sonnet 18.10.07

sonnet 18.10.07.
My foetus on cat scan through stethoscope
Was smiling happy bobbing from her cord
My bitch breasts full protruded hard as board
Ached solemnly with birth Id somehow cope
I was numb stung by epidural dope
My slit was shorn bald and hygiene underscored
White rubber gloves engagingly explored
The midwife gave my navel one last grope
To lighten things I let my husband browse
Hed immersed himself the last trimester
Presence welcome anxious did he pester
Caesarean in play I began to rouse
The baby plus her afterbirth lump sum
I worried whether Id smile laugh or come

Chorus

o sum
o lot
o total

fatalism

The script kept shrinking till it looked like it was going to be a one act play then it started growing again to full play length after which it looked like a decent demo that might be a couple of drafts off a work of art.
KQJ

sonnet 28.6.13.
You need the nous to save your pretty face
You might just trade up tiers and take a god
Just give me better looking boy the nod
Adonis like Ill pose beau him replace
I can read your mind youre a classic case
As you cant quite quit older tracks youve trod
My suave and witty ways for you arent odd
What you regret is envying his warm grace
As you broke off from him its your mishap
Theres no way you can get with him again
And you cant summon him by finger snap
It bodes if you cling more youll languish bane
Drop nostalgia your by halves behaviour
If your true self then Im your savvy saviour

Chorus

o behaviour
o gesture
o mannerism

The script has been uploaded as 220 emails and each sits beautifully on a mobile phone screen the shape and size of a playing card.  The next phase is funding.  :) :0 :) Whos betting against us?

The script is a benchmark for the rest.  Its a case of fourth time lucky.
A new class of submarine, a type of mini sub appeared in the meantime,
something that could fit and be sectioned on a theatre stage.

sonnet #1,667

You must've loved someone who was plain bad
News once, and cried, and gone and grabbed some more,
The pain appeals, as when he can adore
You mostly - slightly meanly make you sad.
You've watched a hundred sunsets, fun times had
The ninety nine times - yet one he calls a bore,
It's stuck so scathingly, to make you sore-
He's tender otherwise, a scumbag tad.
You'll draw him up and dote, you'll praise him well-
He'll slap you down to brink of welt or bruise-
He's no fresh dust speck dredged from oyster shell-
His love is right and raw and rare, no ruse.
The grain he gives you next is good as gold,
Shapes worth as much as massive else on hold.

(Chorus)

o gold
o platinum
o silver

sonnet #1,666

My love self frozen whole, it plain appears,
And packed in memories for monument,
Through earth's small black hole bagged in water went,
Expanding wedge like, forcing one side fears.
Glass fibres have been fused yard thick on gears
And racks, tectonic plates are thereby rent,
And lava moulded loops from ocean vent
Are stretched in place to dampen seismic shears.
The world has since emerged remade a ball,
Inside out land crust panels, fogs and seas
Of water spout from its cool, concentric squall,
Its black hole, where swell, fabled timelords freeze.
Iced down to that black hole as hard gene dust,
Amnesiac, I've addressed my darling's trust.

(Chorus)

o dust
o grit
o powder

sonnet #1,665

At times I thresh out life defining themes,
I note in nicotine and change in weight
There's little worth, they're terminally late
Among cross outs and blots in reams and reams.
I'll envy equals, loiter long daydreams
Begrudging one bloke's gorgeous nose or pate,
Another's social skills, which animate,
Another's style, airs, grace and money streams.
Till I touched upon your face the future
The feature perfect, near bland, unique yet,
Seamless if in areas styled by suture,
My eyesight was nought but a blinkered bet.
My heart rests with you my pretty pretty
Throughout zooming zones of nittygritty.

(Chorus)

o pretty
o handsome
o gorgeous

sonnet #1,664

You're not elusive when in lucid dreams
I make you come and go as you aim please,
Augmented reality will frame and freeze
Your means, impose back on you stuff which seems.
The yogis yanked me this way their sha themes,
I know you well enough, ignore your tease;
I validate ultraviolet light beams,
They strobe from your eyes, snuff me out disease.
I've shouldered early hours and double shifts,
I've nodded off when sent on coffee breaks,
You're superimposed there for both our sakes,
Your arms hug me, once more, and my heart lifts.
Now cradled peace, I crash out, pass away,
Accepting pastures wherein we shall play.

(Chorus)

o away
o distanced
o gone

sonnet #1,663

Gave him a hundred notes so he'd get lost,
Which came off well, he being the gigolo,
Embryonic, cornered, fathomed, good to go,
And she the babe seen precious yet small cost.
Her fair, young features froze as cold as frost,
I wasn't her type when attracting woe,
Her fingers withdrew from mine warm blood flow,
I spawned white knight that she could kneel engrossed.
Statue-like she stood and talked contrary,
She needed now on, her own nodding knave,
I spawned against odds small time slick wage slave,
Wondered if I'd ever please her wary.
Conjured enthroned, she thawed, she primped to please,
I lay my gargoyle head on her stiff knees.

(Chorus)

o please
o delight
o gratify

sonnet #1,662

The warm spring shower rain drips through helmet slits,
As we cheer down the old stink filled subway,
Below railway tracks, over motorway,
Pull up at heaps of broken bottle bits.
From mouldy walls to mesh fence long grass knits
Addressed by scrawled tags, cryptic ego spray,
There we lift our bikes over, cross okay,
I field her friendly girlish giggle fits.
Afar, drab pedestrians club as they will,
Rain glistens glow in her cheeks glamorous;
Bikes kicked stands, kisses quick, it's such a thrill,
Her sportsbra outline stiffens amorous.
We mount our steel and aluminium steeds,
Jink bollards; tread scored ramp to lower gears cedes.

(Chorus)

o steeds
o ponies
o horses

sonnet #1,661

He's got brawn, the brains are mine, yours beauty,
So we can pull off a cashed out caper,
Mammon take the tax, excise, and duty,
We'll kiss mountainously minted paper.
All you'll need do is talk fairly fruity,
Such home dwellers down to owners taper,
Easing them a mortgage moral duty,
Kids' well being, the social conscience scraper.
Rag the mad bull market, rort the rocket,
Grit your wisdom teeth, and gnash your molars,
Ponzi points in your waist coat fob pocket,
Short those syphilitic scab bipolars.
My brains terminate on timely pension,
Kids, you make the mess through rank dissension.

(Chorus)

o pension
o benefit
o annuity

sonnet #1,660

So you say you love me only dearly,
That she's a nervous, needy good old friend,
That her soft words to her own loyal man wend,
I believe you, dear, entirely nearly.
That first time I spied you courted clearly,
We fought, you put your foot in it by end,
Saying, long term, boy and girl platonic tend,
Saying, like minded mates as one live merely.
I get her nuisance nuance - she'd go out grab
Someone else's true love; she's man crazy,
She'd keep a wish list, I'd bet, tick a tab,
Handsome hunk on you, with her bloke hazy.
Embraced, embarrassed by her, all a bluff,
I blush imagining you two snug buff.

(Chorus)

o bluff
o manner
o pose

sonnet #1,659

Dress me down voodoo vixen, kick up a stink,
Keep small change on that old liquor loan,
Your sympathetic magic works a wink,
Or finger snap, then you your spells intone.
My crowd exclude us, lately they disown,
Yet I'm much happier than you'd ever think,
And frenemies affirm the legba link-
With laughs behind their hands, else they groan.
A zombie I might just be, who's to judge?
Stamped, my right foot by her boot was broken,
The achilles tendon snapped, as token
She signed the plaster cast with lipstick smudge.
My voodoo vixen's hickeys are like hives,
She deals me dead legs, too, my heart revives.

(Chorus)

o hives
o lumps
o welts

sonnet #1,658

Mosaics lined this medressa called Sher Dor,
In pixels slinked the legendary pride,
They looked more like wild tigers, closely eyed,
By tigons, ligers, time lords place much store.
Royal hand maid or kidnapped young Silk Road whore?
In caravanserai plied side by side?
Tired merchants mating, nightly open wide?
The fresco fragments secrets which I live for.
A flake of fresco filled my genie jar
With painter chromosomes, the odd stem cell,
Out welled my guide and fellow ne'er do well
And sped me forth to my love's neat bone scar.
My love and I and ibises, wade flats,
The yin and yang sinkhole twirl inks our hats.

(Chorus)

o flats
o deltas
o plains

sonnet #1,657

Should blowflies breeze past bad ass Beelzebub
I like to spritz them swift a scented whiff
Of daisy essence poison, not as if
I couldn't flourish without their odd flub.
The camel lumps in larders, nub and nub,
And swings a route with grit, he serves as skiff
Of desert dunes, a carbon foot print whiff,
He never poops or pees more than a tub.
I won't miss predator groomed parasites,
I could live without crowding fish and fowl,
Or tigers who are poached the while they prowl
Disease infiltrated by mindless mites.
Heavens, where I'd hail your sensual frisson,
There I'd feed on sunlight streamed by fission.

(Chorus)

o frisson
o buzz
o charge

sonnet #1,656

Too late to burble sorry, beg reprieve,
I should've said it straight off yesterday,
Perhaps it will just blow past come what may,
Perhaps she'll grant me grace soon, by your leave.
Yes, call it passing fumble, else a peeve
In progress, peg it dreamy dropped relay,
Against my future fine acts a-okay,
I'll wait in silence and let my heart grieve.
Tell, when do misdemeanours sum as sin?
And when do sins in their turn snowball crime?
Too late to estimate who'll lose, who'll win
Against a quirk of character this time.
I've learnt and lumbered so much on minor aches,
It may or may not go to big heatbreaks.

(Chorus)

o aches
o pains
o vexations

sonnet #1,655

Catch that upbeat chick starting her singsong,
Another whistles worries shoo away,
Another honies her call centre sway,
Another sighs you sainthood all along.
Catch that close friend babe nodding right or wrong,
Another bides your look, winks she'll obey,
Another primps hair through a pure sun ray,
Another hugs safe harbour, no dingdong.
Yet soon enough your nice looks shall fade,
As gravity asserts you sluggish sag,
You'll lose the sweet fairweather mates you've made,
You won't read such a brilliant boy to bag.
Such you'll regret at your and my steep cost-
I'll carry you sick, bruised or trouble tossed.

(Chorus)

o cost
o expense
o price

sonnet #1,654

White stephanaoitis sprays framed my white veil,
I clutched and seethed at my white satin muff;
I browsed the best man pulling his sharp cuff,
The organ rang a stave as if a scale.
He could on second thought embarrassed bail,
The midnight call from me deemed curious stuff;
Through gritted teeth he'd groaned he'd seen enough,
We'd meet at the altar, whole and hale.
I'd pressed my petticoat flush over hoops,
My white satin gown ribbed stiff that blunder;
Emotive mother, sis and I loopy loops,
Photographer catching stuff asunder.
One another till one day we perish,
Charmed, we vowed to honour love and cherish.

(Chorus)

o cherish
o sustain
o treasure

sonnet #1,653

We've hit a steep or snaky learning curve,
Elusive skills of compromise prove key;
If I go preempt adrenalin, and fight or flee,
Then he might just conjure a telling swerve.
On my own life he posted me to perv
Distorted tentatively trite and twee;
He'd joking squeezed me soft that others see,
My vacuous views he volumnised with verve.
Where our respectful per se purity?
Why do I mill around his morbid mood?
Why does he clamour insecurity?
Why does he calm me then go clanging crude?
I stare him down, him kick under any table,
When in life and love I'm more than able.

(Chorus)

o table
o bench
o desk