Sweet and Lyrical Villanelle
Sweet and Lyrical does Net love dwell
It shines within our hearts sublime
Is that the ringing of silver bells?
Soft and tender is its spell
Like sunshine in the summertime
Sweet and Lyrical Net love dwells.
Hearts will be black, some minds a shell
Yet pierced they can be with love genuine
Is that the ringing of silver bells?
Thoughts deep as an artesian well
Be warned- it will hurt most of the time
Sweet and Lyrical Net love dwells.
Most days will be a living hell
It’s certainly not a victimless crime
Is that the ringing of silver bells?
It is now woven into our unsuspecting lives
Would you like to be my partner in crime?
Sweet and Lyrical Net love dwells
Is that the ringing of silver bells?
Heed This Broken Sonnet
Light-hearted was the Villanelle above.
Have I forgotten the darkness in the rain?
Or the agonizing, aching, numbing pain?
Do I naively dwell on the happier side of love?
Confound it all! There is more to love than bliss!
Hard work it takes, you must remember this!
Much pain and sorrow from life’s uncertainties
they’ll knock you out and bring you to your knees!
Is it better to run from Internet romance
and the bewitching words from sources yet unseen
who claim to be Kings when they’re really Queens?
When all they want to do is unzip your pants?
Tread carefully when you delve in such romance.
So heed these Sonnet’s words, then grab this happiness...!
Love Triolet- a Quadratic Tragedy on the Inside-Out of Love
Created here with word and pen
so dark and light, Net love binds
pictures, sound, and video, sure, but
created here with word and pen.
Net love is real, though most maligned
you’ll know the person first inside.
Created thus with word and pen
So dark, yet light. Net love binds.
When created here with word and pen
and knowing the person first inside
add pictures, sound, video, and see beyond
what is created here with word and pen.
To see the person unrehearsed
you’ll get to know their thin outside.
When created here with word and pen
you’ll know the person first inside.
So dark and light, Net love binds.
You’ll see the person unrehearsed.
It’s very real, though most maligned.
Net love is real, Net love binds.
Hearts and minds can hurt or grow
Net love is blessed or can be cursed.
So dark. So light. Yet it binds.
You'll see the person unrehearsed.
For me? I’ll take the inside-first.
The outside-first? I’ll leave to you!
So dark and light, Net love binds.
For me? I’ll take the inside first.
You can see the person unrehearsed.
The inside first? AP is the rule.
the outside first? myspace’s the tool.
I’ll take the inside-first, thank you.
The outside-first? I’ll give to you!
A Diamond in the Rough of Net Love
| heart |
A Haiku of Love Currents
| Hearts and minds flutter |
A Cinquain Love in Cyberspace
| Cyberspace |
A Limerick of Internet Love
There once was a newbie to Internet love
she was pounced on by poetic romantic doves
she believed everything she read
and was left torn to shreds
of which she was most undeserving of.
An Abstract World of Reaching Out into the Wide Webs of Love
The desire to resurrect dead hearts from micro-acoustic torments
via quartz-timed liquid levels of dense waves
that are numerically quantified, frozen, and hand-carved
in association with dermatomyositis-triggered passive disorders
can lead to one to dispense low-level exposures of Internet Love,
resulting in warm flashes and the relief of much suppressed pain
that travels the gravel roads of the data highway
from said dormant hearts back to you,
and over the sea of hope spring baguette diamonds
that form the shapes of hearts set in engagement rings.
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