Category Archives: Sonnet

A Sonnet

I walked to the store to get some tobacco
Thoroughly enjoying the rising sun’s glow
Reflecting off the snowy expanse
Frozen breezes make my hair dance
My boots creak crunch creak crunch in the snow
Swaying along as I lurch to and fro
Pulling my pipe from out of my pocket
I load, spark, and puff, take off like a rocket
A cloud of billowing smoke surrounds me
I clutch at myself as I cough in a frenzy
You can’t fly on one wing, the saying goes
Another bowl is quickly enclosed
More billows of smoke pour out of my nose
Now I’m home, preparing to decompose

Tuesday Afternoon On The Porch (A Slightly Deconstructed Sonnet)

Done with work, I’m enjoying my day
Out on the porch as the world goes its way
Roll up a ciggy, give it a light

Such a beautiful day; O what a plight
The egg in my pocket has a few hoots of stash
Very shortly some will become ash
As soon as I’m done writing the sonnet
I’m going to put some of that stuff upon it
Traffic and birds go whizzing on by
Ya know what? Fuck it. It’s time to get high

Ash and smoke drift through the air
A smile on my face, away drift my cares
Feeling so suave and so debonair
Sitting in the shade on my derriere

Sonnet Antemeridiem Gloria et Glacies Lactis

Sunday morning drifting awake
Catching up on TV, getting baked
Haven’t written much, nothing to say
Pouring my energy into stuff thay pays
Weekly articles are taking their toll
(You’ll notice this one sounds and reads droll)
Setting aside time to spew my guts
Is something I need to keep from going nuts
But right now I don’t have anything to write
So I thought I come and set things right
Here on the blog, and puke out a poem
Gibberish about my life and being stoned
Thin blood and body keeping me cold
More and more often its sucks getting old

So, a sonnet done
It feels unsatisfying
But wait! Is there more?

Let me load the bong
Take another goodly hoot
And see what comes out

The smoke billows past my lips
Smoky pillows
Against the screen of my taptop
Smoky thoughts
Can’t help but think of you again
I can still smell your skin
I know it’s only my imagination
I don’t care
It pleases me imagining that I smell you
I’ll be imagining your breath in my ear
When I call later this morning
Because while you’re moving on
And drifting away
I never said goodbye
And here I stay

I love you

Footsteps fleeing into silence
My tears ancient pebbles on the shore

My prison without walls
My crowded solitary confinement
Exiled
Alone

I Just Found These

In September of 2012, I took a solo thumb jaunt around the Buckle of the Barley Belt. Just me, my laptop, a cane, and a backpack. I spent a few nights on the ground, and a few nights in beds. It was fun. Anyway, I just found some of the stuff I wrote. Without further ado…

old canada

9/1

I’m jonsing to play a game
Which is why I went away
Hopefully in a while
I can abstain from play with a smile

Haiku

Stars dancing slowly
The monkey sleeps inside me
Horses on my bed

[NOTE: I think this haiku came out really, really well]

9/2

Sonnet

I awake on the ground, sun in my eyes
I roll in the dew and look to the skies
My ancient joints creak as I slowly stand
My bleary eyes peer at the waking land
Birdsong slowly makes it’s way to my ears
As my eyes focus the source becomes clear
Naked in the meadow, I whistle back
Stretching and yawning, my back gives a crack
Aromas of nature waft through my nose
Honeysuckle, canola, and wild rose
I gather my clothes, reluctantly dress
Where I’ll go today, I can’t even guess
But surely I’ll find something to impress
Beauty in Canada’s great wilderness

9/3

The world’s largest teepee
The tunnels of Al Capone
Are cool things to see
Even alone
Maybe I’ll stay
And act bourgeois
Spend a few days
In the town of Moose Jaw

9/?

(To the tune of My Favorite Things)
Tall whisp’rin’ pines, and hot maple syrup
Red coated mounties perched high in their stirrups
Hard rubber hockey pucks shot by the wing
These are a few of my favourite things…

9/12

Dude, you’re getting a Dell!
Well!
I got one, and it’s swell!
A D620 beefed up a bit
It works and won’t quit
Sitting in Regina happy
Dinking around with my new used lappy
Next week I’ll install the client
The specs all seem compliant
I should be able to run my events
And not get myself bent
Out of shape from the lag
Of the desktop PC, an old Sempron hag

[NOTE: taking the lappy into the wilds was a mistake, and I picked up a “new” one on my way home]

9/13

Deconstructed Sonnet

Cold winds blow
Upon the prairie at night
Distant howls
The moon’s half face glowing bright

Inky sky so clear
My words can’t convey
Blackness unending
With diamond spray

Every coyote in the land howling
Everywhere coyote orgies growling

Combines throwing dust
During the hot days
Stalks wiry rust
Debris where it lay

Hoppers into augers into bins
Trucked to the elevator
Trains mourn plaintively
Wafts of diesel exhaust vapor

Every combine in the land thrashing
Everywhere combine orgies gnashing

In the buckle of the barley belt
Saskatchewans chequered veldte
Heaven can sometimes be felt
Accepting the hand you’re dealt

 

Word Dances Of Seduction For ******

I. Sonnet

Daydreams of sitting under a willow
Watching the river run past
You using me as a pillow
Idly nibbling on picnic repast
In the shade sipping wine
In the sun the water shines
In the air magic shimmers
Idle chirping from nearby birds
Adds melody for dancing words
As conversation simmers
The rest of this dream is not fit
For your sweet eyes to yet visit
So rather than continue to write it
I think that I’ll just end it

II. Madrigal

Luna looms large in my heart
Her gravity causing tides
Of blood
Of sweat
Of tears
Of thoughts flowing free with nowhere to hide
Of sighs

Under her gaze, I like to celebrate
To laugh, and sing, and procreate
Even though I now shoot blanks
I still joyfully shout out my thanks
Given even half a chance

Skyknight Legionnaire (A Sonnet)

Thirty degrees in the shade by the creek
Hotter in the afternoon sun
I take off my clothes, leave them lie in a heap
Let the dog off her leash for a run
With wind on my ass cheeks, I succumb and put on my shoes
When I wander the creek, I don’t want my poor feet to bruise
I hobble down the stream for a bit
A low buzzing grows louder in my ears
I slow and creep around a thicket
A maelstrom of flying cavaliers
Thousands of dragonflies swarming the clearing
Metallic hues: reds, greens, and blues domineering
Fours of thousands of wings careering
Mating battle, me silently cheering

Dog Shit Sonnet, Deconstructed

Ten o’clock Monday, was sitting outside
The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress on my Kindle applied
Been plowing through classics, enjoying my buzz
Monday’s are usually slow for me, ‘cuz
Clients first have to gather their puzzles
They send me off to fetch pieces uncovered
But until they know what it is they want
I have time to flow at the font

Now I need two more lines
Following in the same pattern of rhymes

A quatrain goes here to complete
Four disonant lines phrased with conceit
While trying to be aloof and elite
In reality it’s what dogs excrete

Deconstructed Sonnet A La Mode

Cold winds blow
Upon the prairie at night
Distant howls
The moon’s face glowing bright

Inky sky so clear
Words can’t convey
Blackness unending
With diamond spray

Every coyote in the land howling
Everywhere coyote orgies growling

Combines throwing dust
During the hot days
Stalks wirey rust
Debris where it lay

Hoppers into augers into bins
Trucked to the elevator
Trains mourn plaintively
Wafts of diesel exhaust vapor

Every combine in the land thrashing
Everywhere combine orgies gnashing

In the buckle of the barley belt
Saskatchewans chequered veldte
Heaven can sometimes be felt
Accepting the hand your dealt

Looney Sonnet (Oct 25, 2011)

I rode to the store to get some tobacco
Ice on the road reflecting the moonglow
A sliver of silver flashing on and off
I stop at the park to toke and cough
Sitting on a swing watching smoke cross the moon
From a pond ‘cross the tracks comes the laugh of a loon
Stars sprinkle diamonds across inky velvet
I pull out my stash and break off a pellet
Crumbling the hash into my pipe
I’m swinging a little as I smoke in the night
Again I hear the demented laugh of that bird
I chuckle along with it, our conversation unheard
But together we laughed and smoked and conferred
And concluded that all was right in our world