Sonnet 9

Is it his words or vaulting ambition That wrings such tears out from my sober eyes? To read can raise me up from perdition? Or must I speak the speech and dramatise? These words of pure sweet honey have been penned By author sharp as spur with sharper quill. A dulcet written verse is a … More Sonnet 9

Sonnet 8

Do not wait for me while you run this race. And don’t look back til you have crossed the line. By climbing hills at ever quickening pace You’re leading now, but I’m not far behind. I watch you race and try to cheer from aft, Though live I with monstrous green eyed fiend. For difficult … More Sonnet 8

Sonnet 7

I’m stealing time from Fate for to create: But how I shall I fear I’ll never know. I’m kneeling before Muses near prostrate. O why morale like rotten fruit hangs low? I long to let the art within my soul Control a future of its own design A song that’s locked away without parole Cajoles … More Sonnet 7

Sonnet 6

Remember we the death of young Socus: We weep for courage often brings us tears. And Socus, he had more than most of us. Yet still he ran to doom chased by his fears. So Socus then could not escape his fate. Desire and speed could not preserve his soul. To die the endless pattern … More Sonnet 6

Sonnet 5

Of oft a dream’s a dream one must wake from I Oxford, waking is just like the dream. Surreal we have strolled the streets o’ercome While lines of Chekhov in our heads beteem. Midsummer and Macbeth we all have read And sonnets manifold did we all learn. We danced the farandole, needles and thread. Our … More Sonnet 5

Sonnet 4

Upon occasion, dreams become concerns Of topics wrong and rotten and obscene. Our world will turn and churn until it burns Like potion in a cauldron boiling green. And curséd witches slowly change the air To gaseous smoky poison, thick and grey. As leaders prey, eyes closed, heads bowed in prayer, The young devolve becoming … More Sonnet 4

Sonnet 3

Tis sure, it will get better if we try to breathe and to remember to maintain an attitude of goodly quality. Keep calm and smile and sing to art’s refrain. Or will things stay the same just as they are? No matter how much time and effort spent Our dreams will shift like an unfixéd … More Sonnet 3

Sonnet 2

So young and full of promise they all were. It’s they who ought to be here. Unjust. They walked this troubled earth, a whirlwind blur. And times were changed with just one powerful gust. Some clashed with guns, still others razed with words. Inspired by their gods to fight their wars, They followed leaders like … More Sonnet 2

Sonnet 1

Cacophony of sound is in my bones Spent days with just myself with which to talk. And feeling lonely makes one feel alone. So down the road I go for a long walk. In search of quiet time and beer to drink, For muses in this silence speak to me. Within a pub, I sit … More Sonnet 1