Sonnettics

We walk beside the water, hand in hand
Symbolically, the water’s always pure
She guides me to a place where we can stand
And watch the beauty; all I see is her
I often turn and pull her toward my soul
Her motion is reflected in the sea
And turning thus, she gives me full control
I kiss her, and I feel her kissing me
The waves are like the rhythms of our hearts
Like spirits brought to life with vibrant love
We navigate our ocean without charts
It’s more than just the life we’re dreaming of
The water’s pure and warm; it’s vast and deep
And though the dream is ours, we’re not asleep.

We walk beside the water, hand in hand
Symbolically, the water’s always pure
She guides me to a place where we can stand
And watch the beauty; all I see is her
I often turn and pull her toward my soul
Her motion is reflected in the sea
And turning thus, she gives me full control
I kiss her, and I feel her kissing me
The waves are like the rhythms of our hearts
Like spirits brought to life with vibrant love
We navigate our ocean without charts
It’s more than just the life we’re dreaming of
The water’s pure and warm; it’s vast and deep
And though the dream is ours, we’re not asleep.

Today I met a precious little girl
She made me smile; I felt her in my heart
More precious than a pretty little pearl
I knew that she was pretty, sweet, and smart
De donde eres? were my words to her
De Mexico, her tiny voice was sweet
I know that she’s an Angel.  Yes, I’m sure!
She had an Angel’s name, an Angel’s treat!
Her treat was made of chocolate; that’s the best!
Her name is Valentina: healthy, strong
If Angels are a blessing, I’ve been blessed!
I want to write this Angel girl a song!
If Valentina’s happy, so am I
But still I’m sad we had to say goodbye.

I tried to write a sonnet, but I failed
Ironically, the words were red as blood
The page was like a victim I’d assailed
All covered with my words, like solemn crud
I used to think that purity was white
That poetry, like life, was pure as well
But then I tried to live and tried to write
And there I found contaminants, and Hell
The words I choose contaminate the page
They pulse, they flow, they turn, and then they stain
I try to make them justify my rage
My words are red as blood and filled with pain
I hate my life; I hate this little song
They’re technically correct, but god! They’re wrong!

My hands belong upon your breasts, your skin
And yet, this distance can’t preclude my heart
From feeling like I feel when I’m within
Your warmth.  We don’t belong this far apart
When close as lying next to you, asleep
I know my hands belong right where I said
And there, upon your breasts, I need to keep
My lover, skin to skin, within our bed
I turn to pull you close, to taste your kiss
Your kisses are more sweet than noble wine
I’ve never tasted anything like this
Like you, within a pose, relaxed, supine
I want to hold you, quietly and still
And when you’re back within my arms, I will.

It’s hard to fall asleep without your kiss
I love to sleep when you are in my dreams
Asleep, in love . . . to fall with you is bliss
And when you’re gone, the night’s just what it seems
Alone, the night is cold and dark and long
I need my Sunshine here to start my day
I need her warmth like music needs a song
I wish you never had to go away
I’m thinking of your hands upon my skin
Relaxing to the memories of us
You’re warm and wet when I am deep within
The memories we make are quite a plus!
I’ll do my best to always keep you near
But know that when you’re gone, I miss you, dear!

Her life becomes the happiness she sees
Her eyes become her smile; they shine with joy
The color of her rosy cheeks agrees
With all the warmth such pinkness can employ
Such warmth portrayed in eyes is rich and rare
Her eyes are rare as diamonds, and they shine
Like stars, though even stars do not compare
With beauty she displays to eyes like mine!
“Like sunshine at the start of every day”
Her poet found the words that held her smile
The warmth within her eyes still makes him say
“Her beauty goes beyond poetic style!”
And when she bends to give his face her kiss
He sees her smiling eyes, where love is bliss.

I choose my life; I chose a broken heart
In loneliness I found the easy path
The world’s a stage; I only play one part
My cold ambition feeds my tepid wrath
Poetically, I peel my skin and bleed
The pain I feel is beautifully intense
I don’t believe in death or any need
Such things, to me, are all devoid of sense
My broken heart makes noise like things in space
It beats pentameter, iambically
There’s nothing in my life that’s out of place
As all my words proceed sarcastically
My choices make the whole of me complete
My life is easy: lather, rinse, repeat.

Time for me to write another soliloquy sonnet. Just so you all know what I am working on today. I will post it when I am done. Shakespeare’s Macbeth is my target this time:

Act 5 Scene 5: Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, And Tomorrow (Spoken by Macbeth)

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, 
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day 
To the last syllable of recorded time, 
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools 
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! 
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player 
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage 
And then is heard no more: it is a tale 
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, 
Signifying nothing.

Done.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and . . . Oh hell!
My time is unrecorded, not some word
Illuminated metaphors can’t tell
The feelings of today; they’re felt, not heard
Brief candles, walking shadows–not my way!
Go issue your command to those who hear
Such rhetoric’s a simple thing to say
Poor players, not the star, will strut in fear 
It’s true, the world’s a stage, so watch and learn
Don’t mix your metaphors with what you feel
No tale should make your heart believe or yearn
In utterance by idiots, unreal
If life has sound and fury, c’est la vie
Significance will be, so let it be!

I’m more than glad, they didn’t break my soul
To you that means I’m not a broken man
My body works, when under your control
I’ll follow every detail of your plan
I’ll need to be reminded, with a kiss
Sometimes when I get angry, like I do
Caress me, please, when I succumb to this
My anger leaves when I succumb to you
My soul is yours, connected to my heart
My body broke, but fixing it proceeds
To make you happy, or at least to start
Addressing all the preludes of your needs
My soul cannot be broken, like a bone
But still, it’s not complete when it’s alone.