I had a plan – one which I thought would work
One that headed for the golden highway
That led to the kingdom where no worms lurk
Funny how quickly it all fell away
My plan failed. My entry was denied
And my world was shattered beyond repair
Now I’m stuck on this road without a guide
Following a route that’s leading nowhere
I had one chance on the road to success
I had one chance which I blew completely
But with no back up plan I must confess
What do I do now? Can someone tell me?
My plan has failed. My future has flown
Thus leaving me lost, naked and alone
31st January 2005
An archive of sonnet poetry collating two decades of material written by a nutter.
Monday, January 31, 2005
The Visitation
Last night, I had a visit so profound
At midnight she came walking into the gloom
Walking with feet never touching the ground
Last night, an angel came into my room
Moving with a light shining eternal
And wings that had beauty beyond compare
In utter silence and grace so tranquil
She came to Earth to answer my despair
She looked at me and sensed my being weak
And she whispered sweet words into my ear
Then with hands on my shoulder and my cheek
She pulled me in close and drowned my fear
And the words she whispered to me that night?
“Everything is going to be all right”
31st January 2005
At midnight she came walking into the gloom
Walking with feet never touching the ground
Last night, an angel came into my room
Moving with a light shining eternal
And wings that had beauty beyond compare
In utter silence and grace so tranquil
She came to Earth to answer my despair
She looked at me and sensed my being weak
And she whispered sweet words into my ear
Then with hands on my shoulder and my cheek
She pulled me in close and drowned my fear
And the words she whispered to me that night?
“Everything is going to be all right”
31st January 2005
Monday, January 17, 2005
Nerd Convention
Well aren’t I Miss Popular. I’m a hit!
Here at this convention I dominate
I’ve lost count of the requests for a date
Guess the Yuna outfit must’ve done it
I can test my knowledge of Sailor Moon
Even though my opponents are all guys
I can say where some Star Trek ensign dies
And, with delight, does it make the men swoon
Here, I can talk all about Gundam Seed
And who’s my favourite Stargate character
I get smiled at by the fans of Princess Leia
Because I’m member of a small breed
Here we don’t care about social blunders
Because this world’s ruled by dateless wonders
17th January 2005
Here at this convention I dominate
I’ve lost count of the requests for a date
Guess the Yuna outfit must’ve done it
I can test my knowledge of Sailor Moon
Even though my opponents are all guys
I can say where some Star Trek ensign dies
And, with delight, does it make the men swoon
Here, I can talk all about Gundam Seed
And who’s my favourite Stargate character
I get smiled at by the fans of Princess Leia
Because I’m member of a small breed
Here we don’t care about social blunders
Because this world’s ruled by dateless wonders
17th January 2005
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Romance Poetry is over-rated
People say they love my romance poems
But they’re from a heart that’s empty and blue
They say these poems are the best I do
But they’re read by strangers: I won’t know ‘em
I’m just writing the words I want to say
Because I don’t have someone I can say them to
Unflinching in honesty? Yes, that’s true
At least it hides the hope fading away
I write these words but no one seems to care
To satisfy a soul wanting it’s mate
But in the end, it’s prolonging the wait
I write these words but they’re going nowhere
I’ve a hole in my heart – it needs to be filled
But my romance poems won’t fit the bill
13th January 2005
But they’re from a heart that’s empty and blue
They say these poems are the best I do
But they’re read by strangers: I won’t know ‘em
I’m just writing the words I want to say
Because I don’t have someone I can say them to
Unflinching in honesty? Yes, that’s true
At least it hides the hope fading away
I write these words but no one seems to care
To satisfy a soul wanting it’s mate
But in the end, it’s prolonging the wait
I write these words but they’re going nowhere
I’ve a hole in my heart – it needs to be filled
But my romance poems won’t fit the bill
13th January 2005
The Nobleman
I will be the lovely voice that tells you
You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve seen
I will be the eyes you can see into
A mirror where you see your beauty gleam
I’ll be the bare chest you rest your head on
And the hand that caresses your soft skin
I will be your shoulder when things go wrong
So you can pour your misery down in
I’ll be filler for your empty heart’s core
Because in my eyes, you’re the fairest star
I’ll be the mate that your soul’s weeping for
Cos’ I’m no more a lost soul than you are
Yes, I’ll do all that. You want to know why?
I don’t want to see someone like you cry
13th January 2005
You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve seen
I will be the eyes you can see into
A mirror where you see your beauty gleam
I’ll be the bare chest you rest your head on
And the hand that caresses your soft skin
I will be your shoulder when things go wrong
So you can pour your misery down in
I’ll be filler for your empty heart’s core
Because in my eyes, you’re the fairest star
I’ll be the mate that your soul’s weeping for
Cos’ I’m no more a lost soul than you are
Yes, I’ll do all that. You want to know why?
I don’t want to see someone like you cry
13th January 2005
Monday, January 10, 2005
The Christian who bit back
I will tolerate your philosophies
Even if I can’t see your perception
I will give your beliefs a warm reception
Even if they’re the sort I don’t agree
Corruption may exist in your core
But rest assured I will turn a blind eye
Even when people take your name and lie
I won’t cast any bad words by the score
I’ll respect you even when you stand tall
I’ll make the effort to see things your way
Ignore the stupid things my brethren say
Cos’ I won’t say any bad things at all
You heard me: That’s what I will do buddy
So how about doing the same for me?
10th January 2005
Even if I can’t see your perception
I will give your beliefs a warm reception
Even if they’re the sort I don’t agree
Corruption may exist in your core
But rest assured I will turn a blind eye
Even when people take your name and lie
I won’t cast any bad words by the score
I’ll respect you even when you stand tall
I’ll make the effort to see things your way
Ignore the stupid things my brethren say
Cos’ I won’t say any bad things at all
You heard me: That’s what I will do buddy
So how about doing the same for me?
10th January 2005
Monday, January 3, 2005
The Fable of Jacqueline and Michael
Jacqueline was a typical teenager
She had a real cute boyfriend called Michael
And she had dreams of being a singer
One day, he dumped her in a way most cruel
Citing an excuse that was pure nonsense:
He was through with her and she was a fool
Jacqueline got angry: She wanted vengeance
She felt cheated and made into much less
So she drew from that weak experience
Her songs grew angry in brutal excess
Apoplectic, scornful and accusing
And it put her on the road to success
A recording co. exec heard her sing
And immediately put forth a contract
Suddenly, Jacqueline was the next big thing
Her face began appearing on CD racks
And her fans began to grow in legion
She had a wrath that others seemed to lack
Jacqueline got rich through bones of contention
As well as, her fans who demanded more
She scored awards to numerous to mention
When Michael heard, he was shocked to the core
Jacqueline was taking a swipe back at him
It was too damn obvious to ignore
Now the whole wide world knew about his sin
And he was made into a laughing stock
He was in a trap where he couldn’t win
Michael had been transformed into a crock
He was now public enemy no. 1
His life had been smashed up onto a rock
But time wore on and Jacqueline’s time was done
She had been in the public eye for too long
And reality hit like a falling tonne
Her fans switched loyalties. They’re sick of her songs
Ignored by the press. What a brutal clout.
Jacqueline is now scorned. Her career’s gone wrong
Now Michael laughs, recovered from his rout
He wonders when he thinks of Jacqueline’s knife
So what was all the damn fuss all about?
So Jacqueline is still moaning about strife
But the public now find her annoying
Whilst Michael is getting on with his life
10th January 2005
She had a real cute boyfriend called Michael
And she had dreams of being a singer
One day, he dumped her in a way most cruel
Citing an excuse that was pure nonsense:
He was through with her and she was a fool
Jacqueline got angry: She wanted vengeance
She felt cheated and made into much less
So she drew from that weak experience
Her songs grew angry in brutal excess
Apoplectic, scornful and accusing
And it put her on the road to success
A recording co. exec heard her sing
And immediately put forth a contract
Suddenly, Jacqueline was the next big thing
Her face began appearing on CD racks
And her fans began to grow in legion
She had a wrath that others seemed to lack
Jacqueline got rich through bones of contention
As well as, her fans who demanded more
She scored awards to numerous to mention
When Michael heard, he was shocked to the core
Jacqueline was taking a swipe back at him
It was too damn obvious to ignore
Now the whole wide world knew about his sin
And he was made into a laughing stock
He was in a trap where he couldn’t win
Michael had been transformed into a crock
He was now public enemy no. 1
His life had been smashed up onto a rock
But time wore on and Jacqueline’s time was done
She had been in the public eye for too long
And reality hit like a falling tonne
Her fans switched loyalties. They’re sick of her songs
Ignored by the press. What a brutal clout.
Jacqueline is now scorned. Her career’s gone wrong
Now Michael laughs, recovered from his rout
He wonders when he thinks of Jacqueline’s knife
So what was all the damn fuss all about?
So Jacqueline is still moaning about strife
But the public now find her annoying
Whilst Michael is getting on with his life
10th January 2005
Sunday, January 2, 2005
She only likes me when she gets drunk
Well strike me dead, I can’t believe my luck
A cute thing turned her gaze on me today
Saying things she wouldn’t normally say
She reached out and gave my heartstrings a pluck
She doesn’t shrink back at the slightest touch
My spine tingles as she’s drawing this close
She tells me I’m the one she likes the most
And that she craves my company so much
She will kiss me, hold me and so much more
She wishes to feel the warmth of my arms
She wants to be swept away by my charms
Insisting she’s whom I’ve been waiting for
Alas, it’s nothing but a lie, I fear
It’s an illusion that I hold so dear
2nd January 2005
A cute thing turned her gaze on me today
Saying things she wouldn’t normally say
She reached out and gave my heartstrings a pluck
She doesn’t shrink back at the slightest touch
My spine tingles as she’s drawing this close
She tells me I’m the one she likes the most
And that she craves my company so much
She will kiss me, hold me and so much more
She wishes to feel the warmth of my arms
She wants to be swept away by my charms
Insisting she’s whom I’ve been waiting for
Alas, it’s nothing but a lie, I fear
It’s an illusion that I hold so dear
2nd January 2005
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