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Jenny Gordon May 3
Oh yes.  You ARE jealous--



(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMXXVIII)


Thou and thy hangdog airs!  In sheer betrayl,
You started it.  My brother told me thence
Who left?  and I said "...I don't care from hence
Cuz--(nevermind)."  So who is now to scale
'Non showing off that, erm, I do?!  In frail
Excuse for all this foolishness, whose sense
Has fueled this madness?!  Yours, for all intents.
Yet wherefore do we thus go on sans bail?
I swear, no sooner do I throw as twere
The towel in on this game, but lo, twon't do.
You're back in gear to circumvent my poor
Attempts at moving on.  You like me too?
No, that can't be.  But oh!  Tomorrow.  You're
What, eh?  Not jealous of my smiles, are you?

01May19b
Okay.  *slams his door to let me know he begs to differ with my bravado that "I don't care about--" and: YOU win.
Jenny Gordon Apr 27
It's certainly a roller-coaster ride.  



(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMXVIII)


O wherefore's Death stalk every hope or sense
As twere of life?  I meant to ink the frail
Note of thet fragile rain which'd moisten pale
Morn's calm til puddles owned the blacktop's dense
Blank, yet how fat, white flakes grew til all's hence
Lost to the bitter touch of Winter's stale
Stretch of a graveyard.  Sparrows warmly hail,
But I miss you (though romance lacked defense).
If I swear that the weather is in tour
Bald ev'dence of how you "like" me, what's new?
Hope on that score died yesterday.  Twas poor
And could not access food, so starved.  I do
Thus kid myself if I b'lieve love'd bestir
Itself.  And even April kills that cue.

27Apr19d
Looks like mid-March or February right now.
Jenny Gordon Apr 27
Guess the sage ones will nod their heads.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMXI)


You were a dream of late nights whose detail
Of rock-n-roll, rap, and a silence dense
Wi' import, of sheer craziness (you thence
Could not abide was it?) are lost.  These hale
Blue skies own nary cloud nor blot to scale;
And how the minutes don't acknowledge hence
Such visions, as lo, baby leaves fr'intents
Now whisper secrets on the wind's exhale.
I burned my fingers oer the tea as twere,
Til oh! they hurt.  Let's say you never knew.
Tea with the toast I dropped ere toasting (poor
As fumbling is) was fraught as wont, yet to
Effect that bracing cuppa I'd yearned fer.
Yes, I should not, erm, sleepwalk is't think you?

26Apr19a
...I've run flat out of popcorn for laughing whiles I watch this show called my sorry existence.
Jenny Gordon Apr 27
Like my name tag?



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCLXXVIII)


Lo, all you see is lies.  I blink, fr'intents,
O ya, pretend I know and see t'avail
Past aught detail unto the truth, to scale,
But it's a nightmare, waking, sleeping--sense
Though half aware sees but this wasteland hence--
I laugh and jest with friends, yet joys are frail:
All's empty; hopes here corpses, and in pale
Excuse I keep on like it's not pretense.
Cling to the Scriptures as I drown in poor
Reply; forget, forget so I can smile on cue
And feign I'm not a shadow, not in tour
So empty.  Pray for dear love, failing to
See what I have.  LORD, if I weep, will't cure
What?  All I have is You, cuz Thou art true.

13Apr19d
There.
Now, having read these, there's nothing more I actually need to post of this month's work, despite all the pages and pages of it.
Jenny Gordon Apr 27
...but here I am:  Miss Oscar the Grouch.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCLXXIII)


So pull your cat out of your bag to scale,
And I'll watch "*****" foot it, for a sense
Of all the tricks you like to show off thence,
Disgust you culled mine likewise in betrayl,
Cuz that's 'most what is left.  Her blonde detail
Crimped to effect, (and girls know girls from hence)
This sordid game two play sans tickets, whence
Let's play it to the hilt, swords drawn, t'avail.
If only I could listen to frogs' cure
For fevered brows, but it's TOO COLD.  Did you
Call in the weather to draw up as twere
What I should feel, playing me the fool anew
For love; or come, what gives?  Meow Mix poor,
I'm barking up no trees--um, are we through?

12Apr19c
NOTE:  these sonnets I am posting finally--these first few, are literally the theme you'll see repeated as the hours and days scroll by.
Jenny Gordon Dec 2018
...with your beer-laden breath.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDXL)


If owly-eyed is cute, then hug me hence.
But all I've got in suitors are in pale
Excuse, erm, rogues; these steal my kisses, frail
As aught retort, "you asked for it!" What thence?
Where did the fellows I knew for intents
Back in my youth go?  Why but scoundrels' scale
Of int'rest now?!  Why pray for love t'avail,
And find the LORD's forgotten me? oh whence?
Meet guys online???!  Yes, laugh so hard that your
Sides ache, and they are wicked like whom to
My face think having *** the fourth date'd cure
Our young relationship.  What shall I do?!
I pray, and rot away.  O LORD, why's poor
I ask for fruit, for children?  Hear me too?

29Nov18b
Men's favourite query on eharmony is:  "Are you physically affectionate in relationships?"  So I finally retorted with:  "Do you wear your underwear on your head?"
Vikas Bhaneriya May 2017
She is like flowers

Or flowers are like her ?.



Curved lips of her

Or the rose petals.

Waving hair beneath her ear

Or the butterfly trying to settle.



Shining eyes of her

Or the waterdrop that scatters.

Sparking Earings

Or Sun's fragment that glitters.



She is like flowers

Or Flowers are like her ?.


My dreams break

As the Sun rises up from ground

I Meet to her

Or her thoughts, that surround.



Are they morning birds

Or her anklet that sounds

Has the spring arrived

Or she is somewhere around.



She is like flowers

Or flowers are like her?
I do lots of spelling mistakes, Please comment if you find any.
Prathipa Nair Aug 2016
Morning breeze awakens my veins
Rivers of blood flows with a smile
Pumping my heart faster and faster
Fragrance of your love nearing me
Taking me to a world of cupids
Why my dear
When laid I, my eyes
On you first ,
Heart mine
In my throat
An asylum sought?

Why my dear
When my ear
Fine-tuned got
To your voice
Dulcet
Out of me
I jumped out?

Why my dear
For instance
Your scent
Of a rose fragrance
I inhaled ,
Perched I remained
Than alive more dead!

Why my dear
Me when you first greet
My tongue
Oft adept
Twice as much
To reverberate
Panic gripped slept?

How then my dear
Fidgeting
I to you
Me endear?
Pan,love elevated to deification
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