womanly premenstrual trough,
I knew a babe by osmosis just as fickle.
Honey humble bee a sting is a sting,
So mug for me wee stereoscopic thing.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Honey humble bee a sting is a sting.
Honey humble bee a sting is a lance.
Honey humble bee a sting is a needle.

Sonnet # 96 by FisherKingKQJ

I stumbled onto this scrawl of sonnet
On a scrap of paper while moving house,
In crumpled hexes of wasp or hornet
And old yearnings it began to arouse.
As a young boy I didn't have the nous
To round the impeccable stanza off
As this chance discovery now allows,
A fusion of females given to scoff.
The Muse has encouraged me to doff
The doubt, to qualify love's chronicle
With a womanly premenstrual trough,
I knew a babe by osmosis just as fickle.
Honey bumble bee a sting is a sting,
So mug for me wee stereoscopic thing.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Honey bumble bee a sting is a sting.
Honey bumble bee a sting is a lance.
Honey bumble bee a sting is a dart.

[ll1 and 14 matched for typeset 24/9/05.]

Sonnet #95 by FisherKingKQJ


That cell phone chirps out another crisis,
And doctors tote their flybuys to Club Med,
On lithium there's far too much emphasis,
To gay and loving housecalls I've been led.
I hug close this drunk in her single bed,
This Confucian blob whose wedding photos
Depict a slim, teen, her own teeth, self sped
By booze from shy to frequent comatose.
My love's blue gin botanical sweat flows,
To my lips her breasts licorice exude,
Her coriander throat siphons up my nose,
Her juniper earlobes to my tongue glued.
Colleague male nurses snort their poopoo,
Being two faced lovers of a beer shampoo.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Colleague male nurses snort their poopoo.
Colleague male nurses snort their dismiss.
Colleague male nurses snort their loathing.

[Corrected for typeset and rhythm 4/10/05.]

Sonnet #94 by FisherKingKQJ

Perhaps it was a reverie within a reverie:
Above me floated bowls of woven flax,
A cornucopia of almost every
Known seedless fruit, in tidy stacks.

Bananas, grapes, apples, lemons of wax,
Feijoas, jujubes, pawpaw, quince of plastic,
Alike subordinate to parallax
Are one to one aspect yet fantastic.

Can my inner self be so gastric?
Gurus revere musa seedless paradise
Zoroasters too, knew this cultivar stick
Of banana plant, its algebra dice.

Only for your raspberries I reach out,
My love for you is astral, do not doubt.

{3D interactive chorus:}

My love for you is astral, do not doubt.
My love for you is astral, do not impugn.
My love for you is astral, do not query.

Sonnet #94 by FisherKingKQJ

Perhaps, it was a reverie within a reverie:
Above me floated bowls of woven flax,
A cornucopia of almost every
Known fruit and berry, in tidy stacks.

Bananas, grapes, apples, lemons of wax,
Feijoas, jujubes, pawpaw, quince of plastic,
Alike subordinate to parallax
Are one to one aspect yet fantastic.

Can my inner self to be so gastric?
Gurus revere musa seedless paradise
Zoroasters too, knew this cultivar stick
Of banana plant, it's algebra dice.

Only for your raspberries I reach out
My love for you is astral, do not doubt.

{3D interactive chorus:}

My love for you is astral, do not doubt.
My love for you is astral, do not impugn.
My love for you is astral, do not query.

Sonnet #93 by FisherKingKQJ a study toward a rough draft.

The bride wore a short white dress overlaid
With scalloped lace, the groom wore a pressed
Black suit, with sweet Marie the flower maid,
Eve matron of honour, my photos attest.
In the Cayman Islands here he'd accessed
Some opaque company formation laws
A holiday home to relax invest,
The yacht was his and not his in subclause.
To his workaholic life this girl gave pause,
He kissed the fingers of few pretences,
Her sparkling hazel eyes were a just cause
For kisses, he even finished her sentences.
To whirr of camera, dragonfly wings
The couple traded wedding vows and rings.

{3D interactive chorus:}

The couple traded wedding vows and rings.
The couple traded wedding vows and bands.
The couple traded wedding vows and circlets.

Sonnet #92 by FisherKingKQJ

Rosie my darling, the aircurrents ebb
And rise in the lofty beams of the roof
Of your open home, so lilting the web
So tickling a redback upside down, aloof.
A mottled moth stuck in the warp and woof
To arachnid juices starts to acquiesce,
Analgesic and ferment are a spoof
That vints a frantic and congealing cess.
For a flitting and frantic bug under duress
Your flattery decoct has spin and bounce
But paralysis lurks in your largesse
And with your flexible diary you trounce.
A daddy long legs in your elastic
I'm stilted, back to front, and ecstatic.

{3D interactive chorus:}

A daddy long legs in your elastic.
A daddy long legs in your flex.
A daddy long legs in your stretch.

{Editors note: I'm creating a new industry from the bottom up, which takes time. I'm only interested in selling to people who've got money. It's an outrage that the ---- still targets teenagers, who don't work and who don't have money with their Stalinist billboards.}

Sonnet #91 by FisherKingKQJ (rough draft!)

When did I become the girl to go to
For consolation of a broken heart?
I can only guess. I'm some avenue
Of pliant confession for any new start.
An immature boy had upset her cart;
At streaky mascara below her eyes
She dabbed angst rid, I started to impart
Cucumber slice facials, pizzas, allies
Versus romantic love. I tried to surmise
A feeling in our clasped hands. All alike
Are boys, she confided. Not a surprise,
I said faintly, not wanting to sound a dyke.
In mock indignation, I too, took aim,
At boys to avert from her any blame.

{3D interactive chorus:}

In mock indignation, I too, took aim.
In mock indignation, I too, took bead.
In mock indignation, I too, took sights.
[Corrected for typeset and rhythm 4/10/05.]

Sonnet #90 by FisherKingKQJ


By a jaycee we were quickly married,
I the divorcee, he the singleton.
Things are on the boil, he's unharried
By my grown children or grandson.

I'm bucolic, whereas he's homespun
A dry sauterne sipping gourmet cook;
The kitchen utensils I used to shun,
The steel gas oven, act as our love nook.

He's adapted to the marital hook
Without my prejudice and it's a thrill
To refer to him as a husband. It took
A cellar full of merlot to ban that chill.

Inattention was the mistake I made;
Out of muslin bags we draw marmalade.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Inattention was the mistake I made.
Inattention was the mistake I created.
Inattention was the mistake I materialised.

Sonnet #89 by FisherKingKQJ

Through my life a sandtwister of feeling
Swept upon reading the last e mail
From my ex, stirring thoughts to wheeling,
Images of an older him began to assail.
The first two e mails began to regale
The good times which I'd queasily recall,
I woke up to guilty feelings which entail
A secret tryst or rendez vous, a squall
Of excited feelings which cast a pall
On my extant, habitual relationship.
About to write where did he get the gall,
I deleted my last block, paste and snip.
He stormed my tardy e mails passion lacked,
But I wished he hadn't lamely backtracked.

{3D interactive chorus:}

He stormed my tardy e mails passion lacked.
He stormed my tardy e mails passion missed.
He stormed my tardy e mails passion wanted.