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the sunshine dancing about the nebulas
lands squarely upon the earth
then peeks through the kitchen window
with a most inviting smirk
the guitar resting quietly
plagued by strings out of tune
prays there will be time
to play those Mississippi Delta blues
a sonnet screams for pronouns
there is no answer to this call
lying on a sheetless mattress
staring holes in the apartment wall
I am busy, yes I am busy
don’t they know I am busy
I am busy, oh so busy
busy dying
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I once wrote a sonnet for a pointless percussionist.
Telling him he is lucky to be getting them at an early age.
A fool was I neglecting his nonchalance with my heart.
I once wrote a sonnet for a dull director.
Telling him he haunts my dreams with his graceful tunes.
A fool was I wasting my skill on that opening line.
I once wrote a poem for an admirable athlete.
Telling him his words echo down the street.
A fool was I asking for more than he ever cared.
A fool am I explaining this misuse of time.
Telling him how he will be related to the movies. And thus,
I am writing a poem for a mesmerizing manager.
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Slotted abruptly into a concept
Bold intimation begs he correspond
Gypsy psyche brown moth becomes windswept
Attempt to bracket him or wander on
Waiting with pattern disrupted, fear tinged
On crops offering fluffy promises
Closing chapter rips lustre from bronze wings
Field generosity astonishes
Cotton airborne released from spindly twigs
Soul exfoliated floats borderless
White flight blank wanting absorbs all of his
Virgin shirks burden of choice, subordinate
Soft vessel travels to land's bitter edge
In salt soak Pacific, brief life extends
9th May 2021
Written for Contest: Summer Love Sonnet
Sponsor: John Hamilton
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Sonnet: Star-Crossed Lovers
Part 1
I am here gazing at the horizon
Wondering if you still do the same there
I know you exist in that part of zone
Where I can't be so I go out to stare.
I sit on rocks in this side of the sea
Looking at the emptiness of the night
Feeling the cold wind though I cannot see
Just a thought of you lingers my sole light.
Not once did I saw a shadow of you
Yes! I feel you there in the other side
I'll patiently wait for I know you're true
And like me you look in the sky so wide.
Each night that I'm alive I embrace tight
Moments to think of you thinking my flight.
Point of view of the girl who lives at night time.
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MASON MOUNT (MM10)
Mason in the middle,
Fast mo' as a fiddle,
like flashy speed of an eagle,
As sharp on the field like a needle,
making dem fans scream and giggle,
hater's tongue wag with no briddle,
the talk of a legend is just a riddle,
Yet, legendary path this boy saddle.
Mas makes many more mouth mingle,
beats opponents like they're for the taking,
Blue superstar in the making,
monstrous matches & memories Mas makes,
Mason mounting meltingly on my muse poetics.
Make some noise for "Mason The Mounatic".
Form: Sonnet & Rhymes
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © December 22nd, 2020.
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Therefore as my heart beats for you and you only..(he's thinking)
(She knows assuming?) as she smirks while her fire-red hair ignites more than her surrounding
Yet the room is ready for a bong fire as her hair throws off more than this room can give off its space
Panic arises for there's no circulation in this tiny dungeon and I can't seem to breathe (he's acknowledged as she)
The fire is ready to set within flames and melt this Winter down
A candle burning near doesn't have a chance against tonights winter sonnet(shes considering)
Yet ready to consider for thee,
Thou my heart beating for her and her only will tame this flame(he knows)
My heart beats for her and her only(he still knows)
My heart beats for him and him only(she knows )
He grins thus Winter for MB"19"
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A man ready to propose to his girlfriend, on Christmas Eve taking a walk through the icy park acknowledge and analyzes the snow and the love of his acknowledge.
Beautiful snow repeatedly never seem to amaze my inner conscious by those curious eyes invading more than a glance. I look at your small boots printed in the snow as I follow them.As you already know that I will follow you to the end of earth. A snowflake falling mischievously out of curiosity may land cautiously with love yet daring to defy against the wrath of nature that wouldn't stop me to follow milady.I devote myself to the ground you walk on, in all honesty, you may as well have landed on my heart for I felt the impact. I yet to relinquish more than your boot announcing thy arrival s there isn't enough land where I wouldn't follow you for I am your winter love. I will walk a thousand miles after your footprints in this beautiful s, now again and again, forever I follow thee willingly with nothing but my undying love Merry Christmas I meant "Will you marry me?" as he gets on one knee in the snow waiting for evolution
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I was a schoolgirl then, in nineties
Braided hair and full-blown inundation of dreams
Yes. They still are strumming these to stack those feelings, intact
As an old page of a novella still wash the eyelashes, with nothing too showy in fact!
These often get teardrops whence a day is overpouring with drizzle out there, somewhere.
Dreams and all about dreams, they do come home, with no specific stanza in Rome, still try to spare
A Sonnet, a tire, attire or a screw, handheld too!
For days too long ago, they jump into play, they surely do!
I never thought about me, a glass covered VIP will be anyhow a mentionable from a perceiving crowd!
Yet, I felt I lit up for the Marie, that did mention the good name, for so many ways, in his legend to be proud!
Did he or did I that played on the height of a pin, I never felt that is a fair way to say, anyhow, anyway
May they feel the bliss that got the receiving crowd into a French braid that received the sunlight, years ago, per say!
How a president, a visiting one, will be the one to cherish the momentum of simple one,
the grace, the Carpediem, the lone star and the lonely synapse of memory that does play in the half-lit room, in tune!
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Night falls so calm like the stars ready to race the sunset, where are you this lovely evening as I have you in mind like the stars ready to bring out this night alive yet lively, I await like the sun ready to come up
As chaotic as a hurricane circling a volcano ready to erupt literally alike so in my head, help arrives when no one was alerted so, yet another storm is ready to touch land but I do wonder when will help really arrive when help is called upon
In do time, like of the essence in a literal way of meaning this too shall pass like the storm in my head, I'm hoping as I give thanks to you for I have you in mind to put out the volcano flames ready to burst, now all is calm and the storm has passed as I see afar past thus of that, there, here unknown sonnet
Beautiful comes to mind at first as I'm opening the window in the morning as I see a butterfly drifting above an elegant rose bush, instantly it seems to have somewhat of a resemblance to the distance that divides our thoughts being taken day after day or storm after it rains
Adrift from the wind makes the butterfly swerve mildly as yet I vision another butterfly coming to join the rosy masquerading, all come to an absolute halt as I figure I may as well enjoy the smell of this rose bush while opening this window with not a thing in mind at all
I'm afraid if I happen to blink I could miss more than your astonishing handsomely manliness only the greatest could offer as a blessing to walk amongst thus, do I dare to blink, or whom do I thank thee in regards of thee to give thank to, I breathe before I lose my breath as I'm breathless for you yet patiently I am waiting for your re-arrival with a beating heart and words flowing like no tomorrow yet I don't know your last name
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..for him
A little something in the
scintilla of soporific smiles you left me
beneath dulcet gazing twirls
of ballerina stars amongst a moonlit lullaby,
sitting in the quixotic corners of my
magnolia mind unwrapping whimsical
sestina sensations of every
enigmatic emotion
dreamt up in a sanguine spirit
"I love you,"
a sonnet susurrus poem
you whispered into
vanilla velvet tunes of tranquility
hidden against ballad beats
of fawn furtive fear
of rhapsody rejection..
A chuckle escapes my lips,
perhaps because you
don't seem to know the vesper vividly
uplifting my reviere realm
of harmonic hymns,
watering my galvanic garden
of emeralds and
pulchritudinous peonies
in the withering winter wind.
My vesper,
a chiaroscuro crescendo
in the marigold melodies
of my canvas,
A diaphanous dove breezed
our twinkling topaz
sending us a forbidden feather
of a reckoning reality
drenching in nebulous nectar
flowing threnody thorns.
Are we bound to be as
sailing stars intertwined into a
chalice cosmic dance,
where a foreseeing forever
results to fading slowly
as last sacred notes of a
virgin violin in cozy cynosure cottages
among fowling fireflies
of a deep nocturnal night?
Sweetheart,
must one day I suffer
to bear this life of
longing laminations
without your mystical
mellifluous mourn
to edify dissonant days
with hallowing hope betwixt
dusky ocean shores of serenity,
and seashells
of petal promises?
Inside amaranthine labyrinth
madness and
cauldrons of drowning despair,
you lied as a glimmering garnet
of twilit tercets in an
aethereal autumn sky.
If I achieved my
nirvana aurum and
rhinestone resolutions
to pursue a
gauze penumbra path
cascading a forensic future,
be there alongside me,
so we can create our own roses
of eternity.
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