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Attempted Sonnet

You asked, “Why don’t you write me a sonnet? ”
To be honest I’m not very good at rhyme,
Ten syllables sounds like a big struggle,
I wouldn’t stick to fourteen lines in it.
So I’m not going to do any of that.

I thought about stealing lines
From some other poems,
But I thought you’d 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 I’m not been stubborn.

All I can say is ‘I love you’,
Because that is what I feel.
A sonnet I can’t 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

Long journey

missed trains

late trains

(lost trains?)

at last

brings me to you
in the early hours

of the morning

yawning I

enter like a thief
in the night

to find you

on the ground
as if drowned

Shakspeare's Sonnets
at the outermost reach
of your fingertips

as if you had expired
reading it

my shirt clutched
in your hand

its cuff
stroking your hair

it's collar between your
open lips

my kiss
startles you awake

still cobwebbed
with dreams

you tell
of how

you tried
to stay up
to stay awake
to wait up for me

but sleep
kidnapped you

& hid you
in full view

upon the living room floor

dressed only
in a sonnet

with only
this shirt

for comfort.

I gather you

carry you
across the threshold

(never so naked a bride)

of our now
dawn brightened bedroom

you the most

thing on my eart

I lay
you in bed

like a seashell
I had found

marrying our minds



no impediments.
Dσnall Dempsey

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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 robi03_1831_robi03_0000 SXX_IXX 20081228

Ink Links Inklings

Ink from inklings flows
weaving tapestry,
understanding grows,
rejecting falsity.

Monochromatic glow’s
innate harmony
kaleidoscopic shows

Image imago
enlightenment bestows,
imagination free.

Impressions’ unity
scorns ambiguity.

See also:
From Ink to Inklings 20061227
robi03_1533_robi03_0000 SXX_IXX

© Jonathan Robin sonnet written 28 December 2008

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Jonathan ROBIN

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Hearken my love and heed this letter well
For as you do the charm will surly last
Pow’rs that be have blessed my unholy spell
Unbreakable charm of magic I have cast

Devour each word and know that as you read
Thou shan’t forget the pow’r 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

Author notes

English Sonnet

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.
source: shadowpoetry.com
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