FanStory.com - Sonnets by michaelcahill

With craning neck, my eyes look up to view
an eagle ruling all that lies beneath.
Like field mice, I'm considered from above
My thoughts turn into daydreams--hope takes flight.

I close my eyes and stretch to meet the wind,
imagining escape with feathered will.
I think of floating through a cloud serene,
and touching rain before it even falls.

Still, what about the mysteries beyond,
the moon, the stars and marvels yet to find?
An eagle sends no wish on comet's tail--
there's nothing thought beyond raw hunger's pull.

His flight's imprisoned in the world he's known.
In dreams, I sail beyond--your raptor child!

Chapter 2
A Tryst For Three

By michaelcahill

Author Note:

A Modern Horror Sonnet. :))

Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence.
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of sexual content.

A Tryst For Three
by michael cahill

'Tis not two twiddling thumbs do I invest
in piteous taps for your sad demise.
Perhaps constant pummeling toughened my
heart creating a calloused coarse cover.

Now, where passions sweat once seeped forth in lust,
congealing blood now glistens much the same.
Your lover once again gripped in tension--
this time rigor mortis will soon subside…

Now look! You bring me satisfaction dear.
For once, it is I who am spent with smiles.
And you, of course, have surely had your fill
of my meticulous and tender care.

I thought I loved a tender kiss in Spring.
I love the taste of vengeance even more.

Author Notes
I grew tired of all the restrictions. This is my version of blank verse. The meter is mixed. I found that iambic pentameter didn't suit the theme, so I didn't use it all the way through. (obviously)

Chapter 3
You Are My Guitar

By michaelcahill

I'm not really alone. This is my voice,
The one that sings, and you are my guitar.
A mute, without my music, not by choice.
My crippled tongue shyness, keeps me afar.

My midnight dreams of perfect melody;
This is my humble voice, soft whisper rise,
with your voice together, in harmony
as it would be, if seen within my eyes.

Sure, my heart is breaking, no words to say
Yes, I feel like crying, my lyrics true
This is my only voice, the only way
is in this song, that I can be with you

On silver winds, hear what my heartsong brings.
My voice, my guitar. Listen! Touch the strings.

Author Notes this is a first attempt at a sonnet which I am aware it is not. welcome brutal critique. anything that is un-sonnet like about this I would like to know. other than that treat it like a poem. deals with shyness and love from afar as the sad result that sometimes has some reward anyway. edited today based on wonderful feedback. hope it is improved!

Chapter 4
First, With Words

By michaelcahill

Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of sexual content.

Quill to paper seeks a proper answer.
Spill your heartspeak to this glib romancer.
Skill compels you-- be my heated dancer.
Will you yearn for me, your dream enhancer?

Trust at our first glance heralds soul's surprise
lust follows quick, I cannot fault my eyes.
Dust fills the air--I shake off my disguise.
Must sense restrict my wings? My spirit flies!

Splash your sweetness to my tongue; I'm waiting.
Crash your hips to mine anticipating.
Smash against my lips, I'm salivating;
thrash within my grasp, I'm undulating.

Slide swiftly down, I'll penetrate you deeply.
Abide me softly rocking-- kiss me sweetly.
Tied by passion, true love shows completely;
ride to ecstasy, hearts given freely.

Thighs relax each kiss now soft and tender,
sighs and moaning whisper of our splendor.

Author Notes

This is based on the lento form. Loosely a heroic sonnet
with quite a few liberties. So, call it my style if you will.
I have a series of four quatrains ending in a couplet.
Each of the quatrains begins and ends with a monorhyme
as does the couplet. The original lento form begins with
monorhymes, but has an ABAB or sometimes an AABB
rhyme pattern as the usual end rhyme.
I thought I'd add the extra challenge.

Chapter 5
One Last Mile

By michaelcahill

Warning: The author has noted that this contains strong violence.

This day whilst shuffling inchmeal one last mile
Will courage fetch my visage one last smile?
Twas love in blindness lost, my only crime
A bursting heart stole reason, from my rhyme

I hear the walls scream vainly out with pain
Lost, hollow echoes whisper hearts in vain
My wretched handless grasp for last embrace
No eyes to seize her face, within this space

There's no soft cushion plush upon that chair
I quick shall breathe swift heat, when I'm strapped there
I killed the bastard, sleeping with my spouse
They're killing me, though they'd have killed that louse

How shall I greet thee, friend, when met in hell?
Hugs, when my wife is dead and joins as well!

Author Notes Sonnet: Husband murders man he finds sleeping with his wife and receives the electric chair.

Chapter 6
A Cheater's Winning Sonnet

By michaelcahill

A Cheater's Winning Sonnet
by michael cahill

Discretion is key when building an empire of recognized
distinction where cash on the barrel is esteem upsized
discovery is out of your grasp for you are born fair
disloyalty and cheating are for those without care

dismounting my victims, I leave them with smiles
disheveled their garments in awe of my wiles
disingenuous rants against those of my ilk
dissuade you from thinking, it is I that bilk

dispenser of venom towards any who cheat while
displayed on my mantle my ill-gotten treats
discounted to me for your money I use
discredit is only for those that just lose

discordant rhythm matters not in this sonnets poor form
Disdain you will have, HA! TUFF! I have already got enough votes to win anyway… that's the norm!

Author Notes I missed the prompt! All this talent gone to waste. And all that bribe money frittered away! Where's the justice!!!!

Chapter 7
Sweet Sister Lilith the Pure

By michaelcahill

Author Note:

HOW COULD YOU NOT LOVE HER?

Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence.

Sweet Sister Lilith the Pure

It was a reach for her to turn the key.
Ah, she, my golden, curly-topped fair sibling.
A gift they said that they'd bequeathed to me,
annoyed and cross when I commenced to quibbling.

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A clumsy oaf 'twas claimed my lot in life,
all wounds deemed self-inflicted by this jerk.
Her silent midnight visits caused my strife;
her mind froze every muscle for her work.

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So sweet by day, an imp with angel's smile.
(While plotting ways to amputate my limbs.)
There's not a soul that she cannot beguile.
(The carving of my heart one of her whims.)

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I'm safe within these quaint asylum walls--
except for those dark days dear Lilith calls.

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Author Notes

Chapter 8
Earth's Final Day

By michaelcahill

"Escape!" the cry rang out, but much too late.
"All hope is lost," read clearly on the wall.
Recov'ry's dream will never be our fate.
The time has passed to heed the urgent call.
Humanity claimed triumphs bold and grand.
Someday, perhaps, our story will unfold.

For surely there's some hint we walked this land.
Is not a single word left to be told?
Now, sit by shaded tree enjoy the breeze.
All seems as though life's fine; why worry so?
Leave well enough alone now, if you please.

Don't spin, you worried few, your tales of woe.
All's hushed--the Earth turns on in endless blight.
Yes, man has gone-- we died without a fight.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eventually, we will have gone too far
And lost all hope averting climate change.
Response is needed now--set high the bar
To clean our air and oceans. Rearrange
How we consume the fuels that do us harm.
So, sacrificing nature there's no doubt.

For temperatures that rise give great alarm,
Inciting melting ice and global drought.
Now think instead of oceans teeming fish,
And air so clean it doesn't sting your eyes.
Let forest rains return-it is our wish:

Deliverance from man-polluted skies.
And let us all do everything we can
Yes, bring about a better Earth Day plan.

Author Notes
Two views, one more optimistic than the other. Thanks to Gloria for endless patience and help.

This poem is part of a larger project, in which 15 poets are working together to create a Wreath of Sonnets on climate change.
A Wreath of Sonnets is a crown of 14 sonnets, whereas the first lines of each sonnet add up to a 15th sonnet called Master Sonnet or Magistrale, which is ideally acrostic. (That wasn't a requirement in our project.)

Some of us wrote a potential master sonnet - and we decided with an internal blank voting process whose Master Sonnet we would use as a template.

Congratulation to Kiwisteveh for being the author of the winner piece.
Gratitude goes to Leineco for counting our votes (without reading any of the poems.)

Hopefully, we can post our complete wreath in January.

Please check out the other potential Master Sonnets from the following poets:
*Dorothy Fennell
*Just2Write
*Kiwisteveh (the winner piece)
*Lightink
*Mfolwer
*MysticAngel7777 (whose been absent for a while, so she may not post her piece today)
*PantyGynt
*Rama Devi
*TFawcus
Also, we have an honorary master sonnet writer who also created a piece just for fun - without taking part in the contest:
*Michaelcahill

Chapter 9
Unrelinquished and Relished

By michaelcahill

Author Note:

LOVE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT

Unrelinquished and Relished

Shall I just say, "Hell no" and stand and fight?
It seems all those around me quake with grace.
I've no intention of a grateful flight
into the sky with peace upon my face.

For now, I've lust and love I must pursue;
you all can knit and piss into a cup.
I've still a yearning and it's overdue;
I hunger with a thirst for sweetest sup.

I gaze upon a sea of vacant stares,
and come upon a pair of eyes ablaze.
I pull her from a pile of sad spent flares,
and sparks reflect in every vacant gaze.

The young have heat, but quick it fizzles out;
but ancient fires burn longest, there's no doubt!

Author Notes

Okay, a real sonnet then.
As requested. :))

Chapter 10
Time's Pretense

By michaelcahill

Time's Pretense
by michael cahill

You clasp with claws untender 'round my throat,
excited by my trembling tear soaked lips.
Each whispered plea for mercy softly floats,
you hear me not while focused on your grip.

I carry on, what else am I to do?
I realize your presence, yes it's clear.
There's no ignoring my great debt to you.
Must payment due consign my life to fear?

But, I've the portion that I have, you see,
you cannot take a moment more it's true.
In truth, you have no power over me.
My journey travels boldly over you.

I hear you brag and boast, your voice is shrill
Yet, I am moving! You are standing still.

Author Notes Time: An invention designed to catalog the fabulous moments of my existence.

Chapter 11
An Owl's Perspective

By michaelcahill

An Owl's Perspective
by michael cahill

A wizened night owl stares as I sneak by.
It seems my secrets known to him alone.
Yet, eyes burn holes into my soul like lye
I know for carnal sins I will atone

From first I saw her lust ran to the bone,
a fevered madness, sense swept from my mind.
I dreamed about a lifetime's skills to hone,
in rabid, fevered heat such thrills to find.

Last night it seemed the stars were all aligned,
disheveled though her chamber did become,
but then her husband found us thus entwined.
I dove through bedroom window; he yelled, "SCUM!"

Our former passion turned to new found pain,
I hide accursed--her mem'ry is my gain.

Chapter 12
The Last Standing

By michaelcahill

The Last Standing

I lay my sword upon the battlefield--
my blood and theirs congealed upon the ground.
With pride we gave our vow to never yield,
and now we reap the peace that we have found.

The grandest cause escapes my mind just now,
whatever fought for silenced by these moans.
'Twas "just to win" my thoughts then would allow,
without the truth that consequence atones.

I'm Hero, sung to grandsons by the fire--
though nothing but blind fortune saved my day.
The've not my mem'ry of a funeral pyre;
as friend and foe burned brightly whilst I prayed.

Now, those who live bray tributes through the night.
While ghostly whispers hiss, "Who fought the fight?"

Chapter 13
Jester at the Renaissance Faire

By michaelcahill

Author Note:

IT'S NOT GOOD TO NOT BE THE KING!

Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of sexual content.

Jester at the Renaissance Faire
by michael cahill

I tip this mug o' brew to Willy Shakes,
and eye the bosoms pouring from these frocks.
I prithy pray these wenches grant me breaks,
for ‘round me swagger lords with princely cocks--

who've raised a ribald yearning for a romp,
with maiden fare politely cleaved, of course,
in truly classic style and English pomp …
approached but soft and mounted like a horse.

But even here the King it seems has juice.
I’m brushed aside as though a servile serf.
His staff, it seems, her syrup soon to sluice;
while I am left to tend to my own turf.

When home again, I shall regain my throne,
but at this faire this jester shant’ get blown!

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Author Notes

Well ... Kind of Shakespearean. These faires are a lot of fun and a good excuse to get drunk and buy revealing outfits for your ladies. Shakespeare wouldn't be writing Shakespearean sonnets today, why should we?

I guess this belongs behind the veil. LOL! Join me?

Chapter 14
To Fill 'Til Full

By michaelcahill

To Fill 'Til Full

by michael cahill

I

A void with naught but God to fill 'til full
Blank canvas dark, His thought infusing light
Now gravity exerts its endless pull
as objects large and small, shine in the night
Majestic mountains built by His accord
Swift rivers rush through valleys seeking seas
"Eternal daystar, shine", so says the Lord
The Moon glows dim, it's night time, He decrees

First green adorns the earth in simple shades
in valleys seen, then slowly journeys sought
while gentle breezes tickle tender blades
soon up the mountainside, the battle's fought.
God's thought fills oceans teeming, life flows free
with mussels, lobsters, fishes, whales, all kinds;
and plants with flowers grow in grandest spree
in harmony entwined, all order binds.

His spirit roams the waters, peace it finds.
As waves drift ever onward time unwinds.

II

As waves drift ever onward time unwinds.
Now crawling from the briny deep with air
to breathe, new creatures walking, countless kinds.
These creatures, great and small, have joined Him there,
as paradise fills full with teeming life,
all coexisting close with common goal.
See every creature living without strife,
their world together celebrated whole.

But something's adding chaos to the mix,
a species grand in ingenuity.
How soon dreams seek a steady hand to fix
the works of man for all the world to see.
Is that a monument to God you've honed,
or arrogance and pride displayed with sneers?
You feign, "it's worship", (yet your faith's disowned)
sin's made you blind, wild-living, without fears.

A reckoning is soon to drown you all,
though skies are blue, soon rain is sure to fall.

III

Though skies are blue, soon rain is sure to fall.
It's payment due for man, his life's the fee.
Still, Spirit's cast aside, flesh does enthrall.
All've sinned- so slain, but Noah's family
A bow of color, metaphoric prism,
With vision clear, the color is revealed.
Faith in God will ford the deepest schism,
the truth of grace no longer is concealed.

But seeds remain within to grow anew,
God's creation flourishes, with man shared,
yet weeds root deep and soon come creeping through.
the rose looks up, below its roots ensnared.
While man observes and learns how nature works,
adorning self with garish dress and face,
beneath the smiling beauty, evil lurks.
Man's deviltry turns eyes away from Grace.

A Tower of Babel rises, mankind falls.
Redemption's trapped within heart's chamber walls.

IV

Redemption's trapped within heart's chamber walls.
Yet, mankind slithers slimy seeking bliss,
while God looks down and whispers softly, calls-
his children's screams of sin keep them amiss.
Gomorrah, Sodom too, are soon to fall,
with only one of worth to find within.
Lot's family has peace to hear God's call,
all others hear their own shrill cries of sin.

The Lord sees death as sin's fair solution,
no other sign or warning taken heed.
Evil reigns, man's sacred institution
and sin become man's worshipped holy creed.
The law's the law, it's just- man's had warning.
The penalty is clear, yet, still ignored.
Earth is now a graveyard draped in mourning.
Man's turned his back on every plea implored.

Sorrow smothers hope, God stands apart.
What way is there to salvage mankind's heart?

V

What way is there to salvage mankind's heart?
When laws are broken, life must surely pay,
sin has you and won't leave you once you start.
"Will one by one they watch as sin I slay?
Must I send someone pure to take their place?
To suffer for your crimes and save each soul,
my Son must cruelly die for their disgrace.
They cannot understand the awful toll

the sacrifice for them, each one I bless.
For by His sacrifice, the debt is paid".
Now saved, without regard to worthiness,
eternal life, with blood, the payment made,
what miracle's convinced these doubting souls?
His words, revealed the future, when he spoke,
"I'll rise alive; three days from death knell tolls".
He's risen- all souls saved when he awoke.

Would you have sought your burning doom instead?
Rejoice, for Christ has risen from the dead!

VI

Rejoice, for Christ has risen from the dead,
His blood's been shed, your victory is won.
Proclaim your name, believer, Satan's fled!
Rest safe within the glory of the Son.
But, that's not sacrifice enough for you,
this Lamb's shed blood, not dear enough for man.
For you still do the sinful things you do;
don't turn from light, choose Jesus while you can.

The fire seems pretty, 'til your skin is burned.
Lost faith has doomed your soul eternally.
Your lifetime loving self- damnation's earned
an endless plunge into perdition's sea.
How dare you deign to flaunt superior,
tattooed in scripture, inked in glittered gold.
Donned higher heels cause swayed posterior,
sashay...your own redemption you've foretold.

Declare your invitation in God's name,
God's voice and your voice, both sound just the same.

VII

God's voice and your voice, both sound just the same.
You praise your own reflected holy face,
aspersions cast on those you think to blame.
You are heaven's child. No god takes your place!
You're without care, you've fooled yourself to hell,
and fantasies of heaven fill your dreams.
While prancing for the few who've bought your sell,
delusions are your preferences it seems.

What will you do when death on pale horse comes
to call with judgment final- (no next day),
and bottom tally finds you short of sums?
There's no time left to try to learn to pray.
The plan was simple from the very start,
embrace all love and turn your back to bad.
Give all that you can find within your heart.
But, you held on to every smile you had.

Your dead heart falls, no beats left to pull.
A void with naught but God to fill 'til full.

Author Notes Crown of heroic sonnets. Seven sonnets. The last line of each sonnet is the first line of the following sonnet. The first line of the first sonnet is the last line of the last sonnet. The sonnets are eighteen lines each, 16 lines abab plus a rhymed couplet. All iambic pentameter.

Please be kind. Hahaha. Notice how many lines ARE iambic pentameter, not how many aren't! Remember that 90% is an "A" in any classroom.

Yes, I do wish critique and help. (and praise, don't forget praise!!)

Chapter 15
The New Justice

By michaelcahill

Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence.
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of language.

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Author Notes

A nice large view is available in the classic format. Click HERE for the classic view.

I put the language and violence warnings on with reluctance. I suppose they are appropriate.

Chapter 16
Jus Primae Noctis

By michaelcahill

I

i breathe each breath as though it is my last,
no quarter set aside for what might be.
What’s done sleeps soundly anchored in my past.
Aboard this vessel I set out to sea,
all sails unfurled tight fastened to the mast.
Midst misty spray all ties that bind me flee;
though my heart aches--to love I still am cast.
I make this journey yearning to be free.

Her name remains within. I’ll never speak
aloud the sweetest sound these ears have heard.
For if I hear it whispered--I’ll grow weak;
this will that drives me forth will be demurred.
Due south, they say, are wonders grand to seek,
but treacherous the costs might be incurred.
Beware grey ghosts that prey upon the meek.
It’s they who’ve set the traps, and you interred.

Still, I am not deterred a bit because,
I must forget what's done and deal with loss.

II

i must forget what's done and deal with loss;
now, waves well up as if they hear me wail.
Rogue demons scowl … threats drooling from fat jaws,
yet clearly my name rises through the gale,
they mock me as they cut me with their claws.
I’m clearly wounded, bleeding as I flail;
the deck is unforgiving, there’s no pause--
the truth invades my soul and grief impales.

My Lord, it is the ghost of he I’ve killed--
that bastard with his title and his scroll.
He rode from castle high I helped to build
proclaiming that my bride would be his toll,
as written set to law in golden guild.
He smirked my way as though he thought it droll.
I swiftly slashed his throat, my rage fulfilled.
Her honor saved, my fate for life now told.

How could I let him foul my precious love?
Yet, now, I’m left to curse the skies above.

III

yet, now I’m left to curse the skies above;
confronting disembodied drooling ghouls.
Was not the loss of all held dear enough;
must I be forced to suffer endless fools--
when it is I who’ve suffered torment's glove?
My tears make oceans small like looking pools.
When will my torment cease? Despair's cold blood!
Though slain, it seems this cursed prince still rules.

Still farther South, my angst propels my quest;
there must be destinations yet to find.
I harken, mercy, hear my sad behest,
for pardon from a world bent so unkind.
Now, beasts on wing confront me-a new test.
Has guilt now conjured these from my sick mind,
or does my Lord now toy with me in jest?
My prelude to the dues from hell that bind …

But how could righteous vengeance not hold sway?
No doubt rests in my soul that I must pay.

IV

no doubt rests in my soul that I must pay.
My heart forever cursed for anger flashed.
Yet, still, I'd draw my blade-- and gladly slay.
My bride, sweet innocence; he ... Satan's masque,
sick-swine, awash with stink from foul decay.
Indeed, to snuff his life--a relished task
Forgive me, Lord, it was my wedding day.
But never could I see her in his grasp.

Now, here I sail marooned upon this sea;
no shore to bid me welcome, come to dine.
They said my payment’s death, and so I flee.
His fate was earned, yet I performed the crime.
And what of him who claims such pedigree,
that with a piece of paper deemed sublime,
the flower of the bride who’s pledged to me;
a moment stolen--hated for all time?

Oh yes, I’d rather die than have it so;
to save her from that swine--I had to go.

V

to save her from that swine--I had to go.
To stay meant certain death … I’d slain a prince.
The son and heir to sit upon a throne;
his a-ged father-king had been there since
his father once before him there had shone.
A vial of poison helped his sire convince
a hastened move to power it was known.
I should be praised for help in stemming sins.

Well, that was then, and this is now, I cry
just for a moment more … I see a light!
Horizons bright, and swiftly my ship glides.
Could answers come that save me from my plight?
The bow is bouncing, spirit too, hope sighs.
I hear a voice as darkness falls--it’s night;
but still it calls, I follow, is it wise?
I dream a foolish dream with all my might!

I know the voice I hear is my sweet dear,
though everyone says, “NO!” it draws me near.

VI

though everyone says, “NO!” it draws me near.
Could sense have left my mind? Perhaps, it’s so.
My heart now bids me dance, and stand and cheer.
My shipmates don a somber face of woe.
“The reef will splinter every plank we fear,
it’s to the bottom all of us will go.
Turn back, we beg you, to our doom you steer.
This vision’s false, believe us, you can’t know;

it’s grief and loss that calls you, yearnings grab--
and it will be your doom; you must turn back.”
I stop to see their eyes that look so drab;
and hear their words and feel no truth they lack
I know, without a doubt, they mean no slap.
Perhaps, I must adopt a different tact.
“I’ll go alone; I'll leave this ship, be glad!
I know my path, and I shall take my track."

I plunge into the sea, and seek my fate.
My love awaits me at horizon’s gate.

VII

my love awaits me at horizon’s gate.
My stroke is strong; I mustn’t weaken now.
I feel her warmth; I do not dare be late.
I lean upon the love her faith endows,
and on my soul I shall not hesitate.
“Swim, my love,” she calls, I crease my brow.
My thoughts begin to sing—I cannot wait!
An island looms I shall not disavow.

I’ve proved them wrong; ahead our island gleams.
I push ahead with every ounce of fight,
for truth has won, and purist love redeems.
It won’t be long now till I hold her tight.
The heaven's fill with candle's smiling beams;
and music fills the sky and charms the night!
At last we’ll bond and seal our wedding dreams.
Eternity begins … the world’s set right.

Your arms will cradle me--I’ll find sleep fast;
and breathe each breath as though it is my last.

Author Notes Jus Primae Noctis: The right of first night. A law giving the King or nobleman the right to the new bride of a peasant on their wedding night.

Chapter 17
Ode To A Ghastly Funk

By michaelcahill

Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of sexual content.

Ode To a Ghastly Funk
by Shamus O'Cahill

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Sweet cream curdles without warning
take care that it is fresh when drunk
what tickled taste buds this morning
by night has turned a ghastly funk

Her frock is billowed in breezes
but downwind tells a tale of skunk
all day long, you dreamed this pleases
by night has turned a ghastly funk

slowly booze wears off revealing
a snorting nose like el'phant's trunk
juices all day long congealing
by night have turned a ghastly funk

sweet cream curdles without warning
by night, has turned a ghastly funk

Author Notes

Well, it looks like that weepy little nephew of mine is off doin' some goody two shoes somethin' or other.
I thought I'd treat ya to a real Irish ode by a real Irishman. Little Mikey's been in America too long and gone soft mixin' fruit juice with his whiskey!
Meter? I didn't ask ya ta dance did I?

Chapter 18
A Lucky Pup

By michaelcahill

i find it hard to feel all’s copacetic;
my confidence is shattered, here is why:
I’ve met a gal--superior genetic;
I feel just like an ordinary guy.

I’m used to being worshiped and adored,
not groveling like Fido for some scraps.
I pose and smile, then prance … MY GOD, SHE’S BORED!
There’s fear she’s listing all my handicaps.

But still, she smiles, it seems I must amuse.
(Perhaps like some endearing mongrel mutt.)
I’ll take it if it’s me she deigns peruse,
with wagging tail I’ll drool and lick her butt!

I’d rather be her loyal, nuzzling slave,
than suffer one more mewling fawning knave.

Author Notes English sonnet in iambic pentameter, rhyme scheme abab cdcd efee gg.

Chapter 19
A Tryst, Tisk Tisk

By michaelcahill

Such nightmares creep from dungeons in my dreams.
My days now pass in darkness shunning sleep.
Fair lady lied; she trapped me with her schemes.
My heart cries mesmerized--despair flows deep.

This castle, once my prize that war did reap,
when glory justified my kingly crown.

My enemies, all gone, no longer creep
to task me while I sleep on quilted down.

But, now this King's become the kingdom's clown,
to roam the streets and bray a minstrels tune.
My lady dances in her bridal gown.
A Queen, she weds--whilst I play the buffoon.

No justice will befall cold Jezebel.
It isn't sin, it's lust that heats up hell!

Author Notes Always looking to improve. Suggestions welcome.

Chapter 20
The Best I Could Do

By michaelcahill

with my two hands, I planted apple seeds
in barren ground, all said would bear no fruit.
Undaunted I attended to their needs,
and marveled as the little gems took root.

Through winter's harshness I brought warmth to bear;
providing shelter from the wind and frost.
Each branch set bravely out though unaware
of what was there to find, or what the cost.

But nations do not think in terms of me
or you, they think of them. So off to war,
abandoned to their fate my apple trees.
With hope I left, I wished I'd given more.

When I returned, my trees were still alive
Perhaps together, once again, we'd thrive..

Chapter 21
Dreams to Not Remember

By michaelcahill

You've wrought dreams I hope I won't remember;
though true it is ... I've seen through blinded eyes.
You're simple greeting, I believed was splendor;
foreshadowing a lie, I'd eulogize.

I cannot say why simple friendship threw me.
I'm guessing love first sited loudly spoke.
The ground seemed solid to this honeybee,
but, you, my daisy, failed to see the joke.

I realize you hadn't one vague clue.
For all those months I'd felt insep'rable,
a cyclone that the world could not subdue--
but truth told you this man's insensible.

This damn-fool man saw light so bright it hurt.
(I'd altered all your words to suite my needs)
My luck-- you did not sound.a red alert,
and bid the nut house pull me from the weeds!

"Twas just hello, not near a thing of splendor--
I'm left with dreams I hope I don't remember.

Author Notes
Heroic Sonnet

This is an iambic pentameter based poem that adds a heroic couplet to either two Sicilian octave stanzas or four Sicilian quatrain stanzas. In other words, it's eighteen lines of iambic pentameter broken into three or five parts with the last part being a couplet. It gives the opportunity for two or more pivots, either at the octave breaks, or at at the end of each quatrain. You can really get your pivot to a spin with this form. The rhyme scheme has usually been abababab cdcdcdcd ee or abab cdcd efef ghgh ii, but there's no reason an Italian octave/quatrain envelope rhyme or other variations couldn't be used.

Chapter 22
Missing My Stop

By michaelcahill

Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of sexual content.

i catch the bus in uneventful stride.
I watch the people, little else to do;
fair ladies board and liven up my ride.
Discretion tames me; there's not much ado.

One buxom babe sits ‘cross the aisle and lo,
my view is perfect; no, I cannot lie--
then something grows just like Pinocchio!
I cannot stand; I watch my stop pass by.

I'm staring too intent, and now I'm caught--
I look up and she whispers, “like my thong?”
With red face, smiling, I stream: read my thought …
she exits, turns and winks, I trip along.

I’d carry on this tale … lust's romp divine,
but ‘tis a sonnet, DRAT, the fourteenth line.

Author Notes

Chapter 23
I Love A Gal With Brains

By michaelcahill

I Love a Gal With Brains
by michael cahill

You judge the blood and drool upon my cape,
and find me unromantic as I squeal.
I lick the gore from fingertips; you gape.
You're sickened by my pleasure and my zeal.

What's ill to you is natural to me.
You bring your sweet a lov'ly bright bouquet.
I slurp her eyeballs--gastronomic glee!
(There's passion in my grim grotesque ballet.)

Twas earlier I saw this maiden sweet,
and vowed to woo her just like any man.
I'd treat her as more than a meal to eat.
At least that's how my master plan began.

Her lips were soft, but I could smell her brain.
My hunger made me act most inhumane

Chapter 24
Like I Can Fly

By michaelcahill

... and did you think I'd break and fall apart;
though sticking 'round-- you feel you have to do?
What makes you think your master of my heart?
it's over-- you must be who I once knew.

Why do you stay as though your obligated?
False memories will never warm my dreams.
It is not me. it's what you instigated;
guilty giving's bring nightmarish screams.

Just leave and give me credit and some pride;
you're not that special, I'm still standing tall.
I'd never grace you with my suicide,
or be the ghost who whispers, "You were all".

The view is lovely Cliffside-- the sun sets.
My love grows wings to soar with-- no regrets.

Chapter 25
A Scandalous Affair

By michaelcahill

though thirty years had come and gone by then,
within my mind 'twas not a day passed by,
without me tasting her sweet lips again,
in daydream's clouds, adrift in Heaven's sky.

Then there before me strode she grand as gold.
It could be what could never be would be.
I approached her quick insanely bold,
her kiss revealed--she did remember me.

But though we did indulge our hearts' desire,
the practicality of our lives called.
We both had families to quell our fire,
with honor, our wild fantasy was stalled.

Now, still each day I sing our secret song.
It does suffice; let others judge it wrong.

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