Sonneteer
( Galliver Sonnet )
Sonneteer, I will mock thee
dread bard and schoolboy bane,
sad Richard plotting last of three
ne’er regal nor great Dane.
Poetic verse that gathers dust
sharp quill that leaves me cold
much vaunted as a readers must
your metre makes me old.
Mere tyro in the realm of rhyme
on this bright summers day
shall I sonnet in my own good time
or simply fade away ?
Pray tell me bard,pray hear my plea
Will I plagiarise from such as thee ?
William on the Web
( Shakesperean Sonnet )
Before me a keyboard waits for my touch
with ethernet waves drifting through the air
my fingertips wander, I see so much
a screen of wonder, it’s secrets to share.
Beethoven, rock stars, a poetry site
just waiting for me on a web worldwide
downloads and music just for my delight
and google there as my personal guide.
Yet if Shakespeare had used the internet
to write his sonnets in Microsoft Word
E mail them to fans that he’d never met
maybe even now his voice could be heard.
Beware of viruses lest you may fall
you may never read this sonnet at all.
Violin Spiders
( Northborough Sonnet )
Sipping rainbows through a curtseying straw
a silver cobweb lies sad on the floor.
Violin spiders of orange and red
dance to a concert that plays in my head,
ladybird partners with wings open wide
spiral through dewdrops of Jekyll and Hyde.
Cornerstone pumpkins deep laden with snow
shiver in corners at fifteen below.
Icicle rain drips green from a fountain
while lions that gleam search for a mountain.
This valley of dreams that sleeps in my head
painted on canvas by hands of the dead.
My muse with a sigh walks slowly away
shaking her head, her poet's at play.
Black Butterfly
( Northborough Sonnet )
There ! Did you see ? A black wing butterfly
riding Satan's breeze, curséd through this sky
nectared sweet on death, larval spawn of hell
cut of silent wings, tolled the Devil's knell.
Graveyard bound, unblessed, scent of sorrowed mourn
eagerness of sate, drinking death new born.
Beautied travesty, grace that burns my eyes
curse you to my soul, prayed in your demise.
Scales of shimmered dirge, glow this darkened night
oath I offer bared, taunting to your blight.
Truth my God born hand, vengeance of this day
waits your fragile crush, death now shows your way.
Man will sing rejoice, voices raised on high
broken to this earth, black wing butterfly.
