tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90813717321782333672024-02-08T04:51:53.225-08:00300 SonnetsJKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-59339179830050604442015-01-10T09:35:00.002-08:002015-01-10T09:35:56.026-08:00Sonnet #24Sand grains cling in mysterious patterns<br />On thin canvassed thighs, whose symbols portray<br />Reflecting, hidden meanings which betray<br />My most amorous thoughts. Firm hip that turns<br />Toward the sea flinging motifs away<br />To dance on foamy shores for brief moments<br />Before sinking. Although the sea torments<br />Poetic vision as the end of day<br />Darkens memory of lyric themes, hints<br />At annihilation. This poet knows <br />the cruel eraser of time will dispose <br />of chattering voices. No permanence<br />Assured. I rearrange grainy verse lines<br />Over which an eternal bright sun shines.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-19458411597528389722014-12-13T11:54:00.001-08:002014-12-13T11:54:14.737-08:00Sonnet #23Sand grains cling in mysterious patterns<br />
On thin canvassed thighs, whose symbols portray<br />
Reflecting, hidden meanings which betray<br />
My most amorous thoughts. Firm hip that turns<br />
Toward the sea flinging motifs away<br />
To dance on foamy shores for brief moments<br />
Before sinking. Although the sea torments<br />
Poetic vision as the end of day<br />
Darkens memory of lyric themes, hints<br />
At annihilation. This poet knows <br />
the cruel eraser of time will dispose <br />
of chattering voices. No permanence<br />
Assured. I rearrange grainy verse lines<br />
Over which an eternal bright sun shines.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-9304858603130281682014-12-04T02:45:00.000-08:002014-12-04T02:45:00.436-08:00Sonnet #22Rail thin compass limbs cross unwillingly <br />Triangulating perception toward <br />Tender narrow spaces. Ample mounds part<br />In shadowed depth, teetering anxiously<br />High above cobbled streets. Rock hard fairly<br />Rises in monolithic support. Shard<br />Of apathy stabs into softened heart<br />Bearing brunt of heavy metal, slowly<br />Sinking. Can such magnetism repulse<br />Wrought iron rods inserting their hooded<br />Convert? Repelling thrusts have no recourse<br />But to stand in relief, bearing the false<br />Matter that doesn’t matter, not rooted<br />In soil, but clear skies. Seeds find no purchase.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-58990689056691630522014-12-03T17:31:00.001-08:002014-12-03T17:34:30.033-08:00Sonnet #21Although your beauty remains unquestioned<br />
I ask what benefit the herd redeems<br />
By viewing your lofty legs reclined<br />
In brazen relief for all? Naked beams<br />
Of light filter across your silken sheets<br />
Focusing the smooth undulations of <br />
your treasured silhouette. What heroic feats<br />
may I attempt to win your proud heart’s love?<br />
No scaled monsters exist to prove one’s might.<br />
Only crusades in far swarthy deserts<br />
Provide opportunities for fights<br />
Sev'ring nappy heads on platters. Efforts <br />
of this manner may reach your dimensions.<br />
But will bring only dishonoring conditions.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-33269093062303774542014-11-30T13:37:00.002-08:002014-11-30T13:37:35.160-08:00Sonnet #20Shakespeare wrote sonnets to a lady dark<br />
Taunting his love and coldly refusing <br />
His eloquent longing. Still, I’ll embark<br />
On a congruent task of enthusing<br />
Over ice queens parading above me<br />
As I struggle in heated battle with<br />
Twining lines of convulsing snakes busy<br />
Escaping being pinned to paper myths.<br />
Revering women is a poet’s job<br />
Not fit for muscle. I employ matter<br />
Gray with long nights far from teeming mobs<br />
Marching off cliffs. Cattle go to slaughter<br />
Ignorantly, but I’ll meet impending<br />
Annihilation, perfection chasing.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-3042541491965565662014-11-29T06:24:00.000-08:002014-11-29T06:24:35.765-08:00Sonnet #19Once pruned plants shaded God’s sculptured garden,<br />
Burbling water flowed through a channel<br />
Sang simple songs in my earthly Eden.<br />
Then came blasting bombs of the infidel<br />
Shredding walls, raining bricks. My poor village<br />
Sliced and diced, hewn by loud shrieking shrapnel<br />
Which disregards collateral damage<br />
For noble causes: pious, mighty claims<br />
Of peaceful harmony, a dawning age<br />
Ushered in. Standing before my door of shame<br />
I’m centered by a camera lens driven<br />
To subvert order with a balanced frame.<br />
Gods of chaos make no hell or heaven.<br />
What is possible we must imagine.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-31425152290992847282014-11-27T08:39:00.002-08:002014-11-27T08:39:40.796-08:00Sonnet #18Vibrant traffic snakes past my stolid stance<br />Unaware of perfection’s clear model<br />Looming above this churning modern dance.<br />How you remain aloof to the muddle<br />Of ignorance slopping against pillars<br />Sustaining your pedestal befuddles<br />My intellect. Your calm evokes shriller<br />Sirens to increase their righteous efforts<br />At orderly propulsion similar<br />To frightened calls to stampede to resorts<br />Of false serenity, breaching the ledge <br />Feigning as restraint, driving the cohorts<br />Into turbulent seas. I will not dredge<br />
the fathomless for altitude’s knowledge.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-9258817847961176342014-11-21T17:25:00.002-08:002014-11-21T17:25:47.865-08:00Sonnet #17Bleached-white feathered tiara, never browned <br />By murky mundane dishwater blonde hair,<br />Rides downed long neck and ballerina<br />Encompassing wide-spread legs, lightly bounds<br />Across the sky. Stale waters linger around <br />Monolithic piers, wrestling livid lines<br />Of traffic, toiling toward their despair<br />Tire of hectic, meandering, ticking sounds.<br />I, too, intend to rise above this mire,<br />Embrace my fate: ready, willing and trained.<br />I await only your blessing on this quest,<br />Which I see will be denied me. The dire<br />Circumstances here below have profaned <br />Your perfection. I am what you detest.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-49109911651488593982014-11-16T07:36:00.002-08:002014-11-16T07:36:25.118-08:00Sonnet #16Overstuffed couch pinioned above buildings<br />Floats your delicate hips and wind-raised hair <br />Billowing in crisp silk. So unaware,<br />Below your belying marble throne, rings<br />Seething anguished crawlers, viscous moiling<br />Constricted and twined on a thoroughfare<br />Flaked and oily, hissing sounds of warfare<br />Fought over you. Diamond-coiled marshalling<br />
Slither toward plains of conflict. Be-knight<br />Me to slay the fuming, treasure-hoarding<br />Dragon at your podium’s base. St. George<br />Skewering scaled creatures for your delight!<br />Your divine profile frozen, affording<br />No impetus for my protective urge.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-35497561481292358482014-11-15T06:36:00.000-08:002014-11-15T06:36:59.784-08:00Sonnet #15Swelling traffic searches channeling route<br />Weaving manic dissonance at your feet.<br />Boisterous action rolls and squirms indiscreet<br />Tangles past the solid forms flattened out<br />To bear your immobile shrine. Without doubt<br />Your presence stills surroundings in complete <br />Disarray. Calming frozen tone replete<br />With confident poise, eyes the frantic bout<br />Fought below for your pleasure. This battle<br />Among forces carelessly strewn around<br />To flare and hiss in spiteful, antic sound<br />Must elicit enjoyment. The cattle<br />Gathered in the corralled herd have been shocked<br />Into stampede. Yet you stay coolly locked.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-14354366398891257272014-11-14T03:17:00.001-08:002014-11-14T03:17:39.591-08:00Sonnet #14Doll-like you recline limply, passively<br />Filling the draped patterns of fashion<br />With supple limbs, little girl ripples on<br />A lax tummy. On a shelf captively<br />Placed, someone’s possession absently<br />Waiting for attention. Yet your prison<br />Eyes smolder. Tight tangible inaction<br />Pouring tensile emission pointedly <br />Toward my breast. I stop disbelieving<br />The promise pinched and narrow. I succumb<br />To steely beams piercing my heart made numb<br />On cold metal offer. By complying<br />I take the impaling weapon to heart<br />And wield it as a knight to beauty’s art.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-74626201997908030352014-11-10T06:47:00.000-08:002014-11-10T06:47:00.619-08:00Sonnet #13Nature becomes your willing backdrop of<br />Lush leaves, splashing water, clear azure skies<br />Composing your comfort, cushioning thighs<br />And shoulder from pressures. You float above<br />Her pleasantries: light, white disdaining dove.<br />Existence lives to please you. She complies<br />With outrageous demands. Self-assured eyes<br />Negate competing forms. Yours alone shove<br />The rest aside. Fastidious, effortless<br />Purity is your gift to the world. Strained<br />Longings of your admirers can’t embrace<br />Your delicacy or fertile finesse.<br />Earth’s bodacious womb has never contained<br />Seeds of you. She thrills to be your showcase.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-37180543230030758242014-11-06T19:10:00.000-08:002014-11-06T19:11:03.302-08:00Sonnet #12Lovely locks of golden light float across<br />
Urban horizons steaming furiously<br />
Toward western success. I’m sure my boss<br />
Tailor-suited to his business, anxiously<br />
Taps his foot. I hear only your song gloss<br />
Over my tight-gripped automobile, piously<br />
Placating delirious disciples of cross-<br />
Traffic as they fit into slots and lane,<br />
Then part your lips gently more sneer <br />
Than smile. Head tossed back searches the mundane<br />
For what you know cannot exist, angel, <br />
Among the teeming masses who profane<br />
Your luxuriousness with their cheap chattel<br />
I arise goddess to fight your battle.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-81861372995684346532014-11-02T04:04:00.001-08:002014-11-02T04:04:41.579-08:00Sonnet #11Standing above gushing traffic, black negligee<br />Caresses your shadowed frame. Glistening<br />Sun bristles, roughly circumscribing<br />An aura behind modern apogee<br />Of perfection. Plump worn-smooth stones must stay<br />In place to define supple ripening<br />Modestly but overtly heightening<br />My sensual response to your visage. A<br />Natural reaction to synthetic<br />Composition. You don’t exist within<br />The stream you straddle. It slithers about <br />Your ankles, flicking, feathery, antic<br />Kisses, a convoluting, scaled chagrin<br />Never becoming apostle devout.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-49552323202563442812014-11-01T05:24:00.000-07:002014-11-01T05:24:43.740-07:00Sonnet #10Pictured being photographed. Graceful twist<br />Of hips and head for impromptu pose, poised<br />For perfection parading here amidst <br />Fallible fools stumbling over exposed<br />Curbs. Unfrazzled by paparazzi, you <br />Brush on down the red carpet. I supposed<br />Your breast hardly heaved, distracted purview<br />Of a moment’s startling meaninglessness.<br />Flashing emissions can never subdue<br />Your glow. Combing camera candidness<br />For portions of your grace, they find only <br />what you allow. Their reproductiveness<br />cannot recreate your ordered lonely<br />charisma, just replicate wantonly.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-72047562516186873672014-10-27T17:41:00.001-07:002014-10-27T17:41:27.068-07:00Sonnet #9Chalk-white skin sprinkled with freckles. Dusted <br />Free of any moisture that might have marred<br />Your sacred iconography. Sugared <br />Breath must come from your chapped lips. I lusted<br />For a chance to earn from you a trusted <br />Place near your heart. Drenched efforts have dared<br />To bring my dank loins near yours. Have I fared <br />Well? Have my exertions readjusted<br />Your imperial gaze? I request audience<br />To pronounce my ambitions toward you:<br />To perch with you upon the arid throne.<br />My struggling means nothing, inconvenience<br />At best. Your dry eyes designate the true<br />Distance between us. I still stand alone.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-84084167900327113662014-10-25T05:51:00.000-07:002014-10-25T05:51:15.381-07:00Sonnet #8This time as I look up to your features<br />Blazoned across the sky, I know the taste<br />Of unrequited love. I remain chaste<br />For you. No other receives my gestures <br />Of affection. Yet your bared breast assures<br />Me that you lack all modesty. I baste<br />In anguished urges that have replaced<br />Natural longings. What desperate measures<br />Can I take to reign in your abandon,<br />Contain its excesses? You lack restraint<br />That I can provide. Do not doubt my bold <br />Power! I have killed the gripping python<br />That held earth in its coils. I see the faint<br />Glimmer from within your eyes smoldering cold.<br />JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-52681009638167254202014-10-24T17:54:00.000-07:002014-10-24T17:54:11.963-07:00Sonnet #7Wearing ragged blue jeans doesn’t alter<br />Glowing cheeks and creamy pale skin. It seems<br />No matter how they clothe your beauty’s beams,<br />Graceful limbs strike careful poses. I falter<br />Briefly, caught in my pipe-dreaming. Crowds pass<br />My neutered state. I swim in murky masses<br />Crawling within concrete pools. Your tresses<br />Float, winding thru nether regions, harass<br />My stewed efforts. No coast looms before me<br />To go ashore. Your laugh propels my reach<br />For rungs of hopeful ladders. I find each <br />stroke more arduous than the last. If only<br />I can rise above treading tepid seas<br />I might enjoy your powdered, elegant ease.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-87760231111548973752014-10-20T19:15:00.000-07:002014-10-20T19:15:18.774-07:00Sonnet #6Down here you appear to me from above<br />
Hovering on a building on satin<br />
Sheets that cover your essential places<br />
That I long to discover, like bold Jove<br />
Golden showering between your long, thin<br />
Thighs, infiltrating your private spaces.<br />
Murky, humid, violent winds oppress <br />
My thoughts of you. Then like the wet T-shirt<br />
Covering you, a cool moisture relieves <br />
my burning mind. I feel your soft print dress<br />
flutter above my lowly head. Desert<br />
your high station for me! Smooth brow deceives<br />
me when I intimate my rough longing.<br />
You see me only as the herd thronging.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-23608559030042634782014-10-19T05:38:00.000-07:002014-10-19T05:38:00.074-07:00Sonnet #5Looking up from the struggling hordes of ugly<br />People who have no thoughts of your unique<br />Perspective. A crawling Chinese dragon<br />Weaving, shaking, and snorting fires, vaguely<br />Trying to show contempt for your mystique.<br />Your puffy lips command my attention,<br />Recognize the hollow, flat existence<br />Parading below you as meaningful<br />Cultural experience. I love your disdain, <br />Your apathy, the depth you evidence<br />With your shaded curves and so bountiful<br />Fullness. Why can’t they see? I can’t explain<br />Your tempting lures to them. I’ll continue<br />to thank the gods of marketing for you.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-18902371607537407062014-10-12T15:18:00.000-07:002014-10-12T15:32:51.813-07:00Sonnet #4In the cool air above sweltering streets<br />
She lounges in her breezy negligee<br />
Eyeing the anthill antics of people<br />
Who never climb between her silky sheets<br />
Or even hope to rise to her apogee<br />
Of fashion. Her chilling look, her ample<br />
Curved allure offers textures seldom found<br />
In everyday obscurity. Nipple<br />
Pressing thru thin veneer of lacy clothe<br />
Taunts flat lives walking without a sound<br />
In the hollowness of their lives. Ripple<br />
Effect of your gaze, resonating swath<br />
Of pleasure, grips my root. I’ll be your knight<br />
Shining triumphant on your holy sight.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-38832164071898148562014-10-11T06:15:00.000-07:002014-10-11T06:15:30.186-07:00Sonnet #3The cool wind blows across my flushed, rough face<br />As though your fragrant hair has just caressed<br />Me from above. It won’t slow my heart’s pace<br />Or slacken my breath. I dream it possessed<br />Just a wisp of your breath, a hint of rose<br />That reached down to the burning hot asphalt<br />Where I stand admiring your fashioned pose<br />On a sign. Obsession is not at fault<br />When distance between us isn’t measured<br />In inches but by possibility,<br />Offering infinite whims or treasured<br />Moments suggesting not felicity<br />But hope. I long for my two-dimensional<br />World to be graced with your fullest potential.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-14791240016103047632014-10-05T07:00:00.004-07:002014-11-13T20:24:50.823-08:00Sonnet #2No matter how victorious I am I lose.<br />
The faster that I run the race,<br />
The more I fall behind<br />
Because the prize I seek is out of reach.<br />
It cannot satisfy my dark desire <br />
For it costs me my honest soul,<br />
The value that is beyond compare<br />
Becomes a debt I can’t repay.<br />
The object of my vain hopes <br />
belongs on a marble terrace<br />
Where she looks down on mere mortals<br />
Such as I with stony indifference.<br />
Neither achievement nor rejection<br />
Can ever provide for my redemption.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081371732178233367.post-56704108491740303072014-10-04T07:48:00.000-07:002014-11-13T20:25:02.915-08:00Sonnet #1I have a sword of royal grace<br />
that protects me from all harm,<br />
but it encloses me in a glass case<br />
which keeps me from love’s charm.<br />
thru its limpid possessive bars<br />
I see another weapon that I crave:<br />
A blunt object, the heavy mace mars<br />
the idyll of my regal, loveless haven.<br />
These two weapons clash to win me<br />
and I cannot see to choose.<br />
While I long for the mace’s victory<br />
I fear safety should my sword lose.<br />
I want what I have: a royal crown,<br />
But more I want the mace’s soft down.JKVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456849565631263660noreply@blogger.com0