Sonnet

Centrifuge [sonnet]

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The structure of the Universe dissolves
and I am riddled (w)ho(l)ly through with joy.
It took me by surprise; what it involves
is not what it had seemed. It’s all a ploy!

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Silent Sonnet [sonnet]

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Each time I try to write some wordage now,
I realise I’ve written it before.
I think the fertile ground I can replough,
until I realise that there’s no more.

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Solitudinarianism [sonnet]

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Further into obscurity he goes;
far from the madding crowd he overthrew.
The myst’ry of this life’s arpeggios
has cauterized his earthly field of view.

There’s nothing left to be or to extol
(apart from things which cannot now be seen).
Now knowing who he is and what’s his role,
he exited the room and The Machine.

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Romance is Dead (& Gone) [sonnet]

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Romance is dead. Therefore, long live true love!
When all worth saying has been said, I raise
my hat and bow my head, remove the glove
which romance uses well to mask love’s blaze.

Romance, I now pronounce you dead and gone.
You once amused me with your froth and dreams
when I was young and hung my hat upon
a plethora of June-Moon-Spoonly schemes.

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Live Dangerously! [sonnet]

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Live dangerously! and grasp that nettle
by the leaves — the rose by its spiky thorns
(ignoring the allure of each petal) —
then grab the bullock by its gory horns.

Be sure you never quickly turn away
when darkness rears its ugly little head.
Walk naked straight into the maelstrom fray
regardless if it leaves you there for dead.

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Hiatus [sonnet]

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From now until my heart can take no more,
my lips are sealed; my pen bereft of ink.
My soul’s less sturdy than it was before;
my wild, demented brain too scaRRed to think.

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Sonnet on the General Election

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She told me people died so I could vote.
At which I said: “O, what a bloody waste!
Forgive me if I do not sugarcoat
my words”. She stared at me, all stony-faced.

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