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Happy Birthday Jenny (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Happy birthday to you Jenny
Hope your big day brings you plenty
Keep a bright smile all the way
Your mom sings your praises today

Soon you will be driving to school
Don’t forget to follow the rules
Enjoy your day with a buffet
Your mom sings your praises today

Happy birthday to you Jenny
Don’t forget to save your pennies
Wish on a star on your great day
Your mom sings your praises today

Happy birthday to you Jenny
Your mom sings your praises today

© Joseph, 8/20/2007
© All Rights Reserved

This is for the the daughter of our own poetess, Kathy.

The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three 
rhyming quatrains 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 Kyrielle Sonnet 
has eight syllables.  There are times when a French poem links back to the 
poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of 
the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the 

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2007

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Literally A Sonnet About A Hornet

Oh buzz off you crazy crazy hornet
Trying to land here upon my buttock,
Here I am eating my crispy cornet
Lazing naked in my garden hammock.

Tried to coax it with my berry ice cream
But alas it seems unprepared or blind,
Dancing upon an invisible beam
Homing in on me with a one track mind.

Could it be I’ve enhanced the essence air
With a gross wind to further relieve me,
Or is this a mock symphony of flair
Of a Britain’s got talent “Bumble Bee?”

His “The classical flight” winning first prize
In pain my swelling one hell of a size!

Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |

With the Morning Sun, an ABC Poem,Sonnet

Another morning filled with sun
Beckons the mind to open where,
Clearing the cobwebs has begun,
Dreaming so many words to share.

Enjoy my tea and my muffins
For this is when I’m most at peace
Grab pen and paper, fun begins
Hoping a new poem will release.

Imbedded in my mind are words,
Just wish I could remember some!
Knocking around, but never heard
Laugh it off, someday they will come.

Many thoughts appear thru the night
Never found with the morning light!

Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

SpongeBob SquarePants: Patrick Star Sonnet

Patrick Star is quite an odd ole starfish. 

Considering he’s a star, pointy, and bright pink. 

The Krabby Patty is one of his favorite dish. 

Bikini Bottom know that Patrick stink. 

Only a job at the Chum Bucket and Krusty Krab. 

Patrick loves to be with his friend SpongeBob.

He always go to Sandy’s to destroy her lab. 

Patrick eat and chews on nasty pink gum blob.

Run to Squidward who despises yellow. 

Patrick loves to fish at Jellyfish Fields. 

Plankton find Patrick to be extremely slow. 

Secretes from SpongeBob was very concealed. 

Patrick Star does live under a brown rock.

Patrick Star will always give you an shock.

Copyright © Briana Williams | Year Posted 2015

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Sunday Sonnet

Yes, to have a month of Sundays, I think
that would be the solution to Monday.
To skip the rest of the week with a wink
and eliminate all problems today.
Yes, I think that would be the solution.
No more stress or strain or auto commute.
Just a day of total absolution.
A month like this we could all salute!
A month of Sundays, the prospect boggles!
Home and family and visiting friends,
no more news related ugly hassles,
and no more errands to the earth's ends.
Yes, to daydream of a month of Sundays
and avoid the issues of the real days

Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2010

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A Sonnet On a Tough Girl

I never will forget in junior high this girl who was a two-faced friend of mine. I can’t remember now the reason why, but she got mad for something asinine. She said, “I’m gonna beat you up! Be at the park, beside the water tower.” She then told me, “Bet you won’t show up.” That brat was MEAN! All day I fretted needlessly of what could be a real bad episode! So after school with my best friend, I went And waited for that witch; she never showed! With great relief, I then began to vent to my best friend of things that we could do to that “tough girl” - a chicken through and through! *True story & dedicated to my junior high school foe, who later went on to marry (and then divorce) the brother of my BEST friend! To read more about what happened later on with me and her, please view "ABOUT THIS POEM" which can be seen by clicking in the left hand corner above the title of a poem. For Carol Brown's Poetry Contest: ORNERY BEST FRIENDS

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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a sonnet of love

A Sonnet 
If I knew you loved me, I would have
killed you before,   a sentence that makes no sense
keep swirling around my head. William Burroughs
could have said that or perhaps he has.
 I meet I woman once, not the first, and fell in love
with her, she was or could be my soulmate with her
I felt at ease not straining to be funny.
I was drawn into a black hole of love that could only 
end in hurts weighed down by my past.
So I ended it short, brutal but with sleepless nights.  

I met another woman nothing about soulmates; she just 
needed a place to stay near her place of work.
That was a long time ago, and now we are two lost souls 
comforting each other in the midnight hours.

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016

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Dream Sonnet

Aye t’was a beautiful breeze come a wafting through the trees,
The bonnie belles carpeted under the green ivy all a climb,
When along came me lassie, me favourite squeeze,
And to be sure now I’ll have a time of it makin’ this rhyme.

But I’ll not let that stop me, I’ll jest have me a nip,
As I describe me fair dream and the swing of her hip, 
the coarse hair fairly bristling o’er her upper lip,
And her dirty knickers hangin’ below her slip.

Ah such a fair one me heart did skip; to her me mug I’ll tip!
Couldn’t keep me hands off her as her nose begun to drip,
She had dried dinner on her cheek; oh how she did sneeze!
Whilst in girly fashion wiped her nose on her sleeve.

Kin ya blame me barkeep? Can ya try an perceive?
Why I woke in the night and started to heave?

Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2012

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love sonnet

Love Sonnet 
This afternoon at the local grocer I had bought a bottle of beer
 and a tin of tuna fish and I meet the daughter of the woman
I had been in love with, I had never seen her before and said 
halloo like she knew me and she was as lovely as her mother
was. Her mother came and I said something flattering, they both
smiled knowingly, you can`t fool a woman about love. I`m sure 
her mother had told her daughter of my trips to the post office
where she worked t the time. And they have been laughing, not of
derision, but by my inability to express my love openly. 

I`m telling this because when I came from hospital in December
after collapsing and had been given a pacemaker and the onset of 
the shingles I was in despair both physically and mentally and 
I said if I had died I would have no knowledge about this tristesse
My wife cried and I promised not to speak thus again and I would 
not met the daughter of the woman I loved 

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2015

Details | Italian Sonnet |


The Sonnet Man really needs a side kick,
But not a side kick that wants to fight crime.
I need one to come in at the right time,
And shatter things like a very wide brick.
Just like a witch, who knows how to ride sticks,
I need a chick who knows how to write slime,
Not expecting to get paid a bright dime,
Like someone who wants to be my pride pick.
I need a side kick who can kick some butt,
Or at least can kick up a little ink.
One who is not afraid, no matter what,
Of what anyone could possibly think.
One with words that will hit you in the gut,
Before you are even able to blink.

Copyright © dakarai cobb | Year Posted 2011

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New Year Tag - Spenserian Sonnet

T’is the season of jolly and such fun
Ending a year and starting out brand new
Others will be looking to the long run
Uplifting many with words from a few
Celebrating the new binding like glue
Moving together with tag poetry
Pot on the stove with Epulaeryu brew
This stew is filled with great artistry
T’is is just like cosmetic dentistry
Brings a smile to celebrating faces
The time is now for a royal entry
Like playing cards with faces of aces
Hello Lynn Marie go put on your clogs
Look out the window you have just been tagged!

Comment:  I was tagged by Katherine Stella.  Hello Lynn, this is especially for 
you.  Happy New Year!  Now you will have to find someone whose poetry you 
enjoy to tag.  NOTE: The Spenserian sonnet rhymes as follows: 
ABABBCBCCDCDEE.  The second four lines are linked by rhymes to the first four 
and the follow four, and a couplet concludes the poem by reemphasizing the 
main idea or proposing an alternative view.  Isn’t this fun!!!

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2006

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Monday Sonnet

If your headache is bad,
It's about to get worser.
The fun that you had
Is just a precursor...

To the fun you won't have
Once it's time to clock in.
There's no balm and no salve
That can quiet the din...

That clangs in your head
Once the work week's begun.
But at least you ain't dead,
And the man hasn't won.

So shake your fist and stick it to 'em.
Mondays, we all have to go through 'em.

Copyright © Jason Talbott | Year Posted 2011

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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 | Year Posted 2008

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A Love Sonnet

.                                                  A Love Sonnet
                                       Composed By: Sara Kendrick

                            Oh! What can I say of my love that's true

                             I just love a game of life with good rules

                     For knowing the rules~~following same~~no sue~

                     Like first write my name so I am known**cool**

                               This poem about love is dedicated

                               To a woman who Rambles poetry

                             Constance La France who meditated

                              Meditated, relaxed__watching trees

                            In her homeland of Canada life's ease

                       With her vintage clothes, a paying job~~well~

                          She is set to enjoy what I have to please

                      That she is so nice to comment on my tall tale

                          Let me summarize and not least disguise
                      Bending rules, dancing around right  is not wise

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010

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Friday Sonnet

It's the end of the week
Almost time to go home
Today ends the streak
Of 'productivity syndrome'.

I worked hard all day
Trying to get some things done
And I'm happy to say
That I'm still number one

At stalling and waiting
And doing it later
I simply am stating
I'm a shirker of labor

To all the work I have left...
I say, "T-G-I-F!"

Copyright © Jason Talbott | Year Posted 2011

Details | Light Poetry |

My first sonnet

                                          Long ago during my school life			
                                          One day, I saw a beautiful girl 			
                                              of another school near by			
                                              She smilled at me first time			
                                                  I did not know why 			
                                              My heart beats did a crime			
                                                 After few days gone			
                                                 I did never see her			
                                             My first Sonnet till I incur	

For Contest: Sponsored by PD		

Copyright © BL DEVNATH | Year Posted 2012

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Sonnet 18 reversed

Shall I compare thee to my Adelaide?
Thou art less lovely and less temperate.
Rough winds shake you, my bony lady May,
Adelaide’s lease hath all a better date. 

Sometimes too hot your eye of hell shines,
And often your ugly complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair always declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed. 

But her eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair her ow'st;
Nor shall death brag her wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time her grow'st,

So long as you can breathe or you can see, 
So long lives thou, and I will not love thee. 

Copyright © Ruby Zhang | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Shop Talk (A sonnet)

Ka-chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk
a shear blade stricking sheet metal, ka-chunk.
Cah-tink, cah-tink, cah-tink, cah-tink, cah-tink
a press pierces, notches and holes, cah-tink
Cha-boom, cha-boom, cha-boom, cha-boom, cha-boom.
Breaks form ninties on a blank sheet, cha-boom.
Zzzizz-zit, zzzizz-zit, zzzizz-zit, zzzizz-zit, zzzizz-zit,
The welder fills open corners, zzzizz-zit
Ssz-oowh, ssz-oowh, ssz-oowh, ssz-oowh, ssz-oowh,
A band saw cuts through copper tube, ssz-oowh.
Whirrr-fha, whirrr-fha, whirrr-fha, whirrr-fha, whrrrm-fha
Radial saws glide through steel rods, whirrr-fha.
Ka-chunk, cah-tink,cha-boom,zzzizz-zit, ssz-oowh,
Sounds of industry in a plant I know.

Copyright © Bill Doggett | Year Posted 2009

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The Sonnet Man's Sidekick

If I had to choose a partner in crime,
Why on earth would I choose another guy?
I would rather have a girl any time,
And you really do not have to ask why.
Which friend with benefits would I employ?
Wonder Woman can fly across the world,
But a Superwoman I could enjoy,
Or someone like Catwoman or Batgirl.
I need someone who proves their relevance,
Displaying powers I have not seen yet,
Or someone who controls the elements,
So I can see how wet a Storm can get.
       With so many ways down time could be spent,
       These crime fighting friends would be heaven sent.

Copyright © dakarai cobb | Year Posted 2010

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Thursday Sonnet

We should eat turkey once a week
And not just once a year.
I'd eat ev'ry part (but not the beak)
And wash it down with beer.

Thursday's the day that I propose
We eat this weekly feast.
Because as far as events go,
Poor Thursday has the least.

Lethargic Fridays would be implied,
(You'd need a day to recover.)
Thanksgiving would fall right in stride
So whaddaya say, turkey lover?

How do we make it official? I don't know what the laws be.
Thursday needed a lift ever since the last episode of Cosby.

Copyright © Jason Talbott | Year Posted 2011

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A Sonnet on a Discord

The ringing was so piercing and incessant
from way outside the house I heard its blare.
I ran into my room; my clock flourescent,
that object of offense, sat clanging there.

But when its button “off” I firmly pressed,
I hadn’t done a thing to stop the sound.
I then perceived there must have been some jest.
Oh, where could all the clamor’s source be found?

I sought my plague with mounting discontent,
and every room I managed soon to rake.
It taunted me; such shrillness was a torment.
And suddenly, I found myself awake!

Subconsciously my rising I had fought
and put the ringing in my own dream’s plot.

(This is a true story of how I kept myself from waking to my
dang ding-a-ling alarm clock)
For Paula Swanson's Ding-a-Ling Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Sonnet for the Noughties!

Come live with me, and be my mistress!
No old-fashioned “man and wife”!
We’ll share the things you have in common …
Who wants to live the single life?

Come live with me, and do my washing.
Cook my dinner, iron my shirts:
And when I’ve squandered all your money,
I’ll show you how love really hurts …

Come live with me, and have my children.
Change their diapers, clean the loo:
And when you fall in bed, exhausted,
I’ll find you something else to do …

Come live with me, and pay the mortgage.
Work your fingers to the bone.
I’ll splash out on a brand new motor!
Ten to one, we’ll lose our home …

Come live with me, and dwell in Limbo.
Lose your looks, and break your health:
And when you’ve lost your youth and beauty,
I’ll go shack up with someone else!

With apologies to W. Shakespeare

Copyright © Frances King | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |

Lithesome One Line Sonnet

Lithe sonnets worn once my ex now wear much wider space.

Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2016

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Me and my boy Funom sonnet

My boy and me. On the bed my pal sat drawing, My boy,one gem,"it's me time" I hug him,"why not art making", Duo get a key job to chime. Big tax kid,go for nap dreaming, Up now, sip tea,eat bun,boy mine, We go for fun,uno shuffling, Far is the zoo,we jog and mime. Oh!the joy of fox,cub, stories, Day is gay,ink in the glories , Pet dog in red cap hurries. Man in his eye,my son Saad, Fan of non veg,dad is Bernard, Mom in the gym,for lad it's hard. Funom Sonnet special rules. 14 lines, all words must contain only three letters or less, except for rhyme words. Lines must have 7 or 8 syllabic count Rhyme Pattern: a-b-a-b-a-b-a-b c-c-c-d -d-d My first attempt..quite time demanding and brainy., quite a few writes and rewrites...had fun. Thank you. Contest: The Funom's Sonnet Sponsor: Funom Makama 16/4/2016

Copyright © Rizwana Bhurani | Year Posted 2016

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Rise of The Sonnet Man

I was created to be creative,
Being blessed with a literary tongue
Meant to be foreign or to be native,
And the source upon which your ears are hung.
I spend days, in both present and past tense,
Finding a different way to use words,
Making them appeal to a certain sense,
Because they were created to be heard.
Whether I make you laugh or make you think,
The common goal is to make you react,
And possessing "the most powerful ink"
Is a statement that was meant to be fact.
       The Sonnet Man was created to thrill,
       By using his pen to showcase his skill.

Copyright © dakarai cobb | Year Posted 2010

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Aging (SONNET)

Of youth, I dare not say ado, yet wait
upon the willing heart that I be spared
that visit standing at the Pearly Gates,
I bide my time, not hurried to go there.

For on this Earth I tarry not to die,
believing soul and body to unite,
hence, the tongue in silence gives no cry,
with my Lord I stand in glorious light.

Grim Reaper, oh dreaded one, be not proud
for many, not I alone, must now fight
to keep our youth in the maddening crowd,
and know that never we should fear the night.

Alas, 'tis not from aging I dispair
but from telling mirror I must beware.

Copyright © Tamara Hillman | Year Posted 2005

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I dance Silly Sonnet

I dance and dance and dance some more
I dance to that funky beat
I tap my feet I move my feet upon the floor
As they turn up the heat
I rock it out and rock around the place
I twist and turn and lift my hands
Sweat drips down and off my face
As I break the binding bands
My body moves left and right
My mind is not in command
My moves are hot and out of sight
It grooves to the music's demand
Finally I fall down to the ground
Like old broken hound

Copyright © James Cottrell | Year Posted 2015

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The Code of The Sonnet Man

Now my moral code might be confusing
To those who think in terms of good and bad,
But I am compelled to go on using
My moral code, though it makes others mad.
What is right is right, What is wrong is wrong,
And everything in between makes sense
To the one who composes his own song,
So do not bother making yourself tense.
I took an oath with my right hand in air,
While firmly over my heart was my left,
To seal the deal as I boldly declare,
"Steal from the rich and keep it for myself."
        This is just a part of the master plan
        Of the hero known as The Sonnet Man.

Copyright © dakarai cobb | Year Posted 2010

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Rhoda's Twin Moons Birthday (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Two moons shine in the morning sky
Join each other as time goes by
Providing light to guide the night
Like Rhoda’s birthday shining bright

From a place so nice it’s named twice
Like birthday cake with blending spice   
The Big Apple has sparkling lights
Like Rhoda’s birthday shining bright

Happy birthday to you Rhoda
Drink lemonade and not soda
Celebrate your day as you write
Like Rhoda’s birthday shining bright

Two moons shine in the morning sky
Like Rhoda’s birthday shining bright

© Joseph, 8/20/2007
© All Rights Reserved

This is for our New York Poetess, Rhoda.

The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three 
rhyming quatrains 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 Kyrielle Sonnet 
has eight syllables.  There are times when a French poem links back to the 
poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of 
the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the 

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2007

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The Sonnet Man strikes

I do not fight crime, so please lock your doors,
Since I am unable to protect you
From those who steal from the rich and the poor,
And are extremely good at what they do.
Most criminals are not employed,
So this means that we all can sleep in late,
Since sleeping is something to be enjoyed,
And waking up early is what we hate.
I know my disguise is quite "hood" looking,
So please do not even bother to ask.
But, if I happened to be good looking,
Then, I would not bother to wear a mask.
       Expect me to wear a tee-shirt and jeans,
       Because costumes cost too much to dry clean.

Copyright © dakarai cobb | Year Posted 2010