Sonnet Silly Poems

I can't really write a sonnet
But if you want a limerick i'm on it
And if I had to write without rhymezone
My mind would have blown
Therefore...

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The wind has set dandelion tufts free
to ride summer breezes and spread their seed.
And she whispers, "If only that were me,"
her jittery heart longing to...

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Well, I got this aggitation
Running round in my head
Like old man armadillo
In the Missus’ flower beds

You see, a poem’s got a form
Like a critter’s got...

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Once I saw a purplish oblong tangerine,
Standing near the hydrant on Sixty-first
I wondered what it could possibly mean, 
Then, I was overcome with dreadful thirst
When...

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I cannot say that I have had the urge
To don a dress of white and raise a sign
Of protest, asking action to emerge
When leaders meet...

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My silly man, you inspire me to walk.
I love the way you cuddle and talks,
Invading my mind daily through the night,
Always dreaming about my charming...

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O, rats. I've been assigned to write a serious poem
  As if a boy can snap his fingers and grow 'em
What's worse, I hear...

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life is a dream  of chocolate covered trees
makes me so hungry to eat the trees
dark brown chocolate covered trees
as I eat them I hear...

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silly sequoia smirks
gulping lusty lurch
bounty breeze bears
callous crest's peer :
haughty hankering hoists
felon fate's foiled

busty bellow blush
under taunted touch
airy atmosphere crush

dark dances drool
moaning melody brood
pulsing punctured...

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Quis? Ego
~ on the anointing of Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson

So what if it was just a drunken dare
Quis? Ego! Made at Eton long ago
I...

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My only thought on love resembles this:
From such a distance I was nearly there,
I watched a couple strip each other bare.
They did a shot and...

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SONNET FOR THE SILLY

A blessing on all kinds of action silly
Let our God not be a solemn old curmudgeon
The folly that belies the serious dark...

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I Miss You...

Like high school tennis practice after classes
at the midpoint of May; so at the peak
of blurry vision owing foggy glasses
owing a humid leak...

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So what my geometry’s disproportioned
and I call myself a volunteer writer?
A felon?  Yep.  But that’s image distortion -
a classic lover, occasional biter,
sensitive-mid-age-crisis-approaching
double-divorcee-triple-duty-deadbeat-
dad does...

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She's here even if you can not see her,
She's here even if you can not hear it.
She makes herself known with a crazy purr,
Mia is...

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