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You asked, Why dont you write me a sonnet?
To be honest Im not very good at rhyme,
Ten syllables sounds like a big struggle,
I wouldnt stick to fourteen lines in it.
So Im not going to do any of that.
I thought about stealing lines
From some other poems,
But I thought youd realize what they were.
So I write this in my own words,
So let us doth go forth with prose.
How do I love thee? Let me think,
Erm, you make me feel good,
You make me smile.
I think I make you smile too,
When Im not been stubborn.
All I can say is I love you,
Because that is what I feel.
A sonnet I cant give you,
So all I give is this and my love,
I hope they will be enough.
© Charlie F. Kane
Charlie F. Kane
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An Ever Fix'd Mark
brings me to you
in the early hours
of the morning
enter like a thief
in the night
to find you
on the ground
as if drowned
at the outermost reach
of your fingertips
as if you had expired
my shirt clutched
in your hand
stroking your hair
it's collar between your
startles you awake
to stay up
to stay awake
to wait up for me
& hid you
in full view
upon the living room floor
in a sonnet
I gather you
across the threshold
(never so naked a bride)
of our now
dawn brightened bedroom
you the most
thing on my eart
you in bed
like a seashell
I had found
marrying our minds
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From Ink to Inklings
FROM INK TO INKLINGS
From ink to inklings visions flow
to stitch life's tapestry and sow
seeds which obscurity reject
as search for light owes slight respect
to monochromes which seldom show
more than man thinks he needs to know
or throw as viewpoint to reject
the inklings others' inks project.
So when one writes on rags to glow
upon a screen ensure thoughts throw
no jealous shadow yet protect
true principles few should forget.
Concluding couplet signs a smile
to mystic storm's intense sense style.
© Jonathan Robin sonnet written 27 December 2006
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Ink Links Inklings
Ink from inklings flows
From Ink to Inklings 20061227
© Jonathan Robin sonnet written 28 December 2008
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Hearken my love and heed this letter well
For as you do the charm will surly last
Powrs that be have blessed my unholy spell
Unbreakable charm of magic I have cast
Devour each word and know that as you read
Thou shant forget the powr of written verse
Eternal soul and that which you must heed
I tell you this so you may know the curse
You drank the poison, it is now too late
For by reading these words, the cursed is you
Damned you are so relish your new born fate
Bask in eternal torment you ensue
For all who crossed me in this mortal life
Shall be afflicted with eternal strife
The volta changes at L9 where it is then too late for the reader. (unless you're my friend; hehe)
Sonnets are formal poems and consist of 14 lines (3 quatrains and a couplet) , traditionally written in iambic pentameter - that is, in lines ten syllables long, with accents falling on every second syllable.
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