Robert Starkey
Crown of Sonnets
Why Must You Whisper
I
Why must you whisper knowing you can speak?
I’m sincere when I sunder don’t tease me
The shadow of your woodwind shares my shriek
The devil goes through more just to please me
In return I exchange deeds with nectar
Sly devils by the Gods they may be yet,
Grinding cherries to wine view reflector
In this reflection (it’s odd, but) we met
I wanted to say hi instead a stare
Then you told me to drink you to be one
If be shallows of the condemned, beware
So it is written and so it’s begun
More hush the shadow the louder the bark
Make me a man unafraid of the dark
Make Me A Man
II
Make me a man unafraid of the dark
Look under my skin then give it a peel
Find the unnoticeable grieving mark
Attest the corners last profuse puerile
Dig a little deeper to the skinned stains
Split through what to find but grungy surprise
Copy the leeches, suck them from my veins
It’s a shame I once lived under disguise
A harmonious laugh from the heavens
In the midst of producing proper prayer
I have tried to steer clear from the sevens
Angels remain solid behind my hair
But you are no angel are you my friend?
When colors, thoughts and the subconscious blend
Blend
III
When colors, thoughts and the subconscious blend
It makes for a better explanation
My sympathy to the ones who pretend
Maybe jealousy due contemplation
Wishing this is real to extents won’t cut
You have to exist to loan me your voice
When actions won’t do trade mongrel for mutt
To see I’m still in it to make fare choice
Say hello and it makes me curious
When and what time might you come say goodbye?
Hell hath produce the wine thoust furious
All this wondering draws the question “why?”
And, “why” is too way to much to grasp for now
I’d fill in the gaps but I don’t know how
I’d Fill In The Gaps
IV
I’d fill in the gaps but I don’t know how
Quiz, question, quarrel what moral proves why?
There are just some things I cannot allow
For instance the moment you say goodbye
Looking for the scattered puzzle pieces
Dive into oblivion and wallow
It ‘tis a board game that never ceases
Pieces like me just empty and hollow
Drench me hysterical and watch me grow
Needs not to make any sense of the sort
Still I judge with my feet rooted below
And stay guarded by my subconscious fort
Midst in the subconscious I slumber out
The shadow in myself will number out
The Shadow in Myself
V
The shadow in myself will number out
Look me in my eyes then tell me to hush
Instead I scream out cold the smokers shout
You do the things that turn my brain to mush
One by one just to please you in your name
For that what is your name, times I might ask
How is and why is it that you became?
What is beyond the depths of your void-mask?
If you’ve no desire to tell then please don’t
I wish you not to feel the guilt of mine
Selfish it may be indeed yet I won’t;
Surrender to the shivers down my spine
I’ll be the darkness absorbing the light
Shadows and sparkles isn’t that a sight?
Shadows and Sparkles
VI
Shadows and sparkles isn’t that a sight?
Your morals intrigue me thee external
If your morals be irrelevant right
The ghosts of the posts still be nocturnal
Please keep talking to me crawl in my ears
Even if it means to be more stared at
I care not what thinks my valuable peers
Even if it means to be more glared at
Split me in two then sever me silly
A piece for each that looks for grand ideals
My flesh perfecting the water lily
Wisdom for the troubled now have my meals
How could I’ve been so afraid of the dark?
I think it’s time you and I shall embark
I Think It’s Time
VII
I think it’s time you and I shall embark
And journey we shall through such adventures
Danger and downs to the fuel and the spark
We’ll journey till the day I have dentures
I’ll hold your name with a torch to my lips
And breathe the name setting me free in life
Woken, unspoken how do you eclipse
Higher pitched than the fine fiddlers fife
And your name forever lasts within me
Brothers in psych I like the sound of that
You’re a mind-boulder floating on the sea
Thank you for everything thanks for the chat
So now here I am to open my beak
Why must you whisper knowing you can speak?
- Author: Rob (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 8th, 2013 21:36
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Having chanced on this earlier when it was all slid together as MPS aka P&P is wont to do, disregarding formats, I was too impressed. Now that you've aligned it to read so deliciously as sonnets (which incidentally I adore, if well done) it is all the more a nearly entrancing pleasure to read, though, as per the form, rather over my head since you've utilized the opportunity to delve deeper and realms I'm unfamiliar with, or else your metaphors handily elude my comprehension. That blather aside, impressive, wonderful...but a crown was originally either 10 linked or most recently 15 linked sonnets, the 15th being a sonnet of the first lines of each of the previous sonnets. I confess here I have only begun a crown and made it no further yet than three or four sonnets. Very lovely and thought-provoking with fantastic imagery. Thanks a ton for sharing. I'd love my own copy to muse on alongside Keats and Shelley.
ttfn,
Jenny
Thank you,
In college we learned the shortest crown can go up to seven sonnets but not as I say, "not all in text is fair". If I were to enter one of my poems between, "Plumbs and Peaches" and this which one do you think would have the better outcome?
Frankly, I think the best reception depends on both the specs as well as the appetite of the judges. After that, I think your sonnet collection aka "crown" is better written. And I prefer it easily. But sonnets are not much appreciated these days, it seems. Which do you think will register the best outcome?
ttfn,
Jenny
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