Now here’s my bloody sonnet for today

Now heres my bloody sonnet for today sonnet poems

Now here’s my bloody sonnet for today,
A trifle for my daily exercise;
It’s best I try to keep it light and gay,
Tho’ truly I am full of heavy sighs.
My muse has been holding himself aloof,
Yet condescends to text my mobile phone;
He says he thinks poetry’s for poufs!
When will he give this dog a friggin’ bone?
These rude, unpolished rhymes are from the heart:
If I should catch that mischief-making God,
I’ll wring his scrawny neck and break his dart,
And fling his poxy carcass ‘neath the sod.
So what if poetry is somewhat queer,
We all know Shakespeare was a sonneteer

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Malcolm Massiah

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I am a writer. I am shy. I started writing poetry in my youth. I first performed in 1987 at the Avon Poetry Festival along side Bertel Martin of the Bristol Black Writers Workshop, supporting Benjamin Zephaniah.I gave my last poetry performance in 1992 at the Arnolfini gallery Bristol, supporting Labi Siffre during Poetry month.In 1998 for a year, I became the Resident Poet at Bristol Evening Post.I haven't written much since then but in 2014 I began exercising my rusty hand writing sonnets. I hope to continue writing in the coming year.
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Sharp and crispy @malcolmmassiah, the humor and and overall ambience. And while you are on Shakespeare, visit his Sonnet 130. Poetry should entertain and tickle our funnybones, and not hang us on some limbo of nowhere. Write on.

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