Sonnets the Sequel

4.

She looked like the sun
With her bright eyes, bright smile, and radiant skin
She smelled like a meadow
Over populated with flowers
She sound like a dream
In the weary, dreary night of mist
Calm and cool and plump with bliss
Radiant and confident and never missed
She enters a room with grace and command
Never with lack of a man on her hand
When she smiles she is the sun
And the stars that surround her
And her cries, they are the thunder that rattle her world
Alone in her dreams, this magnificent girl.

5.

A man on the corner
Heart melting in his hand
His mind wonders from storefront to storefront
“Can you spare a moment?” it asks
But no one jumps to the task
 To save this gentleman’s heart
“It will only take a minute, or a decade, or the rest of his life,
For you to help him mend,
For you cannot comprehend the pain he is in or
The damage that laid waste to this man.”
“For I have seen his future
And my friend it is bleak
His love has run dry and his heart strings are weak!”
No woman will ever understand.

6.

This river is shallow
I can see the bottom and the mud where it resides
I can see the creatures that live there
I can almost spot them where they hide
I can feel the currents as they rush past
I imagine them as hands on my breasts
The water at my ankles
Half full/Half empty
This ocean is overwhelming
I can’t keep myself afloat
The salt it burns my eyes
And the waves they pound my throat
The currents push my head around and cause my brain to spin
I never know just what he wants; I seem to never win

Baby's First Sonnets Three

1.

Finding yourself at the center

Seeing yourself at the end

No matter what the journey be

The conclusion is the place where we

Long to find. Long to get.

Long to live and soon forget.

But in this path we see ourselves
And in these travels those selves we lose
And with these decisions we often chose
To be ourselves. To change ourselves
To ignore the beginning’s end
To wait stubbornly at the start
To start cautiously at the center
Or never make a move

2.

He walked inside the tunnel’s entry
The flames consumed all he knew
He proceeded with his arm’s protection
The heat it threatened; melting through
He reached the center of the tunnel
Wishing hoping for its end
He bent his knees gasping for air
For relief that death would send
On all fours he kissed the ground
Suffocation well in sight
He closed his eyes in cold surrender
And open them to blinding light.
The beeping steady sure and clear
Deep breaths, There’s no end here.

3.

The hues of blues and purples drip
Upon the naked canvas tip
And bleed into its many fibers
They watch the colors mix
They watch the pigments spread
They smell the scent they leave behind
They feel the moist consistency be
And in that passion feast and find
Awaken desire and longing three
And in the mix they turn to fire
Fire bright and crimson red
And as the heat consumes the canvas
They smear their lust, they press it deep
And in this painting ecstasy keep