31st March 2014

Sonnet 118


Self denial's not our style, we're not keen

To deny our pallat's their every urge,

Fat squeezing internal organs unseen,

Once a year it's kind of it's for Lent purge .

Sicker getting sicker of corn syrup's ranke sweetnesse -

We use dietary aids to frame our feeding,

All my pals on the 5:2 seek meetnesse,*

Twice per week the starvation  we're all needing.

Obesity - could we anticipate

How sweets for our sweet made Type 2 assured?

We got fat on a cash starved nanny state,

She taught us greed was good - that can't be cured.

    We are how much we eat, it's the new true,

     Keep consuming consumers: it's all you.


*propriety


Sonnet 119

It won't take five fingers to count the tears

You've spilt for me - when Doc Voddy's within

The gold harp chants old diehards' hopes and fears:

Whyohwhyohwhy won't Hibs ever win?*

Off the ball fouls cynically committed,

Not on home turf you swear no not never,

But since you got that smartphone it's fitted

To your eye for pay-per-view porn fever.

It's a game of two halves, false and true,

You cheat, I capitulate; it's better

To play on than learn love's ground rules anew:

0 - 0 draws leave neither of us greater.

You're relieved I've taken you back - content.

That rubber you bounced back on's limp - spent.


*Hibernian FC last won the Scottish Cup in 1902

30th April, 2014

Sonnet 117

Everything I stole from you Shakespeare, all

Rhymes, thoughts and words, how could I repay?

My sonnet friend, my best gay friend I call

You for the long, long view of my small day -

That I have frequent been with unknown minds:

Untrue! Untrue! But your approach was right.

I read it was homiletic* winds

Drove the beautiful boy (who?) from  your sight.

My first boyfriend two-timed me, let me down,

From then I declined to accumulate

Vulnerabilities.  Therapists frown:

They claim I'm closed - but at least I don't hate.

These sonnets - what am I trying to prove?

That constancy and virtue outlive love?

*preachy

30th March, 2014

Sonnet 116

White weddings - just fit for male/female mindes?  -

Leftovers from days of pure hetero love

Which alters when it alteration finds

King James' strictures* at oh so far remove.

Like Eton's class (now money'd) mark -

The market value of birthright's shaken ...

Same Sex  owl and  pussycat in their bark -

This honeymoon's all their money taken!

Willow birch bark ** stripped to cool rosie cheeks,

Leaves the maypole compass - wedding guests come,

They've practised wedding hair/make-ups for weeks

To dance ribbons round "til Death us do..." doom.

Time tells what Kings and cabbages proved:

What we thought the less was all that Will loved.

*"wikiHow" entry: How to Make Aspirin if You're Lost in the Woods.  STEP 1 - Rip some bark off a willow tree...

**Proverbs 18:22  Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing and obtaineth favour of the LORD.  Marriage is not something we invent or change to suit our own fleshly desires.

27th March 2014

Sonnet 113

We are the sums of our experience, mind,

 Proust took seven novels to talk about

How acute sense of smell still leaves us blind


To what we don't want the brain to work out.

Wedding bells ringing from birth in our heart -

They're not a sign of intellectual lack

If we accept love as life's greatest part?

White harts we run in wide circles to catch:

The romance, the romance,  unjaded sight:

Love's endangered beast /mythical creature

Belief - man's most distinguishing feature).

Sweet synaesthesia I took to be you;

What's measure'd by brain waves can't be untrue?


Sonnet 114

Your eyes, they're playing dirty tricks on you:

"Do you remember when...?"  flattery

To distract me from what you wish was true,

What you like - pornograpply's alchemy,

That makes of porn stars and things indigest

Such cherubines as my sweet selfe resemble,

Creating every bad a perfect best

As fast as downloads to your beames assemble.

You say it's what all the guys are seeing

To keep post-industrial peckers up;

The currency tired eyes' gust keep greeing,

New Eden in a Soho stripper's cup -

How to monetise original sin:

See me?  I'll be dirty Eve - you begin...



Sonnet 115

Conscious uncoupling - that therapised lie

She'll tell to pretend that what's left's dearer

To the kids than divorce.  We reason why


Not Gwynnie, your GLOOP's never been clearer.

Online lives like yours don't do accidents,

Gilded's not the prerogative of kings

 Since deference deceased, to all intents;

Big business needs big stars to sell us things.

In your blog, growing image tyrannie

Life at it's macrobiotical best

Cancels emotional uncertainties,

Crowning the present, doubting of the rest.

Her bottom line has the final say so:

Uncouple love, let online empires grow.



 

26th March 2014

Sonnet 112

Can hyperinterconnectedness fill

This dyspraxia that's in my brow?

Remote hypnotherapyse when I'm ill

Keep my slate clean for what law'll allow?

The self as individual - thrive or strive

Speaking in predictive text's worldwide tongue:

Ventilator'd Wi-Fi keeps us alive

And no bugs to fight - Google's never wrong.

Where do we come from?  I don't think I care,

What are we doing? Light years  don't make sense,

Where are we going?  Where the dark holes are

Sweetheart we're parallel universe bred:

Make virtual love, let's pretend we're not dead.

23rd March 2014

Sonnet 111


Please don't feel obliged to pretend chide

Gender for my lack of noteworthy deeds,

Your paternalistic drive to provide

Cash, dosh, lucre, to support our small breeds.

It was my choice to be a failing brand -

When you're at home all day you get subdued,

Tainted by housework, like the dyer's hand;

And every month oestrogen is renewed.

So much for government guidelines - I'll drink

Pints to quell big girl's hormones infection -

No bitterness that I will bitter think:

Waiting for testosterone correction.*

Pity me not dear friend, I can assure ye:

When I'm dry you'll love the inner male me.


*Increases during female menopause.

22nd March 2014

Sonnet 110

Alas, 'tis true, I starve me here and there,

And make my bod a motley to the view,

Quash cravings, call fat what is most dear,

Make old offences of affections new.

It's mostly true that I look on the truth

Asconce and strangely: But despite above,

These choices don't seem delusions of youth,

There's worse crimes than my  case of self-hate/love,

It's never done, denial has no end,

Mine appetite I never more will grin' de

On forbidden crabs - hunger's my best friend,

Goddess in love, to me I am confined.

    Measure me skinny, better than my best

      Even if it means this meanly shrunk breast.

11th March 2014

Sonnet 108


A corrupted Times Roman character,

Download via Trojan ether spirit

Encrypted to seal  weake heart's register 

That might express my love, or thy deare merit.

 We were six when angels acted divine,

The Lord's Prayer - we  said it all the same,

 Old rotes of kingdom; power; glory; thine -

The black chalk slate to write, to touch a name.

Madman on canal, redundant briefcase

 Carries his wordtunes, birdsong from Will's age

Meters the pace, his portal to love's place,

Each tattered touchscreen, every close writ page.

The machines remember why we were bred -

 If four letter password works - we're not dead.
             

10th March 2014

Sonnet 109

Until we saw  "L'inconnu du lac", heart:

Preposterouslie straight my qualify;

There was no spectrum from which to depart,

 All I got was hetero - I won't lie.

Guy on guy bit porn actors cruised (ranged)

Luxe, calme et volupte: Eden again,

Bodily fluids freely exchanged;

Sex en plein air forgets the Adam stain.

Red chalked virgin queen who you English reigned,

Man's heart left to woman's body, but blood

 Of the white hart left her bed rainbow stained

(I wish my climacterics felt as good).

It's my laydee genes on menopausal call,

I smelt the rose at rainbow's end, that's all.

7th March 2014

Sonnet 107

Rankling love virus of body and soul

Incarcerated for forbears to come

By circumstances within our control -

Defrosting quicker than a dodo's doom.

Sons of Eve sprung from he seeds she endured

While sad Adams envisaged their  presage;

All they wanted - capital growth assured:

They sent affection to a new ice age.

We really fracked the permafrost this time

(Every global warming prophet subscribes),

Freed from 30,000 years Arctic rhyme -

Once more love breeds in dull and speechless tribes.*

 This holding tomb, our melting monument,

Lender of last resort for all we've spent.

*Infectious giant virus Pithovirus sibericum, recently discovered to have survived 30,000 years entombed in Siberian permafrost.

6th March 2014

Sonnet 106

Guys! One word for who's  wasted by cruel time:

Laydees and men - they used to call us "wights",

I've stolen this and more from William's rhyme,

Remember chivalrous chastity, knights?

Say them out loud how you feel conveys best

Romantic fool notions clouding your brow:

Stuff stiff parchment and scratchy quill  expressed

Is quite emotionally obsolete now.

Ignore those antiquity prophesies!

We conjure our means of prefiguring

(Mostly ourselves) through technology's eyes,

Longhand's as old as lost  lovesongs whales sing .

      For we which now behold these present dayes,

     Choose handheld eyes to frame and edit praise.

5th March 2014

Sonnet 105

Please don't call Brad's selfie* idolatrie,

Putting 10 big Oscar Idolls  on show,

Since  the same our insecurities be,

This insecurity was ever so.

What kindness of love is tomorrow's kind?

Technology retweets fresh excellence -

Therefore nothing is to no one confined,

It's all been expressed, leave out difference.

Who's fair who's kind who's true's my argument,

What picture can't outpace a thousand words,

And still be hung around the Net unspent?

(And yet to come - what laser speed affords).**

I'm fair I'm kind I'm true I love alone

Taking pictures of me - I'm one on one.


*Bradley Cooper's Oscars selfie - retweeted ad nauseum

**Replacement of fibre optic with laser technology, which will enable communication at speed of light.

4th March 2014

Sonnet 104

This Moby doesn't do wrinckles or old

On autofocus it's much kinder eye'd

Than some mirror'd glass (mercury's so cold)

Cute selfies keep me every season's pride,

I am my own constant slideshow who's turned

Her looks from faded to constantly seen.

The gross consumption's leaving Gaia burned,

But what's left of me will always be green.

This micro ice-age handmade by my hand,

This extinction too fast to be perceived :

In my space time continuum I stand

With the immortals -not the old deceived

For fear of whom we choose to stay unbred -

Selflie death masks stop us feeling like dead.


 

3rd March 2014

Sonnet 103

A tributary of the Firth of Forth...

(If I was McGonagall* Scottish pride

Would digress how bankers fear small net worth

Of Scots' independence and more besides

That weak McDairmid** heirs  forbear bear to write,

How Jock establishment sports Anglo face -

We're just a wee wee nation, well  not quite,

What we could be should be that's our disgrace.

The God men remind us we'll have to mend

Yes/No divides post Brits-did- us -well,

19 September rUK  may tend

To say Shut It - you've had your Show and Tell.

Walter Scott found the fence where Jock should sit,

 Better Together runs  the length of it)...


*William McGonagall 1825 - 1902

Scots weaver , doggerel poet and actor.

**Hugh McDiarmid 1892 - 1978

Best known poet of the Scottish Renaissance.

2nd March 2014

Sonnet 102

We're more in tune now, though more weak in seeming,

Go on date nights (less thigh on show appears),

That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming

Our valentine tongues doth publish everywhere

Like love was new and still but in the Spring.

So we unfriended former Facebook lays

When monogamist sex still made us sing -

But will one do for longer oldie days?

Our coupling's not improvisational now,

(It's once a week when old himms hush the night)

Songs of the 80's burden every bough:

Overplayed Our Tunes lose their deare delight.

We find it works  most times to hold our tongue,

Just humming the tune to forget the song.