sonnet #1,608

I dodged you near the altar, dreamt in doze,
Not thinking through, awoke a minute late,
My feelings fancy flooding drowned our date
And hour, as we'd got wise great friends, small foes.
I thought our marriage licence might just close
Out stroppy suitors from the chapel gate,
Placate in-laws I by turns love and hate,
Enough guest couples arm in arm, God knows.
I fear your trusting views, kept under veil,
Those blinking eyes I love, your baby face,
Most pretty girls move on in time a trace,
Where darker locks and deeper features scale.
The best man tapped the blacksmith talking shop
Next door, he found me fidgeting, that fop.

(Chorus)

o shop
o boutique
o emporium

sonnet #1,607

Now your mum's foisted you the facts of life,
My daughter, learn the facts of life from dad,
I know that teen years teem with strife
In hormone bursts, I hedge recalling how that's bad.
The world's irrational, and wobbling mad,
I'd rather see you ever some bloke's wife,
Low water mark acknowledged, not a cad,
Enjoying employment, thrown to rigours rife.
We're not your best friends one summer season,
We'd rather love you distanced, nearby dwell,
And not sabotage things, serve up treason
With force, a laughing lax or heckling hell.
But rules are rules, that you do we can't fuss,
Achieve that you now choose, no less than us.

(Chorus)

o fuss
o ado
o clamour

sonnet #1,606

I, Judas, carped that carpentry workshop,
First spied the medical veneer spruce chest
For amputees and scabbers, splint for lop,
Where repetition randomly does wrest.
As Marcus Crassus' error margin crop
Was decimation, Herod-like assessed,
Insurance via consensus census drop,
His sixteen thousand crucified at best.
If snitches say that one survived the boss,
Well, greed does get done glossed, if ever cheap,
And fasting thinned bones can enlarge the leap
When booze numbed brittle, set on skinflint cross.
I've counted crooks who're crucified by nods,
A toss, my waking dreams aware of odds.

(Chorus)

o nods
o bows
o ducks

sonnet #1,605

I felt so heaven blessed tied down to her,
It gave me focus, friendship, flair and fun,
I felt as fiancee then life had begun,
And few too few mates on this would concur.
Not done, I questioned judgement, did I err?
Her viewpoint viewed, was true love too hard won?
Was she too nice to end it sharp or shun?
Was she not blinkered, did her judgement blur?
I fronted up to her with my unhealthy doubts,
I writhed to kiss her either pale, veined wrist,
Her eyes welled sparkling soft with calming tears,
And tremulous dismay appeased her pouts.
She formalised me, checklisted my charms,
She pulled me right down into avid arms.

(Chorus)

o charms
o allures
o delights

sonnet #1,604 and occasional verse

(The following sonnet and verse are divinely
inspired, restricted to persons eighteen years old
and over, and any resemblance to persons
living or dead would be purely coincidental as the
content is fit to the rhyme.)

Philosophy and logic served me well,
And precedent implied that love was cheap,
If rent and food when pooled were priced less steep;
For her for seconds I mulled subprime hell.
But she includes her own bioclock hard sell,
It stays unspoken; I've questioned that a peep;
Am I supposed to pitch intuitive leap?
Is it inspired hand jobs for belly swell?
It hurts that I'm now overwhelmed by her
Craving one true love, which could seem greedy,
As I'd picked her likely least when needy;
Yet she and allied archetypes concur.
The worst of which is this new diet;
Do I shove food off on a kid, but quiet?

(Chorus)

o diet
o menu
o regimen

[Occasional verse]

Doctor drew his wrists together,
Cuffed a newborn kid with tether,
The dubious touch of eyes undoing,
The shame of gouging worth eschewing.
Since, he's queried cute poledancers,
Nurse and copper costumes, answers?

sonnet #1,603

There you pass flaring nostrils flexing air,
On point of blanking me out near point blank,
And you could sniff, too, certify my rank,
That'd be you; well, I wouldn't sigh or care.
Then after satin tailored tight I stare,
Especial seemly seams down either flank
Things could be worse, so wild good luck I thank,
I go through what you said in plumb despair.
A rotten bishop who's self pinned on pawns?
A pawn in zugzwang working worse and worse?
How can I lift the touch it-move-it curse?
Is stalemate sleepless, squared off dusks and dawns?
Or are you bluffing momentous moment?
What's the game in your beguiling foment?

(Chorus)

o moment
o happenstance
o occasion

sonnet #1,602

You're not the nice chick that I see, you seem
The pretty hour glass figure who's great fun,
A spontaneous titter, laugh or smile undone,
Some charitable cares, a thank you theme.
You're sparks of grey nerve cells, ionic eye gleam,
You're hierarchies of nuances down to none,
Reborn quite future proof and piecemeal won,
You're skin and bone shed by the tissue ream.
Evolved by horizontal, rude microbes,
Good fat, bad fat, good germs, bad germs hybrid,
You're genes who've suffered genial viral probes,
Diffused, inverted, time expressed or hid.
Hypnosis perks up your touched proteonome,
And bids you better you, air kissed genome.

(Chorus)

o proteonome
o accomplishment
o deliverance

(Tri-via-log between Jester, parrot and the
alloy chemist.)

Parrot - Take, take, take.
Jester - Forgive my friend, he's only got the
forty most common words to work with.
Alchemist - The ingots are ahead of schedule.
The Barony will have enough food and water
to see out the battle if we get them traded
with our foreign partners.
Parrot - Grab, grab, grab.
Jester - Look at this cream on white cicatrice
multiplication sign the black knight carved
onto my chest while sparing my life. I've got
no credibility beyond serving as a locum
messenger of indifferent tidings. What are
the alloy chemy secrets of those gold ingots,
to quell idle curiousity?
Alchemist - Those ones are lead cases filled
with pure white crumbling gold. These ones
are solid gold in rolled lead and are separated
with mild heating and a crow bar. That lot of
ingots are lead alloyed to gold. At a secret
temperature in the cauldron, the lead separates
out from the gold. As oil sits on top
of vinegar in the picnic dressing jar, so the gold
liquid sits on top the lead liquid in the cauldron.
Jester - I didn't hear or see anything. I know scum
and dregs and nothing in between.
Parrot - Grab, grab, grab.

sonnet #1,601

(Duke Talon among commemorative plates
hung on walls and draped cheval mirrors,
beard overgrown and grey, his clothes dirty,
in a cobweb rid and dusty torture dungeon.)

When darkness meets with sadness, certain things
Look bleak and black, personified and shrunk,
And hair pins seem to hit flagstones a clunk,
And battle worn sword blades seem glaring dings.
When sadness meets with gladness, many strings
Attached, euphoric, impassioned, over junk,
Magnanimous to what had once plain stunk,
Then love flees swift on synedochal wings.
But pupils widen, search a distant spark
Of firefly, moonlit curtains, feintest shine
Or plankton, plangent feelings disembark,
The silver mirrors sort what's me from mine.
And so with no place void of ambient light
There's no place love can't leak in, none in sight.

(Chorus)

o light
o aura
o glow

sonnet #1,597


(a)
(Prince regent wearing small silver binoculars
on a white gold necklace. Red haired peasant
girl in tattered silk smock on a winding dry creek bed
on a battered stover wagon, little draught
unicorns on harness, in distance.)


I owe you oodles, doubly daunting debt
For breathing me alive, yet I can't bask,
It's more than favours paid back, my guess bet,
Surviving coma trauma testing task.
I still attest it best to give and get,
My clued up spies who swear by cloak and mask
Are only martial, Talon's targets met,
To heal your heavy heart not their set ask.
I'll ride to battle boldly down through Bole
With cavalry and camaraderie
And crush Duke Kull's chicanery,
The squad he sends to serve as army whole.
I'll track back then to my one true love, yes,
Or no, if yes, for a wound dress caress.

(Chorus)

o yes
o da
o oui

sonnet #1,598
(a)

(A gruntled peasant and the switch
Lady Looking Glass in the Bole of
Parabolic Mirrors.)

Lady Looking Glass, we're lately leery,
Gossip stories guide the precious pinch of salt,
Duke Kull's unburnished mirrors can't revolt,
Each is selfless, non-reflective eerie.
Sobs aside, my soul is ever teary,
That old blue blood's silver sips are to fault,
Those hoards of healing silver, lock, key, bolt,
He's tinged blueish white as white, there's no query.
Some have defected principles and flee
The racking tortures here, Talon's passive role
Of negligence and voyeurism, the phony plea,
Prefer death clean and quick to dimming soul.
Trust our Baron Talon melancholic
Leant on mist and mirrors parabolic.

(Chorus)

o melancholic
o downcast
o saddened

sonnet #1,569
(b)
(The prince regent croons as he twists
two paddle two way mirrors, one on top
of the other and looks in to see the future.)

I'm peering into crosshatched mirror panes,
I see Kull and Talon tensely shaking hands,
Their gauntlets grasp to balalaika strains,
A narrow, grim alliance in no man lands.
Third party foe have fled, none fierce remains,
A squad of fortune's soldiers now disbands,
In their background a gifting graft tree stands,
On its three branches, swell fruits sapping grains.
The seedless fruit hangs orange, lemon, lime,
And its leaves glossed are tempered evergreen,
And near, child groom and bride are both preteen-
And future, present, past come autumn time.
A blighted crop of spuds now comes to play,
Snap frozen crisp on snowy peaks far away.

(Chorus)

o play
o flutter
o game

sonnet #1,600

You are my latest love and logged in last,
It pains me so to say that I'm not home,
Until late, that I'm working on a tome,
My head is heavy like yours, kept downcast.
Deadlines now loom and what's sad past is past,
So please don't weep the while I madly roam,
The wave is vectored, we but ride the foam,
We've gone through bad luck elsewhere, both aghast.
No worth is worry worked up heart attack
About the world, and its mysterious strife,
Agendas hidden, hindsight there and back,
Or pressure groups or unemployment rife.
I didn't want to write, I crave the cash,
To celebrate you, darling, don't be rash.

(Chorus)

o cash
o folding
o minted

sonnet #1,596


I went out with him, we killed tiresome time,
His own true motives myriad, that I own,
I liked his manners, mannerisms sublime,
He opened double doors for me, me alone.
There were nice pauses punctuated with chime
Or tick tock, ignored buzzes by cell phone,
And mirrors told us partners, pitched our prime,
We tipped - which maitre d' would not condone?
I braved dates out with him to break it off
Before I fell in love and got so rightly hurt,
That's all I was, a fatuous female flirt-
Last time at my doorstep he twitched to cough.
Or so it seemed, as my eyes quickly shut,
His lips on mine hot, his hand round my nut.

(Chorus)

o shut
o blinded
o closed

sonnet #1,595

I play against the sharpest card the One
To win the lowest trick last and save my face
Though quite aware he is a wizard ace
I am in luck as well as love undone
I see him arm in arm in flagrant fun
My lookalike in youth rejects embrace
And quickly combs his locks of grey in place
And worse my wretched change of lifes begun
I see him later when his stem cells seize
His locks are wholly black his brow unlined
She looks a lovely teen untouched at ease
Their hugs are huge their honest kisses kind
I gawk I get my poor nose out of joint
The crystal ball describes a turning point
Chorus joint connection union

sonnet #1,594

A perfect man in my heart lives but who
Hung him on hold I guess Ill never know
All stuff I feel affects to loving so
To speculate on well wish seems taboo
I loved that leg tattoo of light blue hue
The mascot plover swooping high to low
I felt in my cheeks rise a rosy glow
His name as knight I didnt dare pursue
With him to luscious lands Ill soon elope
Well dress in his and hers in satin suits
Well feed on simply freshest scrumptious fruits
Well dust them down with lightest poppy dope
Well live and love light years and years away
And see our honest selves well into play
Chorus away distant off

sonnet #1,593

So pleased that Ive engaged you longest last
Ive gotten nowhere nuzzling choosy chicks
Seeing childhood years gave out just perfect picks
Seeing adult friendships follow money caste
You peer my petrifying and problem past
To future fun your chitchat cheery flicks
In care of kids is where you get your kicks
Your valiant aura positively vast
You wore no mask expecting realists reach
You had a mum and dad screen boys serene
You did your chores youd just iron cook and clean
A humble soul much like me each to each
You abhor hindsight and work a weakness
Foil gold beaten thinner blots out bleakness

sonnet #1,591

A winters noon the sun burns pallid skin
As if its dawning one midsummers day
The spark in your eyes looks to speak win win
It hints at happiness at come what may
I covet your pursed lips and your great grin
My heart beats quicker when Im called okay
The world is wonderful the yang then yin
It would take hell to hate hot you away
Breath clouds by white moon wisps in winter night
Shroud some skinny figure one deadringer
They numb my pale fractured little finger
Its light pink heal mark frostbite blight rasped right
My wind burnt lips pout proud your lips earn
In shifting shadow soft eyes smiles discern
Chorus earn collect obtain

sonnet #1,590

And if he didn't call me clock time due
I'd fall apart in sobs dissolve hack hair
And if he didn't buy me blossoms new
Fortnightly then Id stick the cat a scare
And if he didn't writhe for me or rue
I'd shut myself in curtained past despair
And if he didn't nod to voguish view
I'd cuss in low tones cut him quick with care
That's when I acted weirdly hard to get
I lost a love far more intense than mine
Id feigned disinterest late no design
And buried busy just to sieve and vet
Weeks on when I heard how he liked me lots
How he set me free after joining jots
Chorus lots heaps piles