SONNET

SONNET 71

Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell;
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if (I say) you look upon this verse,
When I (perhaps) compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse,
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan,
And mock you with me after I am gone.”

— Shakespeare’s

NOT A SONNET

“As my mother did shriek for my star to start
Those seas of sweat n’ discomfort on her part
Had me deduce me must not only fetches Elizabeth the greater
But with more joy in frequency in replacement in routes reel ’bout light n’ better
As she too’s a carer of money n’ clothin’ too. But past these
I (would always) reach to you in ways complex and ones which please
To make good, now when I am yet spleenful, your worse
Driving in comics, condemnations on world’s ills via fire-ful fancy force
As it has always mean for me as my predecessors lay rest, reduced
Into clays soil as they decayed as death used
So would I fall too to enjoin ’em to play with words
If my lines, as diverse my mind works, fetch you odds
Forgive my imperfections and literary (or life’s) errors in deeds
Look or better still, wait for other writs which are my feeds
Till you take one out of my thousands lineation thrown to sopor in the internet
But should any of my roll mean meaningful to one soul
For just so, lo, behold, I am an achiever and shall Rest In Peace
Away from this world’s –dialitical like women — and her wicked woes
Away, furthering in (to where Paradise’s) white or golden wears without foes
Where witches will not swoosh past in our midnight’s time
Where when bombs boom at all, they are silent fireworks sang of fireflies’ lullaby rhyme
Where bliss shall be in us as wouldn’t be
But I must fall one day so that all these (or more) might just be.”

— Jodekss

©2017

Dutchman by Jodekss Gloatkenf

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