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 Jan 2015
Kirui Frank Junior
I think I am smart
I am good for art
I should go before a mirror!

Many times look
Turning and turning
Around and once again

I am content
I must be a spice
To make it a day!

I thought !
One,two ....thousand ,million
Agh!

Is it the call I received?!
The cite I visited?!
I was worried.

"Hey son,
Fear not,
It is the science of reflection ,
The mirror before you
Is broken!

My day was ruined!
The fear that creep
Is unknown,
From your absentmindedness
Kindly consult
 Jan 2015
Kirui Frank Junior
The world is being reduced to emptiness
Two or less
Shall miss a breathe a day
And the world
Shall go empty
The virus
Is not practically tested
It is a wonder!
And
To save people
Be a role model
The virus
Is "****!"
 Dec 2014
Elizabeth Squires
A line taken from the Oscar Wilde Poem ..."The Harlot's House".

E'er she'd dream of gent with truest intent
Yet none did step unto her hearth's cement  
Of a ******* she twas a common ****
A love of bliss could ne'er be by her side
She wished to become a ****** bride
Ordinary men of alley and of street
Had stripped her pristine heather neath sheet
Of a deep twine she's not have in a glut
The joys of sweet weather weren't bestowed
A beautiful love ne'er to be glowed
She sat alone with a constant wrenching
(A phantom lover to her breast) she'd claim
One who'd vow his fondness unto her name
In reverie the strumpet e'er pining
 Dec 2014
Elizabeth Squires
The stroke of thine quill, twas well felt by he
In its ink, one did utter a free spree
One admits, to the phrasing of *******
Maybe, one twas ill advised, in act
For this notation, had a harsh impact
A valuable lesson, twas taught to me
That being, be much more thoughtful of he
Using that term, has left a very big hole  
Communication lines, all stalled
Two persons, isolated and walled
An intemperate lash, won me no friend
The past error, of quill is very clearly seen
One had so awfully, vented one's spleen
Of this tutorial, I'll e'er comprehend
 Dec 2014
Elizabeth Squires
She wove a picture of glory with her hand
Each thread showing the colors of nature
To behold its attributes twas grand
All the features making for allure
Her beauty ever so astounding to sight
Blue of sky stretching over the vast terrain
Pristine snows covering mountains of height
Red soils spanning across the open plain
So splendidly embroidered our globe
With hues of green in the vegetation
Floral shades sewn through this gorgeous robe
Truly stupendous of decoration
Our planet possesses so may fine tints
She is a wonder of such divine glints
 Dec 2014
Elizabeth Squires
Twas a very clever ruse he did devise    
To appear in two separate outfits
But he didn't count on my astute eye's wits
I'd fast detected his not so smart guise
On a weekly basis he plays his trick
Bobbing up as Jim then as Mister Loy
One has caught well onto his crafty ploy
He's thinking that I'm of a mind quite thick
How one so delights in his duality
Ever doth it bring a smile to thine face
These facades so different in kind
He is of a binary personality
I'm so well acquainted with his grand trace
Of his wee artifice one is not blind
 Dec 2014
Elizabeth Squires
The scaffolding of the heart falls apart
When our beloved kin quickly depart
A repair kit is sought for the lasting grief
Tears are never ending in their sad stain
The living burdened with years of pain
Wrenched from those caring arms in cruelness
The soul e'er feels the ache of bitterness
To have consolation soothing relief
Always a cavern of dark clouds prevail
A death causes us to constantly ail  
In search of solace we all go looking
A brighter glimmering light regained
The sorrows of loss well ingrained
Our dearest leaving so overwhelming
 Dec 2014
Sylvia Frances Chan
I have read a sonnet of tragedy
I have read about melancholy too
I know what that means if you have that love
Appreciate if he be God above
tragedy-melancholy be the same
a sonnet of drama disappointment
full of autumnal rustling leaves actions
the finest tinges down in the abyss
the sonnet of my tender love my bliss
I address this only to my darling
sweetheart, honey, how can I call you now?
regard this sonnet as my purest vow

you know that this sonnet is meant for you
my precious truest vow for you, darling



© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
Friday, 5th December 2014
A Sonnet for My Truest Loce

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