the invisibles

 

who go unseen by fine society?
the ones unnoticed and unheard today
they live invisible to you and me

on city streets with nowhere else to stay
he sits on curb, searches through garbage can
inside small tent or under bridge he’ll lay

she’s taught by pimp to satisfy the man
but now that she is pregnant, he’s enraged
he curses in her face, hits her with hand

they live forgotten in home for the aged
small rooms smell sour as wander down the hall
both residents and staff are feeling caged

if listen closely can we hear them call?
with open eyes and hearts respond to all.

 


A sonnet consists of 14 lines structured into two parts: first part gives an “argument” and second part a “solution” separated by a “volta” (turn).

English sonnets are usuallly written in iambic pentameter (10 syllables in 5 feet), which resembles natural speech in a “da DUM” rhythm.

Terza Rima is a sonnet divided into 4 tercets and a couplet with the rhyme scheme: ABA BCB CDC DED EE.

Sonnet information from Frank and “invisible” prompt by Merril at dVerse poets pub.

no more ugly americans

Write a sonnet? We’re on it…join us at dVerse Poets pub.


 

Nation in danger when politics rule
Tyranny takes away power from fools
Everyone divided is fascist goal
Everyone’s private life under control
Left’s thought police want to strip away rights
Right’s arming themselves for future gunfights
Name-calling reveals our lack of respect
Angry tantrums reveal moral defect
Democracy works when wisdom prevails
But tyrants take over when self-rule fails
America’s greatness in books on shelves
We will be ruled if we don’t rule ourselves
Let’s learn to debate in civilized way
United AND diverse, in strength today.

 


Often sonnets are love poems and I do love America. But we Americans can give too much “weight” to politicians / politics of power and miss the greater picture of “We, the people”. Can we celebrate plurality but not force conformity? Can we discuss our differences and respect all persons? Let’s each work on our own character rather than defame another’s. No more being “ugly” to fellow Americans!

revenge of the dolls

A sinister sonnet…not my usual genre but we all have a dark side.


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last night i lay upon inn’s guest room bed

where host’s mute daughter slept long years ago

alas, young girl was found mysteriously dead

in bloodied sheets which stains too well i’d know

 

her childhood room preserved in musty pink

suspicious dolls stare down from shelf by crib

false alibis reveal dark murderous link

they point toy dagger tip against my rib

 

“what evil lurks?” i scream in pulsing fear

but mannequins no mercy feel for flesh

not even ragged ann would shed a tear

berserk and vicious furies of knife flash

 

in morning, landlord spies fresh doll on shelf

that plastic face, i’d recognize…  myself!

 

 

 

 

 

evening news commentary

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For thoughtful minds, a mystery
to watch modern iconoclasts
destroy statues of fathers’ cast;
we cannot erase history
so why hate sculpture bitterly?
Denial will repeat the past:
agenda hides behind a mask,
mobs pave a road to anarchy.

Remember that all men bleed red,
to judge by skin is fool’s extreme.
Lament the blood spilled on our sod,
mourn hostile words in anger said,
let truth and justice reign supreme
and leave all vengeance unto God!

 


See Daily Wire’s brief comments and video by former NBA star, Charles Barkley

home’sc(h)ool sonnet

Swift summer spent, we know it’s back to school

when FedEx truck delivers loads of books.

To study here at home we think it’s cool

yet clueless people give us funny looks

because we never worry what we wear;

Change out of your pajamas, I must ask

then after chores, at least please comb your hair;

put on proud smile, you’re always top of class!

Peer pressure is a concept we don’t know

though sibling rivalry we understand.

Real life relationships can bloom and grow

when we learn side by side, walk hand in hand.

 

If there’s one thing home school deprived of us

we’d like, just once, to ride in yellow bus!
 

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Linking to dVerse poetics where Gabriella’s prompt is “back to school”