sonnet #1,650

She traipsed a few steps walking on her palms,
Red ankles on her butt, her black gymn pants;
The passing partygoers were quiet with qualms,
As pigtails slid through new mown grass, mere glance.
I lingered lost in her too obvious charms,
And crushed a can, I took a cross armed stance;
Two chicks mugged then, murmured mock up in arms,
I seethed those skinny arms, that show off prance.
How was this girl I longed for, longed to meet,
Of whom I dreamed, on dares or acting cheap,
Cool intellectual beauty? Bar a peep -
How was I first deceived by some such sweet?
I drove you home long way round, at leisure,
Walked the fine line tipsy, took your measure.

(Chorus)

o leisure
o discretion
o recognisance

sonnet #1,649

Godog ex machina deigns me your serf,
In name and title just a triumphant knight,
To pleasant living you have peer born right,
My steed can only stroke at such firm turf.
I couldn't chasten you as you hold court,
I couldn't guide your quill with my gauntlet fist
Through your hornbook's most favoured folk short list,
Insert my name vowing bullying last resort.
We count ourselves untouched by dread black death,
We meander over mirroring still moat,
You under veil, I under crossed surcoat,
Up bailey stairs you billow filtered breath.
The garrison few can yet wage your whim,
My sombre servitude to you my hymn.

(Chorus)

o whim
o caprice
o gambit

sonnet #1,648

I thought I'd had enough of their oozed wiles,
And flagrant feminine ways, myriad moods,
The fundamental bickering and feuds,
How can I view attractive what reviles?
Sometimes I trade off from whatever riles,
Somehow my bright outlook downright deludes,
I join the primping, plumping gang of pseuds,
Defer prognosis, fossick superficial smiles.
Yes, there's always that one abiding bitch
Who courts my brain with her exclusive laugh,
Or timorous idiosyncratic twitch,
That cute chick who's too clever just one half.
It's bitter chocolate embellished sweet,
I'd back out bowing, now, as we broadly meet.

(Chorus)

o sweet
o mellow
o treacly

sonnet #1,647

I've conquered love, I don't yet covet might,
In moments spare it sinks down, weighs a ton,
It maddens me gone plumb, since pyrrhic won,
I don't ask round, you can bet she's all right.
Half-formed gut parasites long freed of sight,
And giant moths dollied down off-brown and dun,
And radiant plankton well nigh sprung of sun,
And backward panthers bordering the night.
Indigenous malnourished folk cum dwarves,
And homeless hobos who retire in squats,
And vacant ship girls who invade the wharves,
And tribes lost who swear by long bow long shots.
Old love grows less fierce, yet it never dies,
It swells that niche of neither lows or highs.

(Chorus)

o dies
o croaks
o expires

sonnet #1,646

That time then you and I were near unique,
I didn't see you my immortal muse,
From mild familiars shall I try recuse,
The other lover interlopes to pique.
Accessorised a cinch, you spring mystique,
He raises your dress code, a standard ruse,
Enthuses basic hairstyle, dress, and shoes,
He leans on you when you aspire to chic.
Beneath a microscope you're more diverse,
I view you water ice, inviting schism,
Then sunlit jelly standing gnomon prism,
Then anti-atoms, other universe.
He over scrutinises your skite,
Your foe couch fade, sheer ultraviolet light.

(Chorus)

o skite
o boast
o claim

sonnet #1,645

I whipped his arse the one quick beach towel flick,
And got him back for his rough chinese burn;
He shot my shins an under bench quick kick
For dropping ice cubes down his back, poor return.
We laughed and cringed upon each trick and tic
Far, far, too long, when he'd so much to learn,
We fiddled gender frisson, didn't click,
Let juvenile delinquencies adjourn.
The humble water cooler, water jug
And teapot hold as my informants' hub,
His foibles, sayings and schedules form the nub
Of girl chat I wedge him in, he the mug.
Which old chick is the dozy boy pursuing?
And what's the news and what's he up and doing?

(Chorus)

o pursuing
o chasing
o hunting

sonnet #1,644

Discrepancies in her true story since
Thrust me such mental anguish, cast a pall,
They work emotions, I try not to wince,
I feel old friends turn fiends, abet my fall.
The sure handshake and soft back taps convince-
I've been tricked by a pro with gallant gall,
As backstabbing looks forth, at hindsight hints,
I'd much prefer a freezing cold stonewall.
One is genteel, olde world nice mannered, warm,
One is exuberant, then raw, no blot,
One is adroit and dainty, on the dot,
One is inclusive, transcending the norm.
Friends with fanciful and fancied fellows,
I keep smirking, envy slowly mellows.

(Chorus)

o fellows
o blokes
o men

sonnet #1,643

Just wince me this behaviour, which is odd,
Or symptomatic, that girl boy thing,
My eyes relieve of tears, of senseless sting,
My heart awaits assurance, if slipshod.
A knowing quick look, or shrug or nod
Would liberate it, balm it, some peace bring,
To hormone hell, adrenalin I cling,
The menstruals worn off, weighted down, or cod.
My heart is clenched, a fist in its ribcage,
I hold my breath, turn blue, I yield to you,
My sacrifices culminate a slew,
I crave you, cavegirl, when assumed assuage.
On knees, as mustered, your experiment,
You've washed away my wiles, it's eminent.

(Chorus)

o experiment
o test
o verify

sonnet #1,642

I mumble under my breath while she slinks
Across the kerb, yes, what a charming chick,
The honey bob and jean shorts, mark no trick,
I'm her white knight, it's unbeknownst, methinks.
I pray to Christ this living saint or sphinx
Will enter my life, freely my heart pick,
I'd like to learn what makes her truly tick,
I'd love to meet her mind, her inner minx.
All heaven sent gifts, hygiene, spas and health,
As her fine skin and hair and clothes are clean,
My head is turned by her apparent wealth
And easy walk, the twinge of youth between.
Well, she looks right through me for miles on miles,
I make as much of her as quick half smiles.

(Chorus)

o miles
o feet
o yards

sonnet #1,641

Will he land her? will he now criss the match?
I've reeled him out, no rearguard rescue search,
And called the girlfriends, baited him fine catch,
I'm sure he'll be scuppered, they won't besmirch.
I know she only wants kids by the batch,
I know she only nods a ring in church,
I know she only sees a thick black thatch,
I know she only picks from status perch.
The war of sexes draws on battles done,
The game is clued up, munted battleships,
He's sunk on more than mapping luscious lips-
These girls are farthest friends, in sum as one.
He'll feel me out as squarely stuff I'm not,
Infer me one long slow burn fuse white hot.

(Chorus)

o not
o nicht
o nyeh

sonnet #1,640

The willing scapegoats who then bluff their power,
The pundits who first cloud their crystal balls,
The magnates who still manage whiskey sour,
The goofy gangsters who line gilded palls.
No difference then, if I cuss or cower,
Or conk out, one too many bar-room brawls,
The world's a floating turd or lily flower,
El nino greenhouse gas enforcing squalls.
Or, maybe myopia is the better game,
With zest for you, dear, I should zero in,
You are my heaven, a homespun heroine,
And maybe trivial trials aren't ever lame.
So, let's escape, to daily living yield,
We're useless, yearn in love, that's our best shield.

(Chorus)

o yield
o capitulate
o surrender

sonnet #1,639

The narrow concrete lane between homes wends
Past your old second storey chimney stacks,
In anti-cycling stiles begins and ends,
Hedge overgrown, it seeds dry grass in cracks.
I'm lost now without you, my life rends
No joie de vivre, feels shanty towns and shacks,
Too late to shake the clock or make amends,
A ghost of you this hapless heart now tracks.
The weekend party was the main event
For me and less you, which I can now see,
Exams and job prospects swerved you free,
To sweet you there was more than making rent.
Wild branches pushed away spring back in place
And trigger tears as they strike through my face.

(Chorus)

o place
o location
o site

sonnet #1,638

I sought to see the loser, waged a whim,
At leisure, so doing I could take good stock,
There was a soothing silliness round him,
I felt impelled to patronise or mock.
I sat at stage left primping, pretty prim,
They'd smirked him either muscleman or jock,
I'd sussed that pickup, pudgy arms not trim-
Was it wry anecdotes cussed or knock-knock?
As he told his jokes, with abandoned pride,
My eyes moistened knowing his future furtive;
He was young as I, and swell assertive,
I shrank, I couldn't heckle him or hide.
I found his candour corny, meant to sway,
He was just what I wanted, my dismay.

(Chorus)

o sway
o draw
o magnetise

sonnet #1,637

They're my hard candy cane, lick beyond a bite,
They're my sour licorice, sweet lemon gum,
They're my cake iced, cubes of turkish delight,
They're my cheese cream, its bed of biscuit crumb.
They're my pavlova tiered, each twirl a flight,
They're my scoop, icecream raisins flavoured rum,
They're my eggnog, sipped as last thing at night,
They're my fruit toffee'd, apple, peach or plumb.
Your lips are lush, that's whether glazed or glossed,
I can't engage enough when kissing them
In broad daylight, my inhibitions lost,
Just give me your hot tongue, or your sweet phlegm.
Kiss, honey, ladle on your treacle treat,
We're peered by people, alley, lane, else street.

(Chorus)

o treat
o gift
o present

sonnet #1,636

Motion sensor console gambling satires,
Three sad clowns, gray, grey shades, tatty attires.
Old stage two geezer goosed his walking frame
Up closer, nodding acquaintance his aim,
Vote buying prime ministers of endless past
Passed front of his eyes, slide show ghosts aghast.
Armchair sports fan put right a kick which stunk,
Viewed double slomo, and fast forward drunk-
His avatar backed scored a sweet own goal,
Converted jab of heel, no rigmarole.
A draughtsman far side of this world drew
Caricatures inspired, no one he knew,
A likeness near side of this world, luck
Did have it, at his twin a headbutt struck.

(Chorus)

o attires
o clothes
o garments

sonnet #1,635

She was vain, that is, you'd just think my type,
A narcissist for loving bonds as pellmell
As anyone in any mane or stripe
Where society's rank mutual fictions swell.
She'd nod my worries merely trifling tripe,
The while part yawn, on her own worries dwell-
Who could accuse her, spit her guttersnipe?
This was perspective plumped, not kiss and tell.
Perspective wasn't her strong suit, spelt rude,
And read post mortem - she removed grey hair,
Waxed her whiskers, at surgery would sneer,
Was hung up on bra sizes flexed by food.
I'm looking out for girls who yearning yawn
Their lives in vain on vain men, beg off brawn.

(Chorus)

o yawn
o dilate
o gape

sonnet #1,634

Seems hardly yesterday that young I fell
In love so easily by grand degrees,
My heart would race on, and my ribcage swell,
My eyes would idolise, my kneecaps freeze.
I've never ever waged since then so well,
I've ever never been so prepped to please,
As then I loved a tomcat tortoiseshell
Or babies bandied cross my bouncing knees.
Boy's gaze lingers, then my lashes flutter,
Boy's candid compliment, I'll thank and thank,
A first date kiss and my poor brain goes blank,
Understanding little which he'll utter.
Such is my valour, joie de vivre and vim
I wend from boy to boy, my love a whim.

(Chorus)

o vim
o ebullience
o gusto

sonnet #1,633

I was so wrong to reckon this love pure
And matchless, and earmark it good as done,
To flatter you, when options felt lots fewer-
How was I meant to gauge a thing begun?
For cursory eye glances rhymes aren't cure,
My dear, these sonnets stacked by gross, by ton,
Each laboured as if last, might long endure,
Each far off scrawls profligate, sweatless won.
Not so long ago, dear, I'd have given
My right arm up for this exquisite rut
This subordinate life diary driven,
The lithe outlines of your knees, arms and butt.
Sweeter lines inspired now, written later,
Greatest love I had for you now greater.

(Chorus)

o later
o after
o post

sonnet #1,632

I reached for words down clusters, under roots
Of etymology, down aeons past past,
On halo, heal, hole, helium my eyes cast,
On halo, hollow, its disc and ring offshoots.
I thought of sha-light starlight, cartoon smiles
On happy suns, exhaled grey cloudy breath,
At sunrise staring straight at life and death-
Did sun transmit rare water stretched for miles?
The night we hit on deuced bouncing hail,
White dice cubes seeming cut from twinkling stars,
I worshipped avidly our avatars,
And praised hard spoken ice flukes of comet tail.
World overcrowding, it's thin earth crust,
Sha's engineered balm, streams of stellar dust.

(Chorus)

o crust
o layer
o shell

sonnet #1,631

I'm so in love with you, that's so to speak,
My hand can't hold yours, it might sweat and shake,
The talk might trail off, while my heart might break,
Of own accord, say we two club unique.
A lick of lips, a wry pout sure can wreak,
You've got that quaint inflected voice quake,
And touching fingers, friendliest feint uptake-
I shouldn't look so close, that too goes chic.
No, it's much worthier that I look elsewhere
And try and see us as others see us,
A foolish fellow making furtive fuss
About a beautiful girl, here nor there.
If you can't love me, I'll die, I'll respawn,
Then I'll evade, avail my sad heart torn.

(Chorus)

o respawn
o regenerate
o revive