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Sonnet to Thoughtful Women

I did not wish to leave your warm embrace --
   I did not wish for our sweet love to end --
And though your chauvinism's a disgrace,
   I cannot help but see you as a friend.
Perhaps someday a sweeter girl you'll find,
   Who'll do just as you wish for her to do --
A girl who doesn't have a thoughtful mind,
   So she can focus all she is on you.
She'll nod her head, and brainlessly agree
   With anything you say, to make you smile --
She'll cook your meals and serve you honeyed tea,
   And never stop her chatter all the while;
So when your brain cells rot from lack of use,
   You've only you to blame, and no excuse.

Copyright © M. Teresa Blaylock

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SUNDAY DINNER A hillbilly sonnet

        SUNDAY DINNER  (Hillbilly sonnet)
Ma's cookin now, so come and set a spell
and you can bet we'll have her Sunday best
before the settin sun, and who can tell
what's on her stove--but it will meet the test.

Can't you just smell that fryin chicken now?
And you must know the gravie's fresh and hot
for pourin on them taters--I allow
a little more than I should have--so what?!?

The butter it just melts on bread so light
to compliment the vegetables we grow,
now if you know a life that's half as right
as this, you'd better make it yours to know.

   And I will say the grace, to thank God for
   what He has give--so He will give us more.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa

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Super Sonic Sonnet

            Super Sonic Sonnet

Complete are my lover’s thoughts in dark brier                 
With airs of aristocracy’s sweet critique
Her mind takes flight, a supersonic liar   
Smiles warmth wears deceit like a prize unique

What grows outside your lovely courtyard facade?
Quadrangular, fortified thick gray walls 
Hubris, incongruous, flourishing macabre 
Infamous fragile beauty flaws, that’s all

Speeding to the grave, your love is there, dead 
Daughters take the splendor, learn mother’s ways
Build other fortresses, stronger, to life’s dread
Days go by, to ponder the doomed accolades 

Destinations for lovers and daughters pass
Become the past without wealth that never lasts

Copyright © Earl Schumacker

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Wonka Sonnet

A candymaker named Wonka had found
While grooming himself: a lone silver hair,
And after a day of moping around,
He announced quickly: "I must find an heir."

He sent out five Golden Tickets, but doubted
That this was the best way in which to find
A good-hearted kid with morals unclouded,
A fun-loving heart, and a brilliant mind.

His misgivings proved true when he met the four
Brats who found the gold in their choco-late.
Luckily they were lost on the tour,
And Wonka and his heir did cele-brate.

Here is the moral of the story:
Feel down on your luck?, just cheer up like Charlie.

Copyright © Tara Andre

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Sonnet to Society

Plagued by agents of disinformation,
smearing objectivity with a spoof,
as if a lot of followers equals confirmation, 
a lie told often enough becomes truth.
Rumours of the Swine and depopulation,
aliens, free energy and speculation,
aur silence and tolerance bring ramification,
we need to stop for a day of contemplation,
it does not take long to realise who control’s each and every nation.
Beneath the facade of illusion,
the puppet master reaps with his confusion.

WAKE UP...tick tick tick... ... ...

Copyright © Lance Lawlor

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Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown (Kyrielle Sonnet)

It’s a great day to shake and bake
Dance, sing, and eat all of your cake
It’s time to wear your dinner gown
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

Upon reaching the Big Six O
Spread and stretch on your patio
Wear your fancy dress into town
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

As you puff out the nice candles
Hold tight onto your chair handles
Smile today and let your hair down
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

It’s a great day to shake and bake
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

© Joseph, 4/9/08
© All Rights Reserved

Comments:  Dedicated to my poet laureate friend Carol Brown.  The Kyrielle 
Sonnet has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and a non-rhyming 
couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each 
stanza.  Each line within the sonnet has eight syllables. The French use the first 
and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This reinforces the refrain 
within the poem. The rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet normally is: AabB, 
ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr

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Last Supper – A Winter Sonnet

I spit the words you made me eat, and then
they land on you as there you stand aghast –
You cringe and stare at what you said; thick phlegm
bedecks your face, a white-hot, slimy blast.

They left a taste, a bitter paste of hate
and painful anger. Tongue to teeth, I fled
the room and slapped the twisted hands of fate
from off my neck as choking life-breath bled.

I tripped, you screamed and tried to grab me back –
Too late for that, and now we fall apart.
The precipice is yawning, grim, deep black
and down I plunge, my ending and my start.

The forge of stellar flame blows hot, then cold
as melting, sculpted frozen wings unfold

Copyright © Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson

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Stem cell sonnet

"If you asked me to sacrifice my daughter
So that I could live just a little bit longer,
Then I'd have to say you're just treading water.
You really can't swim in this world like a father."

"If you asked me to sacrifice my daughter
So that I could live just a little bit longer,
Then I'd have to say you're just treading water.
You'd kill all the earth just to feel a bit stronger."

'I'd never ask you to snuff your daughter.
I feel your pain, I feel it also.
My daughter with Parkinson's is just treading water,
With stems she could swim and live even more so.'

The battle for a future, the battle is here.
Poor people without health care, do you even care?

Copyright © Cardinal Belgrave

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Confidence Trick (Sonnet No 6)

Shall change compare the prettiest I know?

Who art more willing worth than facing gloom.

As rapid snap decisions judge them “No!”,

Deter, do loathsome spoils with hints of doom 

Or poise beseeched who keel, who furthest you       

Become the biased trait whose twines of wrath

Are chances by the score, that’s what you threw!

Decides what ugly is, who cowered hath;

Nor doubt be leased as likely gains transpire

Were smiling with a confidence of might,     

And judgement throws the balance in the fire

Where darkest shadows lurk, you are the light.

Reverse decisions by the way you feel

Then all shall re-emerge by what is real.

Copyright © Titus Llewellyn

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Sonnet: The Secret of Success: Love

(English Sonnet)

You can’t really succeed without love
Love or its lack will make you weak or strong
Love is the key to success from God above
And its power is a victorious song!

With love we can overcome all kind of evil
God give us all a heart and soul to love
With an option to be kind forgive ill
And we can do it walking in His love.

Sometimes you may think that you can’t do this
But let me tell you in Jesus name you will
Cause walking in His Word/ Light is the key
Think hard, you decide! God’s way or your will.

Just keep in mind that God/Love never, ever fails!
Do everything with love, heart with joy will fill!

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter

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Out of Place (Sonnet No 5)

sonnet no 49

Her dowry brought a future with such wealth 

Lame sire as I have non to compensate,

A pauper who has nothing but good health

To eat the finest foods, regurgitate;

Who hath not seen the light of day for years-

I’m trapped in working class with friends so fine

With lack of understanding Lords and Peers,

Whose mother tongue was made from vintage wine,

Though married life has brought with it much woe

Then who said such is money, pride of place:

Has taken second best, that’s what I know 

For something more, that money can’t replace   

Whilst wealth can least at first be pleasing some,

There’s more to life, it’s working for a crumb.           

Copyright © Titus Llewellyn