Florence Ezekiel Poet Sonnet

Fool Me Once

Wow me; mister
have I kept save my fortune
in the itchy palms of a trickster? 
who lives  away in Neptune? 

Oh - such a tender talent, so sweet
He'd bath his promises in sugar
so that I fell for his tingling tweet 
and then stick at me his venomous tongue of a cobra

Ah. I made a common thriftman
become a huge success
whilst I made me,  the opposite man
What is this terrible sense? 

I see the fool he's made of me
I wonder what beginning is there at this end

        21/08/2018
      Sponsors name: Brenda chiri

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Beata Agustin November 19, 2024 at 5:31 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Caren Krutsinger August 23, 2018 at 12:59 AM Welcome to Poetry Soup. An amazing start for you. I am going to look up "thriftman" right now, as it is a new word for me. A nice sonnet. Good luck in the contest.