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If one were to say this poem is not a proper sonnet, I would have to agree! So why did I classify this as a sonnet? No it was not some Cornish idea, there is a second version of this poem, done up as a sonnet.

Oh yes, a bonus poem, on my site! If you read this poem, you are entitled to the bonus poem absolutely free, no strings attached!!! This is a limited time offer so act fast and collect your bonus poem, not to mention all the extras including fine art and photography!!!

This poem I can say is insonnety where as the bonus poem is indeed sonnety!

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Mob Mentality

The years of prohibition
The mobsters had no contrition
They were a gang of thugs
Lacking morality to judge

If a poetess rose
Simply stating humility thus opposed
The Mob well, would not take to her goals
In the ground thus the flower was to decompose

She stood her position, so sound
A parliament of owls she would not back down
In full bloom, she shines in the heavens
She heeds not the tongues below loading weapons

The Tommy gun, the Chicago piano
The seekers now all singing soprano!

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Lisa Ricci

May 10, 2017 at 2:19 PM

Hello Arthur. The title caught my eye I have to admit. We see the humor and play especially with the ending. This was fun and a delight. It is actually a feel good entry in my opinion. That's just me. Rest easy Arthur because I also see the beauty side as well because that aspect comes through also. Well done in its entirety. Have a wonderful night.

Andrea Dietrich

April 30, 2017 at 3:18 PM

oh, it's the Bonus link. There I go then!

Andrea Dietrich

April 30, 2017 at 3:18 PM

Arthur, something about this makes me go Hmmmmm. Anyway, I surely enjoyed this and I am glad Seeker gave it a seven. That was sure sweet of him! Now let's see if I can find the real sonnet . Loved your phrasing "insonnety" I should borrow it to use when describing those who are not writing true sonnets. haha

Tim Smith

April 29, 2017 at 12:16 PM

We need to water the flowers and dismantle the guns...nice poetry

Arthur Vaso

April 29, 2017 at 4:22 PM

ummmmm, or "we need to inebriate the Irish heart in us all with cheer, and dismantle the guns" Cheers!

Darren White

April 29, 2017 at 5:44 AM

I've read both the sonnet and the un-sonnet at your website, and I liked especially comparing the two, which is possible in a way although they are completely different... it is intriguing.

Arthur Vaso

April 29, 2017 at 4:20 PM

Thank you Darren, that was my insonnety at play!

Emile Pinet

April 28, 2017 at 6:07 PM

Good word choices attacking the reader with their impact. This flows with rhythm and carries a powerful dark message of fear and pain equating to life. Emile.

Arthur Vaso

April 28, 2017 at 11:00 PM

Thank you Emile, I rather liked the second version, the real sonnet version!

Jan Allison

April 28, 2017 at 12:51 PM

Makes me want to go and sit and watch a film Arthur (but then again i usually fall asleep so will settle for your fabulous poem) I love the humour here too:-) hugs Jan xx

Arthur Vaso

April 28, 2017 at 11:01 PM

Yes being almighty I am full of good will and humor!!!! :)

Chris Green

April 28, 2017 at 7:22 AM

Back to the days of Capone, Floyd, Luciano and the boys. Brings up visions of Valentine's Day. A lot of red around that time. This was very cool, a little humor, a little history and a lot of good poetry.

Arthur Vaso

April 28, 2017 at 11:02 PM

Thanks Chris, was fun to do!