Sonnet.

Multiple overwhelming thoughts trample upon me in a wild way.

Stunned as well as in awe I am compelled to rise upon my own.

So then I thought no possible way, I will have to be overthrown.

Yes, I definitely have to be thrillistically creative every single day.

Now I am living it and now I know excellence so longer I stay.

Yeah, I do have it going on and got it all nailed to a white stone.

You see, now it is on! I’m sizzling hot up on my game full-blown.

Yes, yes, yes, we are on some kind of fire would you like to play?

I am going to think about you on this full moon.

Maybe you have dug yourself into a cozy grave.

Maybe you like the way I situate myself so soon.

Maybe its resistible greed or I’m just that brave!

Look! I’m feeling you out bringing you my super sonnet, a tat for tit.

Indeed! I’m your full spread of Par-Kay or Blue Bonnet, I’m up on it!

® Registered: Ann Rich 2010

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  • jamesII on Jun 29, 2010

    Yes! The poet is on fire! How read it is to play! Cool!

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