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  157.     

Operatic Omelette

I could write a sonnet
about what I just ate.
My lady's beautiful
omelette.
I may try operatic,
p'raps poetic,
that music of taste,
an omelette in travel
going from north to south
via my mouth.
No omelette going to waste,
a thing to revel,
my lady's a devil
when cooking that omeletting
thing.
So play it again
sonnet, operatic,
cooking poetic.
So pan out again,
do you ken.
 
George BernardBloodyShaw

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  158.     

A Poet And River

A stream I am struggling with tears,
Blocked on way mine by a boulder stone,
And wonder how to move on my own,
How to flow unhindered free from fears.

A poet I am singing my heart,
To heart cleave I and in heart believe,
To head’s devil my due still I give,
Two pillars and yet two poles apart!

An endless duel raging within,
What I wish to say be yon of words,
Words are all upon which I must lean,
Words and words, all wearing wings of birds,
A quenchless quench, dilemma of life,
There’s not but walking on edge of knife.
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This piece uses a nine-syllabic (three feet) anapaest metre
unlike most sonnets that have ten-syllabic (five feet) iamb.
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- Sonnets | 21.08.14 |
 
Aniruddha Pathak

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  159.     

When You Pressed Me To Pen A Poem

When you pressed me to pen a piece—a few
Good lines the least for a well-meaning friend
Soon to leave, leaving me starring at blue
Skies, blinking stars and blank paper in hand,
And I was left brooding on things and ways:
Poems are no stray gifts picked from shelved piles,
Nor am I one that can spew out vain praise;
Unsure I stared still— at ceiling and tiles.
Yet, had you been a daughter just, you see—
Not one with an escape loop of ‘-in-law’,
I’d have fished out one from the deepest sea;
And half-tried still, I doubt if you it saw—
The piece that can a daughter-in-law please,
Some wishes born are to be wish horses.
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Why can’t a daughter-in-law be a daughter? Rhetorical, yet, it’s
easier said than try make it happen. From this dilemma has this
sonnet been born.
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- Sonnets | 08.05.14 |
 
Aniruddha Pathak

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  160.     

Once...

Once there was a page, with nothing on it,
So I took up my pen, and wrote a sonnet;
nothing special, but it rhymed,
and so I did it, one more time.

Poems are images that only I can see,
hope you can visualize as well as me;
it's written from the heart and soul,
afterward, I feel it makes me whole.

To set in rhyme the things I feel,
to others of a kind, it must reveal;
they're not alone upon this earth,
creating poems is actually giving birth.

The pregnancy is short and sweet,
as we put words upon the sheet;
to set our troubled minds at ease,
as we write as many as we please.

Once there was a page, with nothing on it,
so I sat at my P.C., and wrote a sonnet;
I tried to get my point of life across,
and if I didn't, it was my only loss.
 
David Lessard

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