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David Bird Feb 2010
The day was for England to look solid
  South Africa were happy to play slow
It turned out that England wanted squalid
  Opposition gave us nowhere to go

Andrew Strauss was done in by a shooter
  Jonny Trotted past a full one today
Collingwood survived ***** past his ******
  Ian Bell gave us most cause for dismay

Now Kevin played nicely for a while
  But Colly got out to leave us in fear
Prior left us too soon for a smile
  So for Broad and Swann the plan was clear

Jimmy hit them for the SIX of the game
But for glory Graeme Swann was the name
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I recieved a challenge from Sophie (or Sophia) from the Test Match Sofa Team. The question about my ability to write other forms was raised.

I enjoy a challenge, so after a bit of time on Wikipedia and for the first time in my life, I learned about Sonnets. 14 lines. 10 syllables per line. And something I really didn't grasp called Iambic Pentameter. Well, I had a go, it's not great; but crap in my hat, it's HARD. Back to limericks for me.

Anyhow, via this sonnet, I tried to capture the feel of Englands first innings. I hope not to write a dirge for the 2nd innings.
Be thankful for the rain ,
for when it came parched lands were quenched amugst humid skies ,
as darker clouds gathered at four in the afternoon .
The letter I meant to send you lies unopened on my table .

There was no post today ,
no stamp as the post office was closed ,
no rail road to sent by train to sort out ,
No pigeon post as my bird had died that morning in its cage ,
Or telegraph man with heavy burden of death to knock on your door .
My WiFi off line
E mails down ,
My paper plane would not take to flight ,
If I could have walked to your house and mailed it by candel light ,
Or sent a sonet ,
Or a chorister of chamber singers at dusk .
By quil and ink I would have written
ā€˜ I love you ā€˜
Whitavius Jul 2020
O Self! Why feel thus conflicted?
Hast thou such hypocricy
To consider thyself outside the predicted?
O thou ego of utter aristocracy...

O Self-righteous self in me
Blinded art thou so intense?
What extent thou can't see
Your anger makes no sense!

O my, my, my... EGO...
What makes it so different for you?
Accusations of attrosity, wrong and woe
Yet the very same thing, you yourself do!

An adaptable morality indeed
Ethics subject to personal need...
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Death-throws  Apr 2015
Snap
Death-throws Apr 2015
Love me all the same
please
Love me all the same
I speak about my paradise like  its my own apocalypse
despising my own empty cranium
hold me  higher my love
dont ever let me go
I built empires on the sands of your mind
a grain out of place and civilizations  crumble and burn
love me all the same
please
love me all the same
you broken sonet
you fouled field
our pasts are fickle and ripe with pain
our falicies where religions decades ago and generations before
they where truths
whispered in hushed shadows
and murmured between soulless corpses
I am a drunk who rambles about sobriety
my dear love me all the same
please love me all the same
my feilds are cracked with fractures more then skin deep
the mountains in my mind are carved from the pebbles of the souls
ive crushed beneath my foot,
you have no idea the weight i carry withen myself
too much for a legion of mules to bare
but just enough weight to bend my sanity,
my dear i beg you
please love me all the same
Georgiana S Oct 2014
When I blink
I tender the grey clouds
The soft movements,
Gentle the fierce wounds -
Grinding memories
With my bare hands,
Too dense and bleak.

When I walk by
The lights go low,
The leaves turn yellow,
They fly and sink
Swirl and speak
Silent sounds
Of primordial cycles -
Too dense, too bleak.

When I breathe...
Shivers of cold lives,
The echoes of distant deaths,
The murmurs of deepest depths,
Surpressed in lullabies -
A sonet of primordial cycles,
Too dense, too weak.

With a single gesture
I can make the Earth stay still.
Time is a ***** villain
And I like to hear It scream
Seconds, moments, lifetimes -
Under the pressure
Of my fingertips -
Primordial senses
Too dense, too bleak, too weak.
Melissa  Sep 2015
i see poetry
Melissa Sep 2015
I saw her
but she wasn't a human
she wasn't flesh and curves and hard lines
she wasn't tangible and real
she was a poem
made up of woven sentences
synced syllables and flowing verse
she was a ballad, a couplet, a sonet
free verse
beautiful and poignant and touching
heart breaking and encouraging
I could see my favorite line
curving around her jaw
and resting on her nose
it was a haiku
and the meaning was meant
just for me
her hair was like pages
fluttery and fragile
yet strong and pure
I wanted to touch it
to feel the realness of it all
and to smile at the smell
of a good book
instead I sat down with her
consumed the lyrics in her eyes
over a cup of coffee
I read her everyday
a chapter her and a chapter there
and when I finished
I hardly knew
what to do with myself
but read the book
again
ishaan khandpur Aug 2017
A side bar with myself,
A conversation lost between mes',
Heaven conversing with the ground below,
I found poetry in the distance.

Those three steps were the longest,
An eternity between each leap,
A sonet written between each pace,
Poetry at its best.

You held me together,
You broke me loose,
You added semblance,
To a chaotic world.

But words are cruel,
Like the whips of hades,
A slash, a ****,.
And you destroyed me completely.

I love you, I'm scared,
I'm not too proud to admit it,
Yet that's my flaw,
My undoing in this escapade.

I'm losing you,
I'm losing me,
I can't be what I should be.

Just one more step,
A left or right,
It'll make all the difference,
Between poetry sung or to recite.

I'm weak I fear,
That's why you'll read these words,
A tragedy,
Isn't always with physical casualties.
Hello Prolly Mar 2020
if I am a verse
you are a petter

if you are a line
Iā€™m this letter

a sonet
of a non poet

for worse
and better

the Poem's Ark
sail us now!
Love Phrases
Heart is ready to embrace the heart
Lips are open to take all the graces
Sense is ready to leave and depart
Sonet goes from phrases to phrases
Eyes are ready to conquer but all
Lips are ready to give and get a call
In love there is no rise and no fall
Sheer sincerity keeps all in a real wall
Tresses are waiting to cover their lover
Beauty takes cover to explore,discover
Fragrance has all showers to but shower
Love saga has its time to be just over
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright March 2021 Love Remains

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