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Poems
by Terry Brinkman

 

 

 

Struck Him Ilk

 

Struck him Ilk at midnight drinking Gin

Two minutes until a new COVID Cajole

Lives our in peril tonight lost all control

Woman of her creation sat on her skin

Two women in the corner playing Violin

Avoirdupois night patrol

Parched trees dyeing in Berlin

Equid-difference of uneven plot

 

 

 

a line, (a short one)

 

 

Sonnet CDIX

 

After his yawn tear-washed eyes missed aim

Like dry twisted paper into the water ailment

English watering places Silk Petty-coats curtailment

Her voice floating out by moonlight became

Gnawing a crusted knuckle dropping blame

Their mistrust slightly rambunctious impalement

The horse walked behind the eyeless implement

Smoke is the dark poor fellow’s game

In the air excursion bear feast alarm

Walked in a bee-line eyes looking down the alley

Pity of course public house reclamation arm

Smile of light brightness with Valley

Rhymes and reason sufficient for the Farm

A distant joy to the lost cause rally

 

 

 

a line, (a short one)

 

 

Sonnet CDVIII

 

Sinister smile cash under the belly’s aim

The glint of her eye ruby mademoiselle ailment

Bring your Lion to heel red hot curtailment

Old joke the park mercury flower became

Forgotten for the moment who’s to blame?

Old burgundy shake of a lambs tail impalement

Lifting right forearm tone of reproach implement

A card falls from her vest when playing the game

Crimson haler around her neck alarm

She’s drunk sobbing behind the alley

Murmurs vaguely inebriated Arm

Stain on her character at the Royal Dublin Farm

Salt of the earth pluckiest lady’s rally

 

 

 

a line, (a short one)

 

 

Sonnet CDVI

 

Theirs’s a medium in the magnifier

Did something happen she did not adopt

Full blown Water-Lily dinking copped

Purely domestic bogus statement required

Having sight of surroundings to change her Tire

Foot path loop railway has flipped flopped

Azul house holds the blind lady who mopped

Bereans and green lawns renewed what was to transpire

Mumbles incoherently loosened his boots affection

Without looking up from his book he answered Page

Indecent flaks uproar and cat calls bisection

Pharaoh Prima facet levity Bear Garden Cage

Especial with atavism lobber’s weak unction

Hotly to the popular love-hand fight rampage

 

 

 

a line, (a short one)

 

 

Sleepy Whale 280

 

Old crock Houseboat camping on water

Lock to Lock

Tuff from the midland bogs

Lost cap, stone cutters yard

Passed on the curb-stone old tramp

Dumping dirt and stones, from boots

Ninety nine guilty, only circumstantial

Unwedded garden, gloomy house

Wrongfully condemned, outrage

Curbstone requiem’s mass funeral

They still love reading about her

 

 

a black line

 

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