These mainly belong to an obsessive period of iambic mania, roughly coinciding with 2006, when I churned these things out by the barge-load. One or two of them are good.
They are mostly, but not all, English sonnets in iambic pentameter. There are a few Italian sonnets, and a few nine-to-a-line sonnets, which I half-seriously call Marshallines http://allpoetry.com/column/show/2265620
There's even one in tetrameter somewhere in there.
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It is the time of year when loving verse22 lines, 14 comments, on Feb 14 1:12 AM 2006. In Love
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Woman touched by a drowsy loveliness,
Or lost in reverie and private thought, -
Such praise is like the braying of an ass!
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Last night the springtime moon was round and full
And I could see her eyes were drawn to it -
What does it matter in the scheme of things
That we have never pledged or made a vow22 lines, 14 comments, on Mar 29 3:15 AM 2006. In Love -
No passion now can fire her curtained eyes,
but peacefully by dreams she is beguiled -
Serenity of sleep when play-filled days
Have faded in the gentle quilt of dusk21 lines, 10 comments, on May 20 11:03 PM 2006. In Love
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The heavy chains of guilt are not for you
A form of bondage none should gladly wear22 lines, 16 comments, on May 26 10:13 AM 2006. In Love
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“Go Smoke!” – The cry is on ten thousand lips,
As number 20 thunders round the track. -
You fiend, you hound of hell we have you fast!
In London you have undergone your trial. -
‘Tis fifteen years since Captain Jane and I
On Bonaventure’s deck first made our stand. -
Sleep fills our minds as fingers fill a glove;
A cloying reverie, as sweet as sin,23 lines, 12 comments, on Aug 3 3:43 AM 2006. In Fantasy
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You thought of me and, looking from your room
Through open window, saw this nearby tree22 lines, 14 comments, on Sep 30 3:13 AM 2006. In Love
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Here, where my pretty golden trees once grew,
The dust of countless centuries has lain. -
Why do I try to audit how I feel?0 lines, 16 comments, on Oct 20 5:48 AM 2006. In Love
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There is no earthly price I wouldn’t pay
to turn our life together into song. -
When evening comes and daily tasks are done,
I lean against the door and breathe a sigh. -
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The riverboats and carriages made way,
A Cajun sang “Allons a Lafayette”.18 lines, 12 comments, on Aug 25 3:54 AM 2006. In Love
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I lived – became not this cold dagger’s sheath,
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How far into the shadows will you go
To seek, but not to find, some ease of heart? -
The subtle bruit of a small-town night
Those little echoes of activity -
I sat down with my pen in hand to write,
while April dawning turned my window grey -
Emotion’s reckless waves assault the rocks
In some vain enterprise to turn the land -
O Corazon, come! Rake me with your nails
And, unprotesting, carry me away -
When I lay dead, who was it wed my queen?22 lines, 20 comments, on Aug 13 1:22 AM 2006. In Other
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My plaid shall be of rowan-berry red
Or crossed with bars of deepest forest leaf0 lines, 23 comments, on Nov 20 12:03 AM 2006. In Nature
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So who comes hither to a wailing fife,
And brims my flagon with a flowing brew? -
I tried to rise and warm you with a kiss,
But someone else had done me by one ray.26 lines, 8 comments, on Feb 8 12:25 AM 2006. In Love -
Too long have I been buried in the mud -
O best beloved, it is often said
By people who are sere and celibate20 lines, 36 comments, on Mar 27 12:04 PM 2006. In Humor -
Oh how exquisitely you break my heart
You are the fickle song of wind through strings22 lines, 17 comments, on May 16 1:48 PM 2006. In Love -
What bird of prey from nature’s teeming flock,
What work of man’s intelligence and hand? -
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One day I shut the house I call my heart,
Locked fast the doors, and threw away the key19 lines, 14 comments, on Sep 17 11:21 AM 2006. In Sad
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I see you shining, constant in my sky,23 lines, 6 comments, on Feb 12 5:29 AM 2006. In Love
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You are Magnificence itself, adored22 lines, 5 comments, on Feb 12 11:55 PM 2006. In Adult
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Our lives are not all happiness, it seems
We can be witnesses to dreadful things, -
A diamond in a poet, glowing bright
with douceur that defies this wordsmith’s art -
(a Millenarian sonnet)18 lines, 13 comments, on May 19 3:11 AM 2006. In Spiritual
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Can my art, ever questions finding,
Bring you forth into daylight... -
I am waiting, lying upon the strand, -
A rider from across the mountains came
To seek an entry though the hour was late -
I never knew my craft would suck me dry,
that I had sold my soul for just one year -
Into town, the Punctuation Man,
Came hobbling.22 lines, 47 comments, on Jun 8 3:59 PM 2006. In Humor
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Can you recall a castle made of sand
That stood – so monumental – yesterday? -
“Where do I fit into the scheme of things?”
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What devilry has touched my lover’s mouth
With all the spices of the Vieux Carré? -
A sudden shower of rain, as morning broke,
Left diamonds on your web -
My friends tell me that I could always buy
Another pitcher, and drink deep again. -
A little prophecy of growing light
Creeps in my heart, until the daylight gleams -
I, Shah Jehan, lie on my dying bed
And dream, beloved of my royal wives.22 lines, 24 comments, on Oct 22 10:26 AM 2006. In Love
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As you walk on, you’ll find a special tree
And recognise its straight and honest bole.16 lines, 28 comments, on Dec 23 1:10 AM 2006. In Nature
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A simple bench; the weight of eldership
That I have borne upon my seat and back...15 lines, 24 comments, on Feb 17 5:03 AM 2007. In Spiritual
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“She sat upon her rock in moonlight grey ~
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I came at last up to the place of stone,
Just at the very turning of the year -
But what remained in Eden when they left?
When humankind was banished by the Lord, -
How you are turning me from lead to gold,
Your magick, and your savage alchemy.23 lines, 10 comments, on Aug 13 12:17 AM 2006. In Love -
Here is the place – I shyly touch my lips
Upon it, as if worship is my aim.22 lines, 20 comments, on Aug 27 3:22 AM 2006. In Love
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The House has eyes - each lighted window sees
The traveller who treads the coastal lane. -
If you will not be my wife,
Then with your wantonness fill this short time. -
The blossom weights the cherry orchard’s boughs
as if a sudden snow had filled the trees -
“Which one to choose? What to decide?”
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I've fell in a gold mine! -
No, you've simply discovered my obsessive-compulsive side.
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