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The Dreadful Penny Sonnets



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Tue Apr 30, 2013 3:11 am
Kit says...



21.
Why on earth do I procrastinate?
I have to finish twelve sonnets today
It's NaPoWriMo, can't submit them late
A poem about poems, that's cliche.
Maybe you should give up on the thirty
and concentrate on writing something good, see,
rather than writing them fast and dirty
just cause you are doesn't mean they should be.
Except part of NaNo philosophy
is to stop censoring your draft
which honestly would be quite good for me
and help me, what'd they call it "hone my craft"
if nothing else, extending on my stamina
and making me think in pentameter
Princess of Parataxis, Mistress of Manichean McGuffins
  





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Tue Apr 30, 2013 3:32 am
Kit says...



22.
The vineleaves have yellowed on the deck
my harp is painted with the golden light
across the soundboard the outside life reflects
ephemeral tendrils mimicked side by side
Can the leaves feel the vine suck yet,
sapping sap, life given, life removed?
Will the maple of my harp forgive, forget?
I doubt it thinks, as us, it was improved.
What sound can my hands make next to the wind
or figure carved could match your lovely limbs.
Would if I could this butchery rescind.
The air turns cold, the sun, now clouded, dims.
All that death and labour, what a cost
to immitate the sound and beauty lost.
Princess of Parataxis, Mistress of Manichean McGuffins
  





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Tue Apr 30, 2013 4:11 am
Kit says...



23.
Dear Sir or Madam, I seek your employ
Please find enclosed my hopeful resume.
You've no idea just how much I enjoy
your [insert business here] I cannot say
just how much [insert] makes my life
worth living. I've devoted oh so many hours
to learning all I can of [the ceramic knife,
answering phones, minding kids, cleaning showers].
I find [catalogues or scanning] truly thrilling,
paroxysms of delight at [data]
on top of that, I am more than willing
to put in hours earlier or later.
If any further questions you desire be-
Oh Jesus Christ, just fucking hire me.
Princess of Parataxis, Mistress of Manichean McGuffins
  





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Tue Apr 30, 2013 4:34 am
Kit says...



24.
An elephant at the zoo, white mud upon her,
she'd killed a trainer who'd hurt her for fun.
A gleeful soul, she moved with grace and honour
soaking in the hot midsummer sun.
In her mid eighties, she loved to curl her trunk
around the grass, and sniff the tender shoots,
I wish I could tell the pure joy as she sunk
into the water, or eyes closed eating fruit.
When she was moved there, she took apart the gate
a hydraulic contraption, immense, sturdy and all
steel, and as she had more time, it wasn't late,
lined up the bits in order, big to small.
She didn't escape, she stayed inside her pen,
but she let them know she could if and when...
Princess of Parataxis, Mistress of Manichean McGuffins
  





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Tue Apr 30, 2013 4:40 am
Kit says...



25.
I know your heart has conquered every range
and memorised the contours of emotion
unfortunately there are people more strange,
whose mewling merits none of your devotion.
The sunset evokes awe in jerks, (indeed
stars and moon, videos of a cat)
If I could punch, most any prick could bleed;
it doesn't make them human for all that.
See the hypocrite weep, he leans
his head against the walls and sighs.
Aristotle found the souls of beans
to find one in these brutes is no surprise.
Oh sympathetic strings, there's no more fellow
for you in their cry as in their bellow.
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Tue Apr 30, 2013 4:44 am
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26.
The snow has broken off the cherry bough;
red red sap like a mouth now twisted wide,
and the children climb, more fruit than the branches allow
they jump and they wobble from side to side.
Where can she sprout? The wood is wrenched too deep
for tender green, for a twig to take a foot.
But the snow though cold and heavy brings her sleep,
and she dreams of shores away from ice and soot,
In the spring, she thinks, she'll pack her roots and leave.
Soon, the sun's voice purrs across her bark
Come out, come out, be curious with me
I've chased away the chill, the dust, the dark,
Jump high enough, and you can taste the sea.
At last the hunger for a greater height
finds my lady all that's her delight.
Princess of Parataxis, Mistress of Manichean McGuffins
  





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Tue Apr 30, 2013 11:03 am
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27.
Bach walked 200 miles, further,
across the fields and woods in his youth
to get a lesson from great Buxtehude.
I think perhaps on foot he found some truth,
in the rhythm of feet on soil, the peripatetic.
St. Matthew's Passion, the sweet reeds grow within you.
It was more than religious, fulfilment of the prophetic
but that life, through out the worst, continues.
Step by step, just so grew his world.
A hundred organs, each with so much to teach, sit!
And day by day the calander unfurled
Buxtehude thought he'll never reach it,
turned the boy away when he arrived,
months late, but very much alive.
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Tue Apr 30, 2013 11:22 am
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28.
I regret not knowing what you meant,
worse still never asking you to explain.
I regret the messages I never sent.
I regret not handling the pain.
I know that you can never really be sure
what you might have been without the wrong
I think we might be us, just with less pressure,
I think I would have loved you all along.
They've found a little pill, dear, that could cure me
statistically effective, off the chart,
And yet, I think if you can still endure me,
I'll try and see my own way through this part.
Can't bring myself to risk the seeing you like this
Each tiny measure of our hard won bliss.
Princess of Parataxis, Mistress of Manichean McGuffins
  





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Tue Apr 30, 2013 11:47 am
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29.
Pretentiousness is interminably abominable,
obscures the finely wrought etymology.
Why must people oomphaloskept to their abdominal
and end up practically perusing their proctology?
Why not discourse, instead of obfuscation
semiotics, not semantic fug?
Why is there no pulchritudination
in oxytocin emissions from a hug?
Adopting this tone presents no precognition,
elementary trick, transpicuous to the wise,
the only comrades you gain in addition,
fight for ego you grow to despise.
Alas, the verbose is taken as intelligent
despite it being woefully inelegant
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Tue Apr 30, 2013 12:01 pm
Kit says...



30.
The final stanza! I hope nobody's reading.
Thanks for your patience for these thirty days.
I hope none of you NaPo kids are bleeding
and you have all made it through the malaise.
If nothing else, I hope you can all gather
sonnets aren't impossible as they seem
you can write ones better than this palaver,
structure's there, like with lolcat memes.
I'd like to thank you all for your requests,
they were truly inspiring to fulfill.
If you have more, I'm yours at your behest,
make of that, fine ladies what you will.
Now I am going to go play my harp
or watch some youtubes of hilarious LARP.
Princess of Parataxis, Mistress of Manichean McGuffins
  








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