Both the parents left to go to dinner.
They were gone for some hours. That’s what they did.
However they left with minds of sinners.
They wanted to get away from their kid!!
His screaming drove them mad so they both fled.
Silence they were after. And they got it.
Pleased with peace and quiet and no sore heads.
They forgot all about the little shit.
Meanwhile the kid never left his room.
Scary nightmares made him cower in fright.
Totally scared he sensed impending doom.
With no parents he won’t get through the night
The parents went away to have some fun
And the frightened kid waited for the sun-
?? September 1999
An archive of sonnet poetry collating two decades of material written by a nutter.
Thursday, September 30, 1999
Wednesday, September 29, 1999
I hate my writer's class
This is a writer's class. All is not well
Sure I get to say what I want to say
This hole is the equivalent of hell
"We are going to write poetry today"
Says a teacher who demands better stuff
We go to work and then read read what we've done
A scary guy says life is very tough
A half dead girl talks about being gone
A total nut talks about destruction
Some stinker spends his time bagging losers
An irritable speaks his observations
A giggling bitch talks of hunky boozers
A blonde reads her work which leaves mine for dead
As feelings of failure invade my head
?? September 1999
Sure I get to say what I want to say
This hole is the equivalent of hell
"We are going to write poetry today"
Says a teacher who demands better stuff
We go to work and then read read what we've done
A scary guy says life is very tough
A half dead girl talks about being gone
A total nut talks about destruction
Some stinker spends his time bagging losers
An irritable speaks his observations
A giggling bitch talks of hunky boozers
A blonde reads her work which leaves mine for dead
As feelings of failure invade my head
?? September 1999
Tuesday, September 28, 1999
Tragedy
Two houses both alike in dignity
In fair Hobart College we lay our scene
Through ancient grudge break to new mutiny
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
My friends will not betray me or kill me
That's what I believe. Therefore I have none
Wimps attack the lone sheep. That's plain to see
I was bombarded - equal to a tonne
Bullets fly rapidly. Into my heart
Evil grinning faces. They laugh. They lear
Looking forward to a brand new start?
No chance! I'm hated becuase I'm in fear
No ending here of this story of woe
Sadder than Juliet and Romeo
?? September 1999
In fair Hobart College we lay our scene
Through ancient grudge break to new mutiny
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
My friends will not betray me or kill me
That's what I believe. Therefore I have none
Wimps attack the lone sheep. That's plain to see
I was bombarded - equal to a tonne
Bullets fly rapidly. Into my heart
Evil grinning faces. They laugh. They lear
Looking forward to a brand new start?
No chance! I'm hated becuase I'm in fear
No ending here of this story of woe
Sadder than Juliet and Romeo
?? September 1999
Thursday, April 22, 1999
Garden of Evil
I went into bush the other day
Cruel gang bashings onto me made no sense
Fleeing criticism I got away
But there’s no sanctuary. Just silence
It is deathly silent. There’s a bird call
But it’s one voice among the silent guards
These guards are the trees - standing straight and tall
And spades are drawn in this life’s pack of cards
Music plays at the bush’s other end
I walk on a path that will take me there
As I walk the music distorts and bends
And a girl comes with a face full of fear
I walk on. She made the same mistake too
On never ending path I continue
22nd April 1999
Cruel gang bashings onto me made no sense
Fleeing criticism I got away
But there’s no sanctuary. Just silence
It is deathly silent. There’s a bird call
But it’s one voice among the silent guards
These guards are the trees - standing straight and tall
And spades are drawn in this life’s pack of cards
Music plays at the bush’s other end
I walk on a path that will take me there
As I walk the music distorts and bends
And a girl comes with a face full of fear
I walk on. She made the same mistake too
On never ending path I continue
22nd April 1999
Wednesday, March 31, 1999
My Biggest Poetic Confession
Anuptaphobics fear being single
That is my position. That’s what I’ve found
As I see happy couples all around
A deep down depression starts to tingle
I plead for empathy and sympathy
No one answers. Proof I am forsaken
Any girl I like is already taken
And my one girlfriend is apathy
I want someone to help me get through life
Emotional problems I have a lot
But I see that coupled guys have not
And I am left alone - destroyed by strife
I want someone for love but not for lust
Thus my kingdom is crumbling into dust
??/?? 1999
That is my position. That’s what I’ve found
As I see happy couples all around
A deep down depression starts to tingle
I plead for empathy and sympathy
No one answers. Proof I am forsaken
Any girl I like is already taken
And my one girlfriend is apathy
I want someone to help me get through life
Emotional problems I have a lot
But I see that coupled guys have not
And I am left alone - destroyed by strife
I want someone for love but not for lust
Thus my kingdom is crumbling into dust
??/?? 1999
Tuesday, March 2, 1999
No Words Necessary
Her impact on me was quite humoungous
She cast her spell on me. I was awe-struck
This Aphroditan walks among us
As she walks I still can’t believe my luck
To me she is a promise of a new day
I love her - That said with no denial
Have I ever said the wrong thing? No way!
I love no other and that is final
This goddess is a creature of beauty
Music is her voice. Honey is her hair
She herself - That is all there is to see
Every quality about her is fair
And my love is still here. It is not gone
And thanks to her I’m still kicking on
1st-2nd March 1999
She cast her spell on me. I was awe-struck
This Aphroditan walks among us
As she walks I still can’t believe my luck
To me she is a promise of a new day
I love her - That said with no denial
Have I ever said the wrong thing? No way!
I love no other and that is final
This goddess is a creature of beauty
Music is her voice. Honey is her hair
She herself - That is all there is to see
Every quality about her is fair
And my love is still here. It is not gone
And thanks to her I’m still kicking on
1st-2nd March 1999
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