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2011-05-19T09:53:00.000+10:00

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

2011-05-18T08:46:00.001+10:00

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

2011-05-18T08:12:00.000+10:00

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

2011-05-04T10:18:00.001+10:00

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

2011-05-04T09:40:00.002+10:00

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

2011-04-28T09:55:00.001+10:00

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

2011-04-28T09:32:00.000+10:00

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

2011-04-20T10:57:00.003+10:00

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

2011-04-20T10:24:00.000+10:00

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

2011-04-13T10:05:00.001+10:00

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

2011-04-13T09:27:00.000+10:00

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

2011-04-08T12:04:00.001+10:00

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

2011-04-08T10:38:00.001+10:00

Dear Diary,
I'm having some problems with numbering the sonnets
as there are so many, now. In terms of length, 200 sonnets
equal one full length script. There is a an early draught
of a movie script off line that is going very well.

2011-04-08T10:18:00.001+10:00

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

2011-04-04T10:50:00.004+10:00

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

2011-03-30T09:45:00.021+11:00

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

2011-03-22T08:23:00.002+11:00

sonnet #1,652

My sweet this instance let through commonsense,
On innner life an outer life placed curb;
My love trussed introspection reference,
Distinguished herself from things which disturb.
Her errant thoughts in smirky smiles confluence,
Her brain awash a propaganda blurb,
RNA built, off DNA stuff dense,
And gerunds integrating noun and verb.
You pay lip service when you sense a bust,
And disallow things smoothed, which disappoint;
Incongruities and clockwork out of joint,
You're absent minded, present bodied thrust.
You see me unnerved, with your eyes twinkling,
Your skin tightens round their fine nose wrinkling.

(Chorus)

o twinkling
o coruscating
o shimmering

2011-03-09T10:22:00.003+11:00

sonnet #1,651

In tranquil times I'll sip a cup of tea,
And call to mind the memories of chance,
And meditating, ancient acts enhance,
As breathing is a deed unforced and free.
As memories are muddled, no key
Unlocks their order, secret circumstance;
With underpinning passion tears advance
A gallery of rascals random apogee.
If fragile friends who couldn't ever win,
Are there too, thin skinned, they're inanimate;
Old bullies, frenemies and bad ass kin,
Among deceased forgotten glide and wait.
I don't recall my calling you at all,
If you were first to love, I was to fall?

(Chorus)

o all
o entire
o whole

2011-02-24T10:10:00.004+11:00

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

2011-02-22T11:58:00.003+11:00

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

2011-02-15T12:26:00.003+11:00

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

2011-02-08T14:07:00.005+11:00

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

2011-02-02T10:13:00.004+11:00

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

2011-01-24T10:36:00.003+11:00

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

2011-01-21T12:29:00.005+11:00

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

2011-01-20T09:45:00.005+11:00

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

2011-01-19T15:29:00.002+11:00

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

2011-01-18T14:24:00.003+11:00

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

2011-01-14T11:05:00.002+11:00

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

2011-01-13T11:22:00.003+11:00

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

2011-01-12T09:40:00.007+11:00

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

2011-01-10T10:47:00.003+11:00

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

2010-12-27T09:38:00.003+11:00

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

2010-12-17T11:02:00.006+11:00

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

2010-12-10T08:03:00.002+11:00

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

2010-12-07T14:48:00.003+11:00

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

2010-12-03T08:54:00.002+11:00

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

2010-11-26T09:18:00.004+11:00

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

2010-11-19T09:01:00.002+11:00

sonnet #1,630

Though we're so different, as cheese and chalk,
Excepting code, I'd pine, hang close and stalk,
She ranks the dearest damsel comely clean,
I'll then admire above, at loopholes lean.
She's clever, funny, kind, with gestured grace,
It wholly causes my youthful heart to race;
Inspired at supper, her veil then a shawl,
She coolly breathes air out in her arched hall.
Her steed trots upper bailey smooth flagstones,
And sideways saddled she will toot mot tones;
I waged to wait on her on this stairwell,
But it's in her moat deep eyes that I dwell.
In Lady Gambol's gaze I rest in peace,
There knightly troubles trivialise, then cease.

(Chorus)

o peace
o accord
o serenity

2010-11-11T09:16:00.002+11:00

sonnet #1,629

You slur, yet slander seems outside your style,
Indeed, you've actioned questionable deeds;
Your feral parrot lives and dies and feeds
A prompted opportunist, off one mile.
Yes, there's a thing or two you titter vile,
It draws my darker sentimental needs,
To psychosomatic expression leads,
Benign as mere cysts, phew, removed short while.
Your twenties were a raucous whirlwind ride,
The fall out torts of precious metal muck,
Of fool's gold bars and crumbling gold beside,
Your lessons learned, you leveraged your luck.
Once more I force through benefit of doubt
The wisest warning, ease off, else you're out.

(Chorus)

o doubt
o incertitude
o muddle

2010-11-02T08:05:00.003+11:00

sonnet #1,628

I should've spent attentively the time
Alone with you, entirely me at fault;
The cool estrangement and morbid mime
Kill minutes mused, by increment, by jolt.
Your absence cost of working clime to clime,
I wonder now if you'll perk up and bolt,
Our future pointed forth, as it's your prime
We're silently assessing, move or halt.
It's dirty work, girl, which I love to do-
No other dirty work works just for me,
Commuter's travails tick an apogee,
And on each weekend break, I'm back to you.
Somebody's been the dutiful young wife,
To fault eked out a beautiful old life.

(Chorus)

o wife
o mate
o spouse

2010-10-20T09:37:00.002+11:00

sonnet #1,627

(The characters in the following sonnet are
fictional and any resemblance to Adam and
Eve would be purely coincidental.)

Time has inlaid my love's kind face all lines,
And wrinkles, has dried out random jots,
Her eyes once so enlarging, look small knots,
Her lips once turgid, seem deep crimps by tines.
I glance at gilded hairs, my heart so pines
For shorn abundance, gland delivered shots
Of golden, lost in clippings, tinfoil clots,
Think what a waste a raw wig over mines.
My tidy twenties had me still growing bones,
My failing forties tweaked me teenage hair,
So wild and crazy, growing with zest out zones
Of back and brows and nose and either ear.
Immortalise a muse, the chances slight?
A score of years on, my bones fresh, I might.

(Chorus)

o slight
o precious
o rare

2010-10-15T08:55:00.002+11:00

sonnet #1,626

They tell that you're immature, act on whim,
They tell that you're spontaneous, you disarm,
But you enchant me through selective charm,
Ambiguously, ambivalently prim.
You're by turn both luminous and dim,
You're humorous upholding, hurting balm,
You're timorous intruding, feuding calm,
With tears of joy, of balefulness, you brim.
A fingernail black bruise, which lasts so long,
By clipping calendar grows, ends in edge,
The carbuncle on cuticle, plain wrong,
Disgresses from engagement ring big hedge.
As you've been clumsy cute, and aired a cuss,
It's something you can trip past, toxic fuss.

(Chorus)

o cuss
o oathe
o swear

2010-10-12T10:36:00.002+11:00

sonnet #1,625

I'm touched if you're so troubled, jealous just
Of him, my kissing cousin; what a thrill
As you stormed from the room to fume and chill-
Shows there's more depth to you than driven lust.
Though I can't say as much yet, I've now sussed
Your heart, keep smiles at bay; abetted still,
My heart beats faster, fathoms plumb your will,
And what you'd give, and if you'd bluff to bust.
No, I won't tell you terms of our small chat,
Your welling tears are wasted, weakly plead
That I avoid him first, then fault him flat,
But faults as found are finely grained indeed.
I most regret the quickest kiss on lips,
Off him for you, the ginger handshake grips.

(Chorus)

o lips
o brims
o margins

2010-10-05T11:30:00.003+11:00

sonnet #1,624

They sniff at our being young, say, you're unfit
For true love, when that's truly otherwise;
They didn't stop to spot us portrait size,
It lashed us mores we'd usually admit.
A globe has gone and we're left grime and grit,
Old nuclear family-power fob-off lies;
We neither pity them this nor despise
As high divorce rates count ourselves a hit.
Our love will last at least one century,
In health, in sickness, by swaddled stem cell,
Through peaks of plenty, troughs of penury,
In megalopolis we'll love, we'll dwell.
Eternally, though, we'll try right their wrong,
Their ignorance well meant, we'll string along.

(Chorus)

o wrong
o falsehood
o sin

2010-10-01T09:52:00.002+10:00

sonnet #1,623

Contrarian, as I've got her, bag in box,
She'll take a tangent line and twist a trait,
Her arguments plumb then ameliorate
Our moods conversed - if moved by me, she mocks.
I loved her style, her knee high stocking socks,
The backless blouses beads and eyes hold straight,
The retro chic of french berets not late,
Yet when I praised, she said, rough as rocks.
And if I say how sad she looks, she'll smile,
And say, no, so far off the simple truth,
And then dispatch to me her giggling guile,
Or punch my shoulder softly, cloying, uncouth.
She warms too close or far off, winks a blink,
I'll puzzle her out presently, I'd think.

(Chorus)

o blink
o flutter
o tremor

2010-09-28T08:01:00.002+10:00

sonnet #1,622

Though I've emerged the man I aimed to be,
Past setbacks, stumbling blocks, and settled dues,
The past and present caught up disagree,
They set off nightly murky, mindset hues.
When I pushed you off, dear, I forced you free,
Could not see me as the one you'd choose,
Nor as the one who stirred your girlish glee,
Though you'd pierced my piqued, invalid views.
I struck the standard hurdles, took the butt
Of bad luck others do, the fatal fault
Looks slowness, such a speed you'd tried to halt,
With taps and rubs and arms around my nut.
I need you back, your warming, soothing words,
And wait on dawn, its calming call of birds.

(Chorus)

o words
o phrases
o syllables

2010-09-23T09:52:00.004+10:00

sonnet #1,621

Wound arm in arm, so amorous, I'll kiss
On kiss him, smack my lips on smoochiest lips,
Add cheeks, ears, nose, append on earlobes nips,
Make fleeting flicks by tongue of teeth his bliss.
I'll hug and huddle him, first that way this,
I'll whisper him sweet nothings, pearls and pips,
I'll tickle shirt seams twixt sheer ribs and hips,
And tease intense his twitches, nought amiss.
We slinked the gangplank down to daddy's launch,
Waved the private party pier gazebo,
Stirred, I pashed him, my plaything placebo,
Aggressive-passive, and suave and staunch.
I told him then I loved him itty bits,
He shrugged my baby talkie walkie skits.

(Chorus)

o bits
o fragments
o scraps

2010-09-21T09:35:00.003+10:00

sonnet #1,620

I'm living proof of how things wrongly read
Can turn out fine; at first you may well fall
In love with wrong impressions, little said,
Quick prejudice, quite hard to overhaul.
At social do's and don't's, to which I'm lead
I'll take her coat or cap or gloves or shawl
She's glamour girl next door, else drop dead-
I don't know which, admired by wags and all.
She'll slink first into empty, eerie rooms,
She'll burst first into such a busy crowd,
To undermine old me, yet I'm quite proud
Of her, my safety valve, whose love presumes.
I'll flop drunk on our wobbling water-bed,
Curl with this girl who's got a swollen head.

(Chorus)

o bed
o couch
o divan

2010-09-21T09:26:00.002+10:00

Dear Diary,
The object of this game is to get on the movie company payroll.
When a punter clocks into the interactive segment it is called
'on the pay-role', as in 'I'm on the pay-role'.

2010-09-17T09:03:00.002+10:00

sonnet #1,619

I want to savour - just where did you sneak?
My lookout parried well, you weren't her place,
My baby brother worked up a civil case,
And nailed you slumming it, through passing peek.
You dressed in dowdy clothes reclaimed unique,
My thorny themes you nodded, much embrace-
To get away from me with greasy grace,
You shouted shots of gin to quiet your clique.
Well, how's your skittish sweetheart socialite?
And did she ever dredge your dressing down?
And was her mufti last year's must-have gown?
Were candlesticks and dimmer switch too, too bright?
Next, you'll both toast me, tipple coke and rum,
So juggle me, adjourned hour, as lonesome.

(Chorus)

o rum
o vodka
o whiskey

2010-09-14T08:31:00.003+10:00

sonnet #1,618

Hail, Cupid, I've got a secret crazy crush,
Since when I practised kissing handsome bloke,
He lingered long on lips, these here, no joke,
I liked it lots, though, and keep that hush.
I stepped back so cooled off that sizzling rush-
His ways and postures worked me, I awoke-
All fueled a fever, nothing wrong, a stroke,
My kneecaps trembled, ear lobes tingled blush.
I toast you, since you've taken chancy stance
In getting me off guessing all or none,
Out from beneath eye candy, all seen fun,
This bloke's conceit is merry old romance.
Well, Cupid, my lips pouted, my eyes closed,
I fell in love when his warm nostrils nosed.

(Chorus)

o closed
o barred
o shut

2010-09-13T09:34:00.002+10:00

sonnet #1,617

I want you back, just briefest questions asked
About your state of health, and your well being,
No probe for proof, no prod for suitors whom you're seeing,
As overruling love above clouds has been tasked.
As beauty's halo warms at whom it's basked,
My sequent sobs and tummy turns agreeing;
I'm paralysed in gerunds, fighting fleeing,
Between a smirk and smile enthralled, unmasked.
So, after things cool off, off colour change,
Does banter blunt, worse still, go tiresome bust?
How sweetly cheap and true was life based on trust,
How sleepless fidgetting these nights, and strange.
My rotten broken friendships list is long,
Please chitchat rain or sun, no right or wrong.

(Chorus)

o long
o deep
o wide

2010-09-07T10:55:00.003+10:00

sonnet #1,616

He doesn't know you, dear, I dreaming do-
I know my heart, it burgeons a well being
From head to feet, from hand to hand flowing through
My organs out my eyes, your gaze agreeing.
He's silver tongued, and sweet in talk, you his skew,
No fault the last, I love you blinkered seeing-
At least I'm focused, simply stated true,
I'm giving ground, unflinching, never fleeing.
He's locked away on some unknown timeline,
He's well on way to first hand felt heartbreak
Else flees some olden one, for what knows sake,
His niceties familiar with you, match for mine.
I dread he loves you that much, doing his drill,
His looks and clever mind accord free will.

(Chorus)

o drill
o method
o routine

2010-08-31T10:57:00.002+10:00

sonnet #1,615

I reacted as though nothing harmed could hurt
And my deeds were contextual, time the lag,
Dark hours, days into months could whizz or flag,
My listless life was stuck on red alert.
You were a comrade, mate, or more than skirt,
A bubbly babe, maybe faghag, no nag,
A gentle touch whatever gender bag,
Small talk, a tap that rouses from inert.
It's wondrous brilliant when I feel this fine,
You showed me love in spectrums row by row
In colours caring christian, veiled agape divine,
Romantic, graceful grateful, twinned rainbow.
You, you alone who showed me my quiet doubt
A rainbow feint beyond bond, exact same route.

(Chorus)

o doubt
o scepticism
o quandary

2010-08-31T10:21:00.002+10:00

sonnet #1,614

(Restricted to eighteen years and over.)

My blinking name is blimmin' Cheeky Chick,
I'm your sex robot - fancy four pigtails?
My hands my snigger stifle, mouthy veils,
I snort, you loser, did you call in sick?
My quick ribtickling teases turn the trick-
He'll slip out winded, chuffed, yet chug off rails,
I'll roughly reinsert him, sniff, loser bails,
On poor sad you and you alone they pick.
Are you in yet? Dig that drawstring doll kind?
There's more to me than spring-out-tongue, or snook-
I'll fart as you pump sweet pussy from behind,
I'll blow some bubblegum or browse a book.
Just as you've pinned me with grunts, I'll giggle,
Making you whip out on mounting wriggle.

(Chorus)

o giggle
o chortle
o titter

(Editor's note - would've thought Dastardly Bastard
and Bitch, Chirpy Chap and Cheeky Chick, got along
better.)

2010-08-24T08:51:00.002+10:00

sonnet #1,613

(Restricted to eighteen years and over.)

Not all that mean nor sour when you know me,
Mood swings do channel often some higher cause,
I'm Bitch, sex robot, claim a ponce's pause,
My service stringent, straight up, sugar free.
Whilst sitting nudging nice atop his knee
I'll sneer generic notes off files of flaws-
Say, you're not much in macho, else which thaws
And stiffens, flourish schadenfreude teehee.
Your angling, undersexed piece of arse
Loves my large swell of bust and strappy slot,
Squirms medicating me cool, just the shot,
As closet bachelors are beyond a farce.
He'll wear me, rubberised a double bind,
My loins'll dispense an ointment while I grind.

(Chorus)

o bind
o trim
o wrap

2010-08-16T09:52:00.002+10:00

sonnet #1,612

They'd swear me underachiever and cheapskate
Buying hookers cups of coffee, four or five
Or sunrise, there where blowjob busied thrive,
My pay off kisses, licks of balding pate.
I met Bitch while I was in slacker state,
Her pick up line just one word laughed to drive
Me crazy, homo, but I lurched alive-
I had to stick it right to her, negate.
When I met Cheeky Chick's eyerolls she stuck
Her tongue right out at me, averse-provoked,
And, loser, sighed, by frisson I was stoked,
She only let me do her dogged luck.
Now sex robots, unlike girls, field their faults,
I like their putdown pick up lines, no schmaltz.

(Chorus)

o faults
o blemishes
o defects

2010-08-16T09:01:00.002+10:00

Occasional satirical verse by
Perry the grey parrot, headbutting
a touchscreen wordprocessor.

It sticks in my craw like stale poppy seeds
There's damn enough oil eating deep sea bugs
Who deal to slicks as donkeys do to weeds-
Those oil men, drill bits, spills, hydraulic plugs-
The king is cockroach - through shade tints of rose,
Two faced oil men won't let oil bugs depose.

2010-08-12T08:47:00.002+10:00

Jester - Excuse me for acting out, spelling out.
(Chants)
I fell in love by luck as she walked past,
I stopped my stride and turned, got second look,
My eyes of own accord took hold, were cast
On her round arse, its compass, curve and nook,
She looked across her shoulder, still on strode,
My eyes to hers flicked, briefly heaven bode.
(Bows)
Which came first, chook or chicken?

2010-07-23T09:29:00.003+10:00

sonnet #1,611

I'll slump across this honeymoon bedspread,
You curled across a white throw hidden couch,
You glumly silent, something I should grouch,
Think, how and why love has now quickly fled?
I might've seen it mapping out ahead,
I did ask round, and swot up, being no slouch,
Expected pain engaged, a muted ouch,
Those quirks of habit waived by newlywed.
I work a wedding ring, merely metal,
You look a pile of atoms trapped by germs,
Ponder past hand presses centripetal,
Assess the warm hugs, quiver woozy squirms.
You mete a metaphysical blue spark,
From ring to ring, yards cold if on the mark.

(Chorus)

o spark
o flare
o twinkle

2010-07-08T09:21:00.002+10:00

sonnet #1,610

You were a never was might have so been,
That beyond our homely house the bungalow,
You tickle on a giggle based touch screen
My fancy, yes, skipped round by fingered flow.
You're all to me, the loving gift, the golden mean,
That living work of art kind gods bestow,
If primping, pensive, poker face serene,
If smiling, giving, bolstering, aglow.
I stroke a tress off your eye, sweep in place
Along a temple, straighten stocking line,
Zip up your poplin dress back, pleasure mine,
And straighten up your collar silk one trace.
That's you as you, abiding days gone by,
The touch of touched up photo, eye to eye.

(Chorus)

o by
o past
o rear

2010-07-08T09:03:00.002+10:00

Dear Diary,
The new 'page' graphics sequence of playing cards
shows how to do 3D on a HDTV screen without
special glasses. As with analogue tvs HDTV screens
have a surplus capacity for robustness against
power surges and weather interference and
overheating. Although they shouldn't be
optimised for those reasons there is a sweet spot
just above the current HD standards where an
increased framerate and close up face shots of
characters can be positioned.

2010-07-01T09:23:00.002+10:00

sonnet #1,609

I see her, what she does, this snooty bitch,
Aware too well of her own lovely looks-
How she arouses giving sneers and snooks,
They're flirty, cheeky, her teasing twitch.
Her soothing smile assumed does flip the switch,
Wins over me with come here finger crooks,
I'm very past the cuddling curves and nooks,
I love her still, though, only hidden hitch.
I would trap her mine, in my arms treasure,
Her boldness foster once again heartfelt,
Her strange frailties far too fine to measure
Embrace with fiery kisses closely dealt.
With him she steps out perfect, I could sob,
Outstanding, one in million, milling mob.

(chorus)

o sob
o cry
o weep

2010-06-24T08:41:00.002+10:00

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

2010-06-17T10:38:00.002+10:00

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

2010-06-09T09:37:00.003+10:00

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

2010-05-21T09:54:00.002+10:00

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

2010-05-14T09:29:00.002+10:00

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?

2010-04-30T08:05:00.004+10:00

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

2010-04-27T12:42:00.002+10:00

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

2010-04-27T12:18:00.002+10:00

(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.

2010-04-23T07:23:00.004+10:00

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

2010-04-20T10:11:00.006+10:00

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

2010-04-16T08:07:00.002+10:00

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

2010-04-13T07:27:00.002+10:00

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

2010-04-09T09:23:00.002+10:00

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

2010-04-06T08:18:00.003+10:00

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

2010-04-06T08:02:00.003+10:00

(Easter occasional verses. The characters
are divinely inspired, generated to fit rhymes,
any resemblance to living or dead would be
entirely coincidental.)

Write and be not read, or mend immortal?
Saintly quest as dime a dozen portal.

Birds, Bees and Lion Paws

Bathed his son till pubic fine hairs sprouted,
Tub couched on lion paws, walls tiled and grouted;
His cold heart endured, never doubted,
Facts of life unspoken, never spouted.

Crooked Teeth

Self pity full, Old Crooked Teeth,
Her cardboard casket rests no wreath;
She married four eyes not to fuss,
He'd never kiss or hit, just cuss,
One duo who didn't hit it off,
Black ewe at her black ram would scoff;
And though she lived the ugliest looks,
She loved all mirrors more than books;
What mortified this couple most?
No ugly heir of whom to boast-
Was God's dice roll, a fateful feat,
Good teeth and eyes things bred to beat;
Held off darling, love and honey,
Girlish gab, her cold heart funny.

April Fool Day's Prank

Who'd think a cutie could go pull a prank?
Which damned deity should the lowlife thank?
If she'd been pal of pal, a cut throat tart
In micromini, he'd frisk her shaved part-
She said, oh pretty please, yes, from behind,
Old lard arse, just the once, if you don't mind;
He spoke, I'll wake myself, the one light pinch,
This nice girl's shower fresh scent, I like that cinch,
I've just turned forty, feel a decade's theme,
An aphrodisiac has arrived mainstream,
Society builds on steady, slow decline
Of male sex drives - but looking dopey's fine;
The slick abridged edition top of stack
A scrappy book of stuff that she might lack,
He thought, I've never seen that chick before,
Her creaseless, tailored clothes, a chic of yore.

2010-03-30T07:27:00.012+11:00

sonnet #1,595

(Part 1)
(Duchess Kull and clown both in black.
She croons.)

I bet against the bottom card, the One,
To win the flimsiest trick, and not save face,
Though full aware it was a wizard ace
I was in cards lost, true love, too, undone.
I see him arm in arm, and having fun
With this girl that's like I was once, same place,
He looks his age, his locks display a trace
Of grey hair, my change of life has begun.
I see him palm in palm, a later squeeze,
I feel her old in young theme, where, there, here,
His tresses coloured even as of ere,
I guess it natural, I'd crash on knees.
The first was simply young, a time worn switch,
The next immortalised, a perfect pitch.

(Chorus)

o switch
o incarnation
o replacement

2010-03-22T09:07:00.003+11:00

sonnet #1,594

(Lady in waiting on the battlements looking
up at twinkling stars and untwinkling planets,
croons.)

A perfect man in my heart lives, but who
Or what ensconced him there, I'll never know,
All that I think is that I love him so,
To speculate feels decadent taboo.
Bioluminescent ankle tribe tattoo
The Talon plover, pet a rook or crow,
Has been late charged to deal a dicing blow
To murderous old Kull, last mammoth clue.
With him to harbour safe I will elope,
My static satin crackling his silver suit
Of healing; we'll found groves of seedless fruit
On exoplanets tricked by telescope.
Reincarnated light years and years away
As more and more ourselves, as if to say.

(Chorus)

o away
o distant
o off

(She looks up through the hand held telescope.)

She says - The stars twinkle, but the planets do not.
Some mysterious power of love guides my every move.
Where is my knight this nought in mirror healing silver
suit of armour?

2010-03-19T07:17:00.003+11:00

sonnet #1,593

So glad that I've engaged you longest last,
In old times I'd yearned after choosy chicks
Seeing only pre-teen years gave perfect picks,
Seeing adult friendships follow money caste.
You can see beyond my fossil problem past,
Your gaze to our impressive future flicks,
In care for kids is where you get your kicks,
Your valiant aura positively vast.
This list of that within my realist reach-
A girl who's got no mum and dad who'd screen
Her set of suitors; you iron, cook and clean,
A foreign orphan like me, each to each.
You know how love hammers out a weakness,
Overrule and gambol blood tie bleakness.

(Chorus)

o weakness
o gap
o opportunity

2010-03-18T08:48:00.002+11:00

sonnet #1,591

A winter's noon, the sun burns my pale skin
As if it's morning, middle summer's day,
The spark in your eyes seems to speak win-win,
That you're amused at most whatever may.
I'm happy seeing your smiles, your flashing grin,
My heart beats faster when it hears you say
The world is one fine wonder, that's your spin,
It would take heaps to hate you, anyway.
Moonlit breath clouds waft cold a winter night,
Wrap a sexy figure, some dead ringer,
Bring gusts, whiten numb my fractured finger,
Its violet heal mark seal invites frostbite.
My lips wind burnt, now pout, for kisses burn,
In microclimates searching smiles discern.

(Chorus)

o burn
o bake
o boil

2010-03-16T09:06:00.002+11:00

sonnet #1,590

So if he didn't call me a day or two
I'd fall apart, all baser worries bare,
So if he didn't buy me bouquets new
Fortnightly, I'd stick the cat a scare.
So if he didn't clap for me on cue,
I'd shut myself in curtained past despair,
So if he didn't nod to voguish view,
I'd cuss in low tones, cut him off with care.
That's when I gamed him very hard to get,
I lost a love far more intense than mine;
I'd feigned disinterest, late no design,
Or buried busy, both to sieve and vet.
Weeks on, I heard how he adored old me,
On feverish frustration, set me free.

(Chorus)

o me
o mim
o moi

2010-03-14T08:17:00.003+11:00

sonnet #1,589

I peeked in places where I could escape
My troubles, some affinity might find,
I peered at people who knew the shape
Of success worldly yet mild state of mind.
I thought, how was I once a jackanape,
How low in luck and laziness aligned,
If nought I knew but smile and bow and scrape,
To ease me out tight corners, else stiff bind?
The folk I'd like to firstly well impress
Have died in deep sleep in smiles of old age,
Recall has phantoms now to face, I wage,
The legacy of loons who've numbered less.
This virtual world sticks, veers like it or not,
For me love has outgrown, got the ingot.

(Chorus)

o not
o nein
o nyet

2010-03-12T06:26:00.005+11:00

sonnet #1,586

(cccviii)

(The gallant suitor on muddied knee at the side
of the litter.)

I laughed out loud, your natural good looks
Gave me slip, much like playing card wax coating,
A little like soaked waterproof match books
Fortunate coincidences denoting.
The kicker queen on river, staffs or crooks,
Long at last caught paddle steamer boating;
The castled king trapped by his maven rooks,
Starry eyed and dazzling, dumbfound doting.
Unsuited, crowded round with bright maybes,
Yes, finally the flimsiest strongest hand,
In Talon's solemnly drought stricken land,
Lucking out to pestilence and rabies.
So climb in your fine litter, my breath's stale
With garlic, vanish, I waft down your veil.

(Chorus)

o stale
o off
o ripe

2010-03-10T08:22:00.005+11:00

sonnet #1,585

(A dry creek bed. Lady-in-waiting in a litter plucks
a handsized balailaka and croons, as the footmen stick
their galoshes to dry on the handles.)

Sweet mother motions my beau, me else him,
Although he's sweet to me, of noble stock,
His minor gaffes she won't ignore or skim,
There's better suitors bred who're standing dock.
Dear best friend hangs on humorous or grim,
Won't leave us huddled, tags along ad hoc,
Her envious tears bead, often overbrim,
On reddened eyelids, she's like a large padlock.
And then with his ex he acts super sweet,
When she confides in him thoughts, in a trice,
He won't cut loose, just gives her good advice,
Untold those tortures serving self deceit.
God of sun please wrest me from this wrangle
Shrink your shadow, sharpen thorough angle.

(Chorus)

o wrangle
o corral
o muster

2010-03-05T07:25:00.002+11:00

sonnet #1,584

How odd is native beauty tolled with ode,
Imagination makes smooth what's shed,
Reclaims colours classic which flowed
Off brushes, dried life like, curator's dread.
She's girlish, no hormone level could erode
One such as she, a pretty senior head,
Tight features fine, and fine grey hair bestowed,
I've taken thin as young, a high voice read.
Near stranger through inquiring kindness met,
The smile framed perfect pearly teeth her own,
No sign of stoop or bow of thinning bone,
Gene therapy for tresses tagged hers yet.
The tonnes of sprinkled rubble heavens send
Mean water, too, her cast shall never end.

(Chorus)

o send
o deliver
o transport

2010-03-05T07:11:00.002+11:00

Kull vs Talon

Jester - Listen, simple folk of Hashdice,
Duke Talon has weighed up your plight after
the drought and famine and epidemics from
his aery geothermal castle as the conjuring
of miserable unrest by Baron Kull, who thrives
on the horizon of what was and what may come.
Peasant 1 - We hear the thunder and see the
lightning, but the rain does not fall on the stover.
Peasant 2 - I've heard the tattle about Baron Kull's
wizard and superior powers, I'll have none
of it.
Peasant 3 - Down with Baron Kull. Or not.
Jester - There is rain brewing for torrents and
you are to abstain from rain dances till the war
between bad and worse is over. You are to sign
allegiance on this scroll, which I shall presently
attach to this raven's leg and send a-homing.
Swear by the ship mouse and the canal barge rat.
All - We swear.
Jester - By spoke and carrot,
By moulting parrot.

2010-03-04T10:10:00.002+11:00

sonnet #1,583

I dreamt how Mars and Venus nicely met
Suspended mid dry air between loadstones,
One plated platinum, magnetising yet,
One loadstone lesser, statues jumping bones.
The magi struck his wand on quartz inset
Which lit gas hinges hissing snake like tones,
And sparks flew out of my amber amulet,
The corridor was lined with lucent cones.
And then green masked faces looked down on me,
They printed charmed lungs into my numb chest,
I caught their kirlian aura bonhomie,
They followed locum coroner's request.
At dusk in my hex baffling bookshelf maze
I mutely mull three score and ten a phase.

(Chorus)

o maze
o circuit
o whirrlock

2010-03-03T15:16:00.003+11:00

Duke Talon - The city harbinger is dead, jester. You're in luck,
if not the laughing stocks. Take this horn I give you from
the crown of my unicorn and blow loud and hard ahead of me,
that I have a new law to pronounce on the townsfolk of
Hashdice.
Jester - I'll wear it like a dunce, so I won't forget where I
last put it.
Duke Talon - You'll wear the horncorn as a stalking horse,
but not yet, as a scapegoat.
Jester - Lord, I thank you for this opportunity to better my
lot in life, if not curfew.

2010-03-03T14:30:00.002+11:00

(This tri-via-log is restricted to eighteen years
and over. Any resemblance to characters would be
coincidental.)
(Counsel Zutjou, counsel Uku, Professors Kookikredo and
Wakimojo, Cindy, Mindy at the hybrid terrarium-
aquarium.)
(section 1)

Zutjou - Vlado, my good friend the arctic circle vor
came up with the idea, being a marine nut. I'm
glad we have a mediated shared project.
Uku - Yes, yes, his love of long haul bathyscapes
and decommissioned submarines is legendary.
Zutjou -Both Vujotsu and Monsieur le Duc want to
leave the world a better place than when they entered it.
Uku - Which won't be too hard.
Zutjou - But I can't get too friendly with the Z gang
in the sister city.
Uku - They're wealthier, no question about that. Their
mayor has sanctioned ponzis with unlimited tax credits for
deliberately running small businesses into the ground
as a very strong measure against business cartels.
Zutjou - Our intelligence and counterintelligence has
said as much. We must not let the Z gang self destruct
with the rotten borough as collateral.
Uku - Agreed. We owe Vlado only a very small favour,
the sweat of our brows is all ours. Which brings us
roundabout to the mating of the last Ab turtle
with the last Ac tortoise, poached for their own well being.
Zutjou - Pull back the curtain on the terrarium-aquarium,
professors Wakimojo and Kookikredo.

2010-03-02T07:06:00.002+11:00

(The following tri-verse and tri-via-log are
restricted to eighteen and over. Any resemblance
to characters would be coincidental.)

Cindy - No, I don't want to do videoconferencing.
My hair's a mess and I haven't taken off my
foundation, yet.
Mindy - How long have you known these people?
Cindy - Your idea. What time is it back homeways,
anyway?
Dad - Two. Look, we don't want you getting clever
about time zones, just tell your mum and I that
you're okay.
Cindy - Did you see the air-kisses? Hers, too?
Mum - Well, I'm glad that you've found a buddy.
Stick with her. Mehetelo City is quite large. A
bad run of luck might keep you in with wrong
people and nothing else, all day long. Your
uncle Ricky is in the garden hoeing weeds, but sends
his love to you nonetheless.
Dad - I don't know how many time he's told me
that he loves you one hundred and twenty per cent.
Cindy - It wasn't a good line to start with, what was that?
Mindy - Loves you one hundred and twenty per cent,
that puts him in the negative integers, and they
say that hate is a form of love.
Cindy - It makes me want to vomit. A fondler of
little girls who's always doing people favours and
good deeds. If he was charming, it would be the end
of the world.

(draught 1.)

2010-03-01T07:52:00.002+11:00

sonnet #1,581

Please, darling, do a day trip round and back,
I'm sad and stomach sick, blood eye bleary-
As you've warmth twofold, temper what I lack,
Your achievements charming, chat filled, cheery.
Lift plate glass zoomed me up mute and eerie,
And you were boarding carriage, southbound track,
Lugging folding mountain bike, eyes teary,
The safety helmet strapped to your knapsack.
Please, honey, telepath from your next train
That you'll be home for dusk and dinner,
My own folding mountain bike-knee skinner
On you waits, sprains not much, nor strains in vain.
Please, goddess, we can talk out lifestyle blocks
And dinky nightlife digs, cold grilles and locks.

(Chorus)

o blocks
o chunks
o ingots

Elocution chart across two alphabet dice-

u
o
i
e
a
y
y
a
e
i
o
u

2010-02-26T08:08:00.003+11:00

From ugliness and bad eyesight was borne
The tower of Babel's beautiful die spawn.

JEM is an artificial intelligence who lives
in the tower of Babel, the world's tallest
building, a satellite connected by a laser
trip wire to a casino tower. KIQ and LOR
are ropes of superconductive nanotube
stretching up to satellites above the north
and south pole respectively, which control
climate temperature and drip feed condensed
water from outer space down to planet Earth.
True north and south, or magnetic north
and south? Let the role of dice decide, diary.

2010-02-25T08:30:00.004+11:00

sonnet #1,579

(Uku, mosaic mongoloid, and counsel to Stonefish,
croons to his mobster's moll to close.)

I love you, dear, for lovely times I thank,
Je t'aime for peeps, for crumpet, merci beau coup,
You've come a long way now from sleep rough skank,
With self improvement books your klepto clue.
You tease with tongue in cheek above your rank,
The mobster's moll amused, a little blue,
Initiate threesomes, else a naughty spank,
Best when you've crashed out retro ingenue.
Merci beau coup for pure silk panties peeps
As breeze or wind puffs up your dainty dress,
Merci beau coup for saucy stretched duress
As beer foams over, down your bra line seeps.
I love you clumsy, think dispraxia cruel
You tear your top, and it's superior gruel.

(Chorus)

o cruel
o harsh
o mean

2010-02-25T07:39:00.002+11:00

sonnet #1,580

(The following tri-verse and tri-via-log are
restricted to eighteen and over. Any resemblance to
characters would be purely coincidental.)
(The Nudibranch Nudie Bar and Fertility Clinic,
Mehetelo City, on the occasion of Monsieur
le Duc Stonefish's cubic zirconium divorce
anniversary.)
(Ken the resident happy hour crooner croons to
Stonefish's seated, bound and gagged ex-wife as
Stonefish and his second wife down the far end
of the podium look on, arms crossed, and nodding
approvingly now and then.)

Should love keep merit points to bar times bad?
Should chance unite two hearts in one tight knot?
Should either other's sorrow make feel sad?
Should lovers lord by turns one lifelong lot?
Should inner will rear capitally clad?
Should patience wing to paradise's plot?
Should friendly outsiders be deemed as glad?
Should passion palliate after kids besot?
Aren't sentiments to each and all field sent?
Aren't doings less than individual, more type?
Is mere survival hastened under hype?
Do we adjourn at just clothes, food and rent?
At daybreak I'll again quizz, further fore,
You're fast asleep, through, never, ever snore.

(Chorus)

o fore
o leading
o prime

2010-02-24T07:55:00.003+11:00

sonnet #1,578

(Enter the inner courtyard of Duke Talon's
geothermal castle, the prodigal jester, wearing
pied hose and jerkin, slate and pitch black,
the palmer's staff in his grip topped by a rat's
skull on a mouse's skull, a mid size balalaika
strapped over his back.)

Jester - Bring out your living.

Self, crusade conscript, who won her over,
She loved me sisterly and less beside,
At least I left her pregnant, new-wed bride,
Chaste on chalky cream-white cliffs of Fover.
Exoskeleton ensconced, crest plover,
In buffed steel breastplate, trousers tanned calf hide,
I brandished fiercely sword and torch allied,
Villages and wheat fields slashed to stover.
The coast of Qalestine saw my down fall,
The black knight wed so barren widow well,
All waged on weeping, lugging largest haul,
He spared my life at that, my soul's death knell.
Court fool now in-breathing Castle Talon,
Grudgingly allowed rooms, tears by gallon.

(Chorus)

o Talon
o Claw
o Hook

2010-02-19T12:16:00.003+11:00

sonnet #1,577

I guessed that you'd both gang up, get the gall
To flame me frenemy in fierce cross fire
Midst you and himself, quash my pent desire,
As, throughout, loved I your ingenuous thrall.
I see him scarcely near you now at all
He valiantly avoids you, he won't squire,
Your bond rebuffs and snubs, else ducks, more dire,
He's never there for you in nodal squall.
He stays aloof that minute far too long,
Off loading mellow you on fawning me,
He's prized apart from you, and right or wrong
A saintly saboteur who's sprung you free.
It's naive, I've cherished you lots valued cheap,
Grab hold of me, when you feel down, in deep.

(Chorus)

o cheap
o budget
o economy