sonnet What I get told

What I get told by males at times rings true
Analysis from media wont much reveal
Nor does the first hand anecdote give due
Bare stuff babes surely think or really feel
The source best tapped is only truly you
When no babe sane will fudge blab rat or squeal
I read between lines treasure nothing new
I eavesdrop earnestly and guess whats real
A natural look chick else china doll
A furious face or mask of mild reserve
Her spontaneity proves its worth the perv
Her meaner facets may be troll or moll
The only thing in common love of kitsch
Ill buy a brushoff brusque from any bitch
Chorus kitsch kitsch kitsch

Youre blowing out seven

Youre blowing out seven stockpiled nights in lieu
Your best girl friend waits shes a nurse as well
Youre worried that youll catch a cliquey crew
You might alight on doctors parallel
Youre free of fractured bones and barnyard flu
And other critical things buzz or bell
You watch time whizzing by you must pursue
A touch of entertainment glitz and gel
You undulate together duck and dart
Across the flat revolving floor join arms
You claim it no resolving door of qualms
You pass the point where other folk now start
Your girl friend teeters on her tall wedge shoes
Comes right your heels stiletto break and bruise
Chorus shoes footwear clogs

sonnet He certainly acts good

He certainly does good to my dear girl
She needs one first and last intriguing flame
Reports from spies as well tell much the same
Her blush and beam suggest a heady whirl
He opens doors wide just for her Id hurl
He buys her tops off rack its rather tame
Hes often right and yet she bandies blame
Hell kiss her quiet her lips the cruelest curl
I got my girl a grand engagement ring
I fenced in fiancee sunk by freak in offs
I suffered scepticsm the many scoffs
Her practised smile a purely pearly thing
He wants a wedding doled by dowry just
His loot is lavished on her my disgust
Chorus trust custody sanctuary

sonnet It took a while

It took a while but I became aware
That hes an airbrushed god whos rendered real
That finely featured Ethiope stands ideal
That whitewashed mud bricks mean blue eyes blonde hair
It took a while but I engaged the glare
Of plants who can think copulate and feel
Just like the livestock whore dumbed down a meal
Yes Satan sets the world his sparkling snare
These must be early days for early man
He reaches weakly out to white sha light
To planets waterbound to fix his plight
Knowing endless solar power the master plan
His eyes are twinkling photons they express
Bright levity next hell bioluminesce
Chorus express articulate utter

sonnet She is seen whole

She is seen whole a former part time whore
Youd never guess that from her draped on dress
Like me you dont peek pinch or rudely pore
You find her finely charming nonetheless
A woman whos kept by the wealthiest bore
In salons once she swept floors tinted tress
She waited tables took on any chore
The pants to clean and dry the shirts to press
A hint about cash one cant have too much
And shell shocked dictators are undersold
Shes stuck a family and spouse on hold
For that exclusive shoulder bag or clutch
Its hard to figure her out what went wrong
Now most what matters is she gets along
Chorus wrong bad off

sonnet Again Ive chimed okay

Again Ive chimed okay the first rate fake
My eyes down cast catch pretty sweaty palms
My gentle voice comes off devoid of qualms
A fabulous old friendship seems at stake
I tick the liberties you often take
I rule out drugs the drag you dont need alms
If glossing over soothes it soon embalms
The morbid mind embraces any wake
Anomaly this is a bud Ill nip
It bulges upward patience proves me just
Ive got to monitor you get a grip
Of paranoid and tremulous mistrust
In kind youre fed your furtive bodycheck
Of babe I love her naked knees and neck
Chorus check read scan

sonnet After all this time

After all this time in given glosses
Of how to say youre sorry flaw to fore
Youve gradually raised guard and tallied score
You refund the fun I lump the losses
Was my tidy list of ticks and crosses
In retrospect I sense you did abhor
Impassioned polarised forever more
You divined the turns with coins in tosses
Youll say a sorry thats too eloquent
For huge unprecedented life mistakes
Your conscience cold its woozy while it wakes
Ill say a sorry curtly sorrows pent
Do make of my expressions more a mite
Ill rectify your stinginess all right
Chorus might bit tad

sonnet A sun blessed day

A sun blessed day this harmless heart was had

You crushed fine into cookie dough five tokes
I took the shortcut bridge to buy you smokes
A summer shower assailed it seared me mad
Ive kept the coughs in reefers only glad
And truth exclaimed you tarnish laidback folks
You have to get your way you have to coax
Our mellow buzz the cabbage tastes not bad
You growl against more global warming loud
Somehow you let my trip sound palaver
Over rolling pin and stove you slaver
You claim topdressing light planes seed trail cloud
The blinding brief cloudbreak coursed acid rain
Across my closed upturned eyelids etched pain
Chorus rain downpour showers

sonnet 9.12.13.

The cheval looking glass is chamoisd chic
A skylight mirrored monster last appears
As nightlight painted pretty boy glowing weak
And few can see the fingerprint white smears
You lend a cause to stairwell landing creak
Youre allin ailed by alligator tears
Her passing fast asleep has framed you bleak
You probe the past and lean on random jeers
You leered her lingerie the evening last
Your fellow feeling met head on her scorn
You ladle mischief on you try and mourn
The mirror captures smooth sky overcast
You look your lesser self a whining wretch
You ruminate death rankled wrinkles etch
Chorus wretch profligate scoundrel

sonnet 8.7.13.

As hes so busy we must bide apart
I see him once or twice or not whole weeks
Theyre quality times though and each one speaks
Of old romance that courtly cryptic art
We go to movies then a good pie cart
We rent a room which grossly reeks and creaks
The off white wallpaper peeled back by leaks
His eyes look shyly off they dive and dart
One day hell love me back hell field that knack
He says I score higher than his dear mother
Not a single clue of crumpet other
Than little old me indicates no lack
His inhuman reticence befuddles
Curiously then he initiates cuddles
Chorus befuddles confuses exasperates

sonnet 8.6.13.

Yes hes a gambler quitting while ahead
Yet hes a saver stashing cash iron clad
Yes hes a saint who simply goads you glad
Yet hes a ruler knocking rivals dead
Yes he obeys none hes gut feeling led
Yet he awaits my whinge to mumble mad
Yes he lends his ear when Im sobbing sad
Yet he speaks his mind so intent is read
I know his face is flawed by forehead line
That hed assist the beggars on the street
I know his clothes are wrinkle free and fine
That hed tip large notes where he booked to eat
Ive faith in fancied stuff Im fatalist
And if hes deemed a god he does exist
Chorus fatalist determinist puppet

sonnet.8.6.13.

Yes hes a gambler quitting while ahead
Yet hes a saver stashing cash iron clad
Yes hes a saint who simply goads you glad
Yet hes a ruler knocking rivals dead
Yes he obeys none hes gut feeling led
Yet he looks to me to feel out a fad
Yes he lends his ear when Im sobbing sad
Yet he speaks his mind so intent is read
I know hed care and lend his precious time
And shift an old man shouldered kerb from street
Know his clothes are kept wrinkle free and fine
That hed tip large notes where he went to eat
Ive faith in fancy stuff Im fatalist
And if hes deemed a god he does exist
Chorus fatalist determinist puppet

sonnet 8.5.13.

You gave your all to him yet he just left
You werent a weight of woe to drag low down
Last time you fussed he wore a furrowed frown
Those fine days hinged on him on signal heft
Days on no sign of him youre so bereft
You pack in mothballs white your pink ball gown
You fetch the frumpiest baggies black and brown
You wish you hated him his dodges deft
Please let me light a candle down this hole
Your hour of horrid grief is out of whack
If others whove embarked on rigmarole
Of broken hearts can heal climb back on track
Yes weep a while your love now dead now free
Youll land a lovely man whos born to be
Chorus free clear loose

sonnet 8.4.13.

She curtly called my smile a smarmy smirk
It fielded me an over friendly face
It drove my patient kind and droll pals beserk
My knees knocked on the icy bluff embrace
Lifes deep pain caused this overglossing quirk
I thought a toothy smile left no foul trace
I judged with jealousy I coasted work
I craved approval caught short just in case
Six faces peer out down the totem pole
A very complicated me they make
All true including that one touched with ache
The gauche and blunt one bent on rigmarole
I catch my smiles I chase them back what cheer
And play that down and let self love endear
Chorus cheer joy delight

sonnet 8.12.13.

She crashed her car across a trunk and branch
It cracked a collar bone and broke an arm
The horn set off I hollered huge alarm
A milestone or so from the mountain ranch
I heard the glaciers groan in niche and tranche
They seemed to echo my unspoken qualm
I held it best they legalise self harm
The light of day brought on an avalanche
I climbed out of that car wreck less reckless
I huddled hurt behind a grey stone wall
I discerned the sledding folk less feckless
I prayed snap frozen by that icy pall
Her demons didnt step forth didnt speak
I struggled buried by loosed snow whole week
Chorus speak talk utter

sonnet 7.4.13.

As your lips speak my lips do mimic mute
Exactly what youre saying although it stings
To figure sense reinforced my cringe acute
The charge that fabulous you cut short flings
So what if they deride you thick skinned brute?
As lovestruck girls go none more closely clings
Than I do sisterly droll born astute
You rally on my nervous small hand wrings
Take me as I am I dress pretty plain
I just lick the lip of beautys chalice
Im direct and have no hand in malice
My fancy friends affront they wont remain
I could never love you locked in fetters
I dont need those self appointed betters
Chorus fetters cuffs manacle

sonnet 7.10.13.

You know youre bred a bad samaritan
You help a man who never shows remorse
You wont let his odd humour run its course
You rank his victim valid alsoran
Inverted snob with some hush purchase plan
You never out yell him youd end up hoarse
You nod uncoordinated clumsy force
You lump his load you lend him life your span
You hang your head a time you hear pals rob
You buzz off homeless folk if they but beg
You wring your hands a time you watch pals dob
You bid town square sad clowns to break a leg
Your cold heart ever finds a phony need
A psychopath and elbow room agreed
Chorus cause purpose reason

sonnet 5.11.13.

I slumped sick thoroughly ambivalent
Around my painful pals and relatives
All riddles filtered flaws the silt through sieves
Consumed by problems probably age pent
That you and I met once was simply meant
You boy who builds against me girl who gives
You sensed me cipher one who barely lives
I doubled down put down I didnt vent
As my self image rated pretty poor
The narrow shoulders down to knobbly knees
I let you ruin me via unlatched thick door
I helped all folk in need I propped to please
A swollen third world child who thinks of cake
A phantom pregnancy or empty ache
Chorus cake bun loaf

sonnet 4.6.13.

We both come off rebound we both act glad
We should help more one another out
Aside the happy times weve lately had
He does so little useful dodging doubt
His neediness and mine a mountain add
His story summons from the soul a bout
Of melancholy I just might go mad
If I should tell my girlfriends by chance tout
Theres furthermore residual pain I feel
I give folks lots and get so little back
And none loves me as me its what Id crack
My ways apparently just dont appeal
Exhausted helping folks I hardly move
I suffer trapped in this tight gloomy groove
Chorus move travel wander

sonnet a.5.13.

I bite my lip I strike my brow then cry
You break my heart in being just who you are
I shouldve sooner said we live a lie
Youre only all right looked on from afar
If things and thoughts are fine I could yet sigh
The fear I feel not let it mix and mar
The memories of good and bad times bye
I should lay olive oil on vinegar
When doors close on your back I draw relief
I let my hair go loose myself again
Its not your fault the petrifying huge pain
My secret viewpoint plain invests with grief
To thrill you asks for thanklessly hard work
I leave you richer its my queasy quirk
Chorus work labour toil