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Sonnet, a tiny death
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Sonnet, a tiny death |
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rvall New Member
since 2010-10-21
Posts 8 |
Mountains, it will be easier to breathe, I want to make all your orifices cream. While riding the line of dying and life, your blood will rush and your head will get light. Anyone else would confuse your moans and screams to that of a person in dire need. I know your need, for your muscle to spasm. Lustful lady, let light licks loosen lips. Heartbeats metronome, I’m the guitarist. Curiously, I play to see what noise You can make. What else can I juice from those loose lips? A waterfall should be jealous. |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
I looked to send you an email, but there isn't a place for that. I just wanted to tell you that a sonnet is fourteen lines, with every other line rhyming and the last two lines (alone at the end of the sonnet) rhyme. Here is one of mine so you will be able to understand it better. Life's Sonnet #46 Gentle wind your name is Forevermore, Your sweet breath sings to me of long ago. That special someone I cannot ignore, Tho thinking of her brings my spirits low. Her face made the bluebirds chirp joyful tunes, A smile from her made me happy and free. Soothing wind make my thrashing heart immune, From yon destruction when I lost the key. I beg of you, oh silent breeze of yore, Stay your winds as were, vengeance do not call, Oh, let me count the ways I do deplore, I kiss yesterday's faults, but will not crawl. Nanette had much love she wanted to share, I took what I could and then left it there. ©October 23, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton [This message has been edited by JerryPat (11-01-2010 05:44 PM).] |
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rvall New Member
since 2010-10-21
Posts 8 |
what you described is a Shakespearian sonnet |
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