sonnet #2

i made my class write sonnets. i told them id bring mine. collaborative efforts if i remember correctly. done under the spiff s. mann pseudonym.

Why can’t you smile, asked love, in dark of night?
Why can’t you smile, you have nothing to fear?
I love you more with each new splendid sight,
I know I love my precious sweet, so dear.
I love to hold you close in warm embrace,
And listen to the words you softly speak.
How I caress your smooth delicate face,
And slow I brush your eager lips so sleek.
I hear your words as you capture my thoughts,
And lock them away, forever to keep.
To what, a woman’s care, like yours, I sought,
In saddened worlds of silent tears to weep.
I wish to hold you close, in the night air;
Eyes in gaze of gaze of sweet lover’s stare.

now deep blue oceans

Love is a fickle game rarely played well,
Even so I ask you to play along.
I once have lost, and felt ever so wrong.
If we win once alone I shall not tell.
Now I have fallen and only for you,
And I call out your name every day.
To forge through these times you must go away,
I shall win this game before I am through.
But now I have found new rules to follow,
Once broken I now have found a new way.
The future’s now bright and I see a new past,
Now deep blue oceans, not pools so shallow.
A brand new night while the light has been saved,
I’ve found love and it shall forever last.

#12

I feel my love for thee I must proclaim,
But I’m shouted down on granite forum.
What once was love has now been turned to shame;
Long since humbled, I shall stand before them.
But you my dear shall be worth all the pain,
For I know true love is all but true bliss.
And as the lonely wind calls out your name,
Your lonely name shall in turn call out his.
Sorrow I say is a proudly bold word,
And I shall tell you that it is my name.
But my real name you have once before heard,
In midst of false pride I know it is shame.
So forgive me before I forgive you,
And I’ll echo your name sweet love so true.

bugs

again, from the archives. this one was a poem from way back, written with prepositional phrases. i think it is strong enough to stand alone though.

Bugs

Through the air
Toward your head
You slap around at it
It comes toward your leg
It lands on your knee
You squash it flat
It goes up into bug heaven

the hole

also older than a mofo.

The Hole

This endless hole
I didn’t know
It was so deep
But now I know
That this hole
Is deep enough, though
I will be dead and so
I wouldn’t even need to know
OH NO!
SPLAT!

brer rabbit

this ones extremely old. dug it out of the archives.

Brer Rabbit

There was a tar baby that Brer Fox made
They dressed and then a trick they played
A trick on poor Brer Rabbit

They caught him and threatened to chop off his head
He would rather be dead then in the briar patch he said
But they didn’t know this was his habit

They said they would make him into a stew
“The briar patch is what I’m scared of, not you!”
So they threw him in the briar patch

“Brer Rabbit is gone,” is what they thought
But they never really had him caught
And all Brer Rabbit did was laugh

wheeled into this world

i was born in a wheelbarrow
in the back of a pickup truck
halfway to the hospital
cause pops thought hed have to wheel the moms in
cause she was to fat to carry
so he brought the wheelbarrow
it was red
and dusty