Lumpy- Headed Sonnet

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Lumpy- Headed Sonnet

Greetings! And what has brought you to see me, Mr. Dawson?

You see, I’ve found a small lump that has amassed mass distress

And would you say from day to day that you feel mad depressed?

A curveball, but yes, I confess feeling less than awesome.

 

Do you drink too much? Feel out-of-touch? And if so, how often?

Maybe… Yes… I guess the process has me viewing my own coffin.

Do you feel like a let-down to all who love you in life?

Is your med-degree in poetry? Why yeah, I bear that strife.

 

And how often would you say that you indulge in marijuana?

What? I’m here for my lump. Kindly address that instead.

Evading the question? But why on earth would you wanna?

 

No answer? Let’s refocus. My prognosis is something you’ll dread.

How much time do I have left? I know that I am a goner.

There is no lump, Mr. Dawson. It is all inside your head.

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Inspired by dVerse MTB – Neruda and the free verse sonnet, hosted by Bjorn, but not shared there, as this is not quite what he was looking for in a Petrarchan sonnet. The subject matter is inspired by actual events. When I saw Bjorn’s post, it gave me the idea to create a conversation in sonnet form. [EDITED: Bjorn suggested that I share it on his prompt anyway, so I did! I also tightened a few lines in my poem. The flow was bugging me.]

Did I just invent a new form? Surely someone has already done this. Meh. It was a good de-stressing exercise anyways.

If you’re curious about Petrarchan sonnets, head over to dVerse. Also check out some examples here.

 

Vertigo Allegro in Indigo

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Vertigo Allegro in Indigo

Clutched,

spun in terror,

gripped by rage,

my eyes deceive

 

Fire and grief,

I bleed, spinning, listening,

inhuman laughter splatters

 

Shattered visions falling,

screaming at the blur

unsure of perspective

 

Settling

upon my bed,

resting my head,

exchanging one dream

 

For another,

never waking

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Written for dVerse Quadrille #38 – Dream, hosted by  De Jackson (Whimsy Gizmo). Go here to read other poet’s contributions.

The Egregious Lie Regarding Tinkerbell’s Revenge

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The Egregious Lie Regarding Tinkerbell’s Revenge

After Tinker Bell died,

Peter couldn’t remember her.

Do my dead parents

haunt my peripherals

because they fear similar fates?

 

Fairies are too small

to hold more than one feeling

at a time. When dreamy

unspoken words dissipate

into unsavory vapor,

 

I envy them.

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Written for dVerse’s  Quadrille #37–Be Not Afraid, hostd by Victoria Slotto. Go here to read other poet’s contributions.  

Sunset Hunting for Two

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Sunset Hunting for Two

Her sky aflame, chasing sunsets

Horizon frets

We try to grasp

Her song’s last rasp

 

Her blush remains, shadows unfurl

Cirrus spit curl

Red dusk’s deplore

Billows ashore

 

Her heart exclaims, pulsing twilight

Sky night’s calcite

She blends me in

Obsidian

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Written for dVerse’s MTB–The Minute Poem, hosted by Frank Hubeny. Go read about it because this form is freaking bonkers! The moment I read about it, I knew I had to give it a go.

While you’re there, check out other poets’ take on this tight, tight form!

A Dry Word from the Thirsty Gentleman by the Bar

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A Dry Word from the Thirsty Gentleman by the Bar

I don’t want to

burden you

with overflowing

echoes of my emptiness,

 

but if your efflorescence

yearns for my warmth,

I’ll fill you with

my want

until

 

we’re both spilled,

replenished,

wrung.

 

But if

your echoed thirst

is misread

 

please enjoy this free drink.

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Written for dVerse’s Quadrille #32, hosted by De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo. The wordplay of the day is echo.

When most of us think of the word echo, haunting, wistful imagery tends to come to mind. I wanted to try finding a silly counterbeat.

Go here to read other poets’ contributions to this prompt.

Day 27 – Five Dirty-Swirl Limericks

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Five Dirty-Swirl Limericks

Insufficient Arrangement

A woman whose fiancé lacked

a physical lust fully-packed

she winked at a bro

girls called Mandingo

her engagement was spent fully-Blacked

 

Spaghetti History

I met a young girl at a rave

who said she loved 12 Years a Slave

but in her tale of woe

confused it for DJango

and thought that’s how all Blacks behave

 

 

Not All Shrews

A snow-bunnied, fancy, fair shrew

who fancied a fanciful screw

fancied-up a plan

netting her a man

screwed into a fancy new hue

 

Truth or Consequence

A virgin from wagon-worn trails

was told that all Back men had tails

she asked one for fun

now they have a son

some answers come with more details

 

 

He Can Dig It

Not picky, a man who spoke Jive

loved all girls, white, brown, and alive

he knew of no crime

for two-at-a-time

so he hoochie-coochied with five

Nymphs and Satyr

William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1825-1905) – Nymphs and Satyr (1873) – Public Domain

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Written for dVerse Limericks form, hosted by Frank Hubeny .

Other dVerse poets contributed their takes on this form, and though I’m always impressed by the talent displayed, there are surprisingly few dirty ones. Guess it’s up to me to rep the “Dirty Old Man” demographic.

You want me on that wall. You need me on that wall. 😉

 

 

 

 

Day 25 – Universal Truth

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Universal Truth

Crust moves, Earth-grooves, Jurassic pace

orbiting, spinning, winning annual race

sun streaks along axis, galactic arm

Milky Way hurtles away

from its collective farm

 

Infinite universe expands

under universal demand

I land on my back, dreamland,

earthbound in my remand

knowing nothing’s ever still.

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My second still poem for dVerse Quadrille #31, hosted by Grace. I normally try not to go to the same well twice in a row during NaPoWriMo, but I’m sapped for ideas. I’m running on fumes and limping to the barn, but racking my brain is helping with my depression a bit, and I think I can make it to the end! Five more, people!

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Day 24 – One Day, While Sprinting to Check the Mail

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One Day, While Sprinting to Check the Mail

I spied a nonagenarian

struggling to our mailboxes,

sluggish enough

to be considered

still-life.

 

I offered to help him.

 

He unhurriedly

glanced my way.

 

“Young man,

don’t worry,”

 

he said with a wry

twinkling smile.

 

“None of us are getting out of here alive.”

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Written for dVerse Quadrille #31, hosted by Grace. The word for quadrille Monday is still.  

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Day 18 – Greetings from Blessing My Heart after Your Betrayal

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Greetings from Blessing My Heart after Your Betrayal

Hi you, grinning with gentle malice

Vile intentions known, veiled thinly

Hiding behind wide-eyed finnocence

And letter of the law, perverted

 

Sup, you, symphonic syphilitic cynic conductor

I’m compelled to commendtalieate

Impressed, I will pat your twisted back

Before kicking you down the fucking stairs

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Written for NaPoWriMo’s optional day 18 prompt: neologisms (made-up words) and dVerse Tuesday Poetics: Wish you were here. (postcard prompt). Let’s just say that I’ve had to deal with some interesting personalities recently.

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