Short Curtal Sonnet Poems
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GIRL
Ghost
In
Real
Life.....
is a false saying.
Genius
In
Real
Life......
is a correct saying.
Look at your Mother,
Just like a Bird' feather.
Even she is a girl,
In the form of a living Pearl.
a foul-mouthed catfish splashed me in the face
the water I swallowed was foul, smelled like fish
I was annoyed at the beast, wanted to kill it
it is God’s creature, give it some grace!
This was said to me by my neighbor Ms. Swish.
Who felt differently after her finger it bit.
Footsteps to Ruin
This spring makes my heart beat faster
went for a walk saw a verdant field sprinkled
with xanthous flowers nodding
in the mild zephyr
I must take a photo.
Walked onto the field to find the prettiest ones
looked behind me, my heavy boots
had ruined lesser beauties
Ok, My first kill
He did deserve it
It was well deserved
They said "Do it" I said "I Will"
He begged for me to quit
Wrapped him in plastic, To stay preserved
Marked with a pile of stone
Buried shallow, Not even deep
I don't care if you find it
I peeled his flesh from the bone
Till his screams went to weep
Don't feel bad a bit
I walked on stage.
Singing one of Cyndi Lauper's songs.
I sang a sweet melody, and everyone sang along.
My voice sounded sweet and strong.
I woke up from my slumber.
Realizing that it was just a dream.
I didn't hear my mother call me.
Telling me that it was time to go to school.
I decided to sleep a bit more.
Falling into that REM stage.
The Lord has always
in his own way replaced
What the evil one has stolen from me.
The Lord has always
been with me
when no one else was
God is good and God is
Love
God is all their is !!!
Peace be with U
forever
Amen
He gave me friendships
He gave me rainbows
He gave me Love
He gave me intimacy
He gave me everything
Always
Kiss my forehead
My face is flushed.
Caress my hair
Give me a long stare.
Hold me, take my hands
Direct my stare and hands
to you.
I am blind, help me see
Hold my hands and show
me the map of your body.
Kiss my hands
My face is flushed
Caress my face, give me
that rush.
Take it off and place it
there. Take my hands and place
them anywhere.
A snatch of sound is carried by the wind,
a delicate and solitary note.
There at the end, the pitch just slightly bends;
it rises for an instance as it floats.
So lovely, it is over far too soon -
and then, a second, similar delight!
The chorus brings a lump within the throat.
Then, there! Two darkened shadows block the moon,
seen rising from the lake in tandem flight:
a pair of loons.
Not easily followed, a monarch’s flight
Delicate and dainty in so many ways.
Jealous of course is Mr. Worker Bee
She is lithe and lovely, pretty and light.
Wondering if she will last ‘til end of days.
She flutters past both my shoulder and knee.
She is amazingly easy to love
But will she return for all of my Mays?
Surely this will be revealed to me
All I know is she was sent from above.
The winter darkness falls before the day
Has run its course, long ere the eyes of those
Who labor seek surcease from weariness.
The home-bound traffic winds its halting way
Beneath the moon-bound Evening Star and slows—
A mess.
And so I sit with promises to keep,
Ensnarled within a concrete wilderness
As news and music streams from radios.
At last the exit home—to eat, to sleep,
And rest.
Finding happiness I become weightless;
A giggle? I’m ready for anything,
even a swan dive off a creaky plank;
An idea with a smile’s limitless,
that intense energy’s levitating;
Whatever inspires me I turn that crank
like fireworks my poetry will deploy;
Floating on daisies in a riverbank
arms behind my neck I’m lighter than air,
nearby a paper plane called ‘No Joy.’
and sank.
Once upon happily ever after,
it’s the power that the storyline has;
Khaki pants red shirts selling novelty,
brown hair a montage passes in a blur
ending in a field of wildflower grass;
Every scene filled with possibility;
You believe that anything can happen,
two lovers meeting on an overpass;
Copper sunsets if we were a movie,
Chocolate moments melt into forgotten
candy.
I remember when I was three years old
playing in a sandbox at the playground,
and how much fun I had when it wasn't planned.
I'd create wondrous castles to behold
using a pail, and I'd sculpt the background
by hand.
Like stepping into a magical box,
that sandbox appeared especially grand.
A perfect place, for no one was around
when my imagination played with rocks
and sand.
Curvaceous beauty, she knows not her strength
Offsets gentleman to edge of his brink.
Then she captures soul with her sweet smile.
Our hero stretches to his tallest length.
Heroine’s face flushes a pretty pink.
Their love can be seen a country mile.
She pledges her love forever more.
As she cannot resist our hero fair.
Who can throw pink roses down the aisle?
That is what dainty flower girls are for.
Thankful for kindness in every handclasp,
letting me know you are happy I’m near;
Pizza in a warm preheated oven
anticipating cheese so hot you gasp;
No need for a feast as long as you’re here;
A movie and a bit of your lovin’
I’m so incoherent happy with you,
this special evening I want to savor;
As spices permeate the atmosphere
your love is a gift too good to be true
given.
There must be a square to form a circle,
four women to call every element;
Together they are a force of nature,
joined by every celestial particle;
An equation’s sum has no argument,
there’s no solution except an answer;
Spell-casting as one the strongest skill,
in the air hangs their collective flavor;
Bound and connected for the moment,
primary laws of magic always will
endure.
We are made to make it up as we go
extracting wild ideas from our minds;
Dancing to music no one else can hear
yet graceful every motion seems to flow;
Buried moments turn into hidden finds
once uncovered they never disappear;
The strongest cravings you can satisfy
just escape reality shut those blinds;
Fall asleep wander without any fear,
listen to a daydreamer’s lullaby
my dear.
Throughout history, Man feared the unknown:
beyond the far horizon was taboo.
And yet, curiosity led the way
past castle walls, into that twilight zone:
"where there be dragons," waiting to eat you
myths say.
We've scaled the precipice of the unknown:
though fear tried to take that moment away.
But life doesn't stagnate, nor stand in a queue;
possibilities pass a new milestone
each day.
It is as fast as lightning,
And you never know when or where it is occurring.
You are told about it, what a bore,
But soon you'll be at it's door.
You might bawl,
But it comes for us all.
You should not fret,
Because I would bet,
That it will not hurt,
And it will be curt.
So don't you worry,
There's no need to hurry
Someday the world will stop,
But don't stop, you haven't reached the top
Hallmark has torn all of my dreams in half,
however now wonderland is waiting;
Filled with glittering truth but no logic
now you instantly need a photograph;
Suddenly moments are worth capturing
sentimental has turned pathologic;
Something perfect has grown out of ashes
I can feel my expectations changing;
Behaving nothing short of bombastic
over and over my old camera flashes
magic.
Sitting in such seductive seclusion,
it truly feels good to be left alone.
Your ideas are free to go sprinting,
the equisite desire of delusion.
Every daydream's a malleable stone,
it's tricky to pause a road transforming.
Full metamorphosis before your eyes,
that visual will chill you to the bone.
Capture just one bubble before bursting,
A neglected seed of heart's desire cries
staining.
Spider webs woven into that guitar,
soft music will echo and hang around;
The audience an unsuspecting fly
tries to wiggle held tight by a grimoire;
Souls become lost and can never be found;
It will not fail over time they comply,
something in the air sedates what is shrill;
Quiet now it’s not so bad being bound;
Your submission you can now justify
any other move has become futile
to try.
I hear your siren song from the deep sea,
why are you in so thunderous a rage?
Still I feel this magnetic attraction,
drawing me into a cliff’s symphony;
I’ll willingly throw myself in that cage,
as much for me as your satisfaction;
Giving myself to the forces at play
I’m addicted to treacherous passion;
I don’t want it if the goal’s to assuage,
I want larger than life never just a
fraction.
I reach for you..... With my eyes into the heavens
I reach for you.... With my hand to feel your peace
I reach for you. .. With a heavy heart then blessed with your love
I reach for you.... With all my fears never afraid when you envelope my spirit
I reach for you ...To guide my days in the warmth of the sun I partake in your love
I reach for you...With All My Soul. ..To Give Thanks. ..for Your Blessing
Provocative tears and a face that frowns
accompany a costume so ornate;
She’s happy to come and entertain us,
with a flip tumbles in the Queen of Clowns;
Playing the Fool’s a charasmatic trait,
she comes to each field on a charter bus;
Without stepping off greeted by fanfare,
a frenetic crowd awaits at each gate;
They ogle and follow tempestuous,
moving from town to town just to chase her
ruckus.