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Luiz Oct 7
Ominous bells ring with fury tonight
under a moon passed a fourth sleepless dawn
red eyes follow cloaked in shadows a light
as knees penanced all sins he foregone spawn

guilt riddled ghosts embrace him with sorrows
the king’s calling to his **** to come home
he rebelled! battled to dawn tomorrow
ghosts demand justice scream from the skydome

spirits tighten defeat til he's guilt free
sins of past paid as wrist with blade, he slays!
light floats aloft over, *** his decree
red floor fades as he goes into a daze

comes to in E.R., *** refused his doom
borrowed time to pay more owed sorrows soon

Luiz (paying the ****) Syphre
Copyright 2018
"I am dying."

"Its hardly a cold."

"Will you fetch me a thermometer?"

"I will send for one, you Shakespearean."

"I am glad you can make jokes to a dying friend."

"Learn to hold your wine."

"You mean drink? Or what I am doing now?"


"Will you still be my friend in the morning?"

"If you are alive."

"Good. I am dying you know?"

"You died a week ago and the week before that."

"It's real this time. You will not be happy in the morning."

"Why is that?"

"You will wake to a foul smell and realize that your mourning will be spent digging a hole."

"Oh, so like most mornings with you."

"You are a real pal. Pass the wine?"
Jack L Martin Sep 17
Oh, for what was I a boy, so long ago,
Dancing freely amongst the tall tree tops.
Greedily breathing the morning dew's glow,
Mind settling down, vast daydreaming flops.

Gazing eyes upon sweets and fruits of bliss,
Sorrow has it's days and merriment be.
As bitterness eye followed for a kiss,
Delivered confusion under my tree.

Curious rovers bellow sounds of bleak,
**** fellows chamfer happiness askew.
Mind's eye worrying a shadowless shriek,
Running humming my innocence aflew.

Events that played out like song of sorrow,
Gift to thine eye and forgotten tomorrow.
My first Shakespearean Sonnet
Realeboga M Sep 14
Shall I compare thee to a winders breeze?
Thou art more cool and clement
Thou art more shinier than the nights stars.
Tis the day they know
The day that they realise how it is you that I cannot fathom.

You have always whispered to me the true nature of the world.
Your energy radiating a voice so pure,
A voice so humbly harmonized
A voiced groomed to perfection,
A sound so perfectly aligned, moved by the hands that have orchestrated.
A sound that has raised my soul through its perfect symphonies.

Shall I say that the winds have whispered to me?
Shakespeare has driven me to an era so old.
An era so new.
An era for hope.

Travel with me.
Let us move to the Victorian lifestyle
Let us challenge Science, philosophy and the wonders of what is now.
Dive into this lifestyle.
And let us compare then to now.
Shakespearean to Victorian.

Travel with me.
To Sonnet 18.1
In the microwave or oven roasted
A simple snack to have or full blown meal
Eat them at home or where wine is toasted
After a bag, hunger you will not feel
A calzone and ravioli it's not
Packed with flavour, pepperoni and cheese
A roll as delicious as it is hot
An oral ****** each bite'l release
Totinos Pizza Rolls, the perfect snack
Ev'ry piece what a wonderful delight
It's like Christmas when you get a new pack
I'm telling you boy, they are out of sight!
If there is one thing that I regret
It's knock off Totinos, never forget
I was bored and wanted to write a sonnet. My friend suggested I write about totino's pizza rolls
By the sea bef're dawn
At which hour nay ships yet saileth
Misty grizzled mask on the wat'r
Veils anoth'r grizzled drawn

I might not but wend to the sea
As the tide pulleth me back each day
The winds pusheth me 'long
The gull cries leading the way

I might not but wend to the sh're
To smelleth the salty air
And dreameth of a sail'rs life
Adrift on the wat'r somewh're

From the sh're i can see
Freah smoke and sails billow
Leaving the harb'r f'r ope sea
But alas, nev'r sailing f'r me
Real charm wast only a desp'rate inclination
In mine own heart, until thee
Did breathe life into mine own breast
With thy f'rvent fascination
Igniting the true charm
In mine own soul in joyous delectation.
Whisp'r'd gently in mine own ears
With thy delicate incantations
©LadyRavenhill 2018
Dram dollops of did whip fog creep,
       With undefil'd intellection,
Levitating o’'r the surface of glass,
       Making love to their reflection
Dawn peeks ov'r the wat'rs
       Breaking the purple twilight sleep
H'r secrets lure in all who is't gazeth,
       Drawn in, to the myst'ries, deep
The beauty of this mistress is not in h'r hair
N'r the curveth in h'r figure or the robes yond the lady wears

To reacheth h'r heart follow the path wh're h'r charm resides
H'r true wond'r can beest seen deep within h'r eyes

The vivid reflection of h'r splend'r shines as inn'r light
The scent of h'r natural p'rfume, or h'r soft whisp'rs late at night

The passion of h'r glance and the delicate care yond lady shows
And how ev'ry day, and month, and year thy love f'r h'r only grows
© LadyRavenhill
Amb’r dawn glows warmly
In the m’rns swirling mist
Phantom mem’ries a whispering
On our long depart’d bliss

Flowing from the mountains,
Sweet reminiscence carried endlessly  
By crook’d streams to the open arms
of the lonely restless sea

Finally we found a place to rest
Our woven st’ry's branches
Like the sparrow weav’r’s nest
Intertwin’d and then forsaken

Our passions did breathe in solidarity
Now a hushed loss lament’d, yet
Looking forward to our apogee
The nurtur’d hope of new mist in the ‘m’rrow
@LadyRavenhill 2018
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