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if you go out tonight and dig a holeand dance around it howling like a wolfperhaps you'll meet an old mysterious moleunless your parents tell you that's enoughif you grab his sniffling silver noseand swing the mole around above your headhe'll tell you all the magic words he knowsunless your parents make you go to beda voice like twenty bugling baboonsis what you need to make the magic workjust

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across the table yet so near to youI meet your gaze and stoutly brave distractionfor if the love that deep inside me brewsboils over from the warmth of my affectionthe rising tide of effervescent frothmight crack the pot and thus unfettered drenchus both I beg you darling hold your breatha tiny gasp could start an avalancheof flashing hues and petals' soft caressa joyful riot of fertilitya

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the tiny spiny lobster clacked in surprise to learn the giant clam could flypropelled aloft by frothy poppling burpsand gazing down with gently swaying eyesshe blew her salty friends a kiss goodbyethe long-nosed gar was not to be outdonewith fluting toots he rose into the skythe flounder couldn't wait to join the funand left the tiny spiny lobster wondering why his fizzy friends flew off and

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within my brain a parliament convenesof divas sailors toddlers politiciansporcupines and alice's red queendebating with more gusto than decisionamid such chaos how can I maintaincoherent thought for half a moment's timelet alone imagine I might strainsome subtle truth into a verse sublimewhat power could force the rabble to forgettheir brawl that sweet erato can hold swayripest promises and

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(As promised previously, here is my first ever sonnet, written in 2000 for the going-away party of a friend who was leaving to spend a year at the South Pole.)to give advice is often to offendI would not try polonius' fatelest sword in hand you long to perforateyet still I must give voice to warn my friendwhen you step out to view the austral flaresforbear to venture farther than your porchand

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an office left so glaringly unfilledmight tempt someone to think you were remissbut as a gracious gesture of goodwillI can forgive your overlooking thisunselfishly I urge that you digestthis letter and appended resumeyou then will see that your best interestsare served by hiring me without delaymy references are glowing as though hotfor I would not write any other sortthe compensation I require

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you dwell so long on things that I am notI doubt if you have truly seen my faceor if you did you long ago forgotwhile inking rhyming figures in my placeI think the sun is rather like my eyeswith jaundice yellow and with fever brightsuch are the orbs that you would idolizecrab-fashion with a captious backhand slightO pot that blacks the kettle how your breathis falsely sweetened by your honeyed

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o join with me on windy instrumentsall trumpeting with grave sonorityto praise of legumes let us now give ventthe sacred nourishment of euterpeand source of vast potential energyfor as this sweet ambrosia we consumewe build within ourselves capacityfor tootling like thunderous bassoonsthough with each tempest zephyr and simoommuch more than simple pressure is relievedwith every silent sigh and

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the snake was cursed to crawl and swallow dustwhen god found out its role as eve's deceiverbefore the fall the serpent's lifestyle musthave been more pleasant and its diet sweetersome think it floated on a purple cloudpropelled by little lilac scented tootsit wafted softly 'twixt the leafy boughsand sampled all the fresh and fragrant fruitsothers say the savage serpent grippedits tail between its

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if you refuse to wash your underpantsit stands to reason that one day you'll findthem host to sundry animals and plantsthat do not leave much room for your behinda proud and prickly hedge of holly bushesmight well take root and grow between your legstherein may nest a pair of varied thrusheswith you to help them incubate their eggsan ox may occupy your bvdsalong with badgers bears and mountain

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the hippos heard the song of the giraffewhich told them where to go and what to dothey split a watermelon right in halfto make a lovely pink and green canoethen paid a visit to the giant clamwho launched the bold adventure with a squirtthey sang their way across the seas of jamto reach the fabled island of dessertthe isle was guarded by a tribe of oatswho proved no match for hippo euphonyso

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we thought it such a pity that the fishmight never see our gaily colored sailor witness the brave seamanship by whichwe harnessed zephyr's breath and yoked the galeinspired by a silver sea that layreflecting boats as though it were a mirrorwe thought we'd give those fish a fine displayby sailing in an attitude peculiarwe knew that we were in above our headswhen we achieved inversion with such

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craters in a hydrate field attesta ladies' circumnavigation teamsurrounds both helium gas and ballonetswith blender chocolate mousse and lemon creama newly-mated polyergus queenundercover as a sommelierdiscovered that success is not routinetop each serving with one fish filletthe x-ray synchrotron on the orsaymachine makes creamy feather-light milk frothsea scallops on red onion marmaladeand

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my uncle's barber's cousin knew a boywho saw as plain as day with his good eyethe wily shadow government deployits secret weapon from a clear blue skyas unmarked cargo copters swiftly skimmedhe saw like snarling furies in the airinexorably wafting on the winda parachuting horde of grizzly bearswhich proves an international cabalof russians, belgians, and biologistsprepares itself to subjugate us

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a sonnet such as this is nothing newdespite a healthy effort to transcendand though it's dedicated dear to youit's coy about its meaning 'til the endthe pitter-pat of wee iambic feetwill carry us inexorably forwardoccasional dactyls are lying in waitto ambush you in case you've gotten boredthe pattern made so popular by william shakespeare some four centuries agolets quatrains ripple gently from

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the bovine curtain parts before our hooddisclosing two august tragedianspresenting the archetypal clash of goodand evil to a captive audiencethe patient cowboy's seen this show beforehe knows it wouldn't pay to intervenethe driver's care is to ensure his cardoes not get drawn into this stormy scenethe bulls are mighty mountainsides of meatwith tiny minds and histrionic pridetheir beefy hearts

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had I but listened to my second thoughtsI would have left so very long agobut now you keep me rooted to the spotwith blues that clap me to this killing floorI have been warned by foes and friends alikeyour appetites cannot be satisfiedyour two-bit jive has shown them to be rightand proved to me I never should have triedby day I hustle hard as e'er I canand forfeit you my pay though well I knowit

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when we have lived a dozen decades moreperhaps we'll feel it's time for us to gowe'll toast our friends then galop out the doorand off through hills and mountains rimmed with snowlike alpen sheep we'll leap from step to stoneuntil we reach a starlit summit wherewe'll doff our fleece and strip down to our bonesand holding hands leap out into the airas ivory satellites we'll round the globea

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for the vanilla in any rolled cookie doughsubstitute brandy cointreau or warm candlelightline a greased ramekin thin with the pastry gopreheat your oven to three-fifty fahrenheitwhisk a fresh egg yolk to pale yellow frothinesssigh as you blend in white sugar five tablespoonsadd a pinch salt and one fourth teaspoon orange zestsqueeze and infuse one half tablespoon lemon juiceblanch and skin one

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for Amythe sweet immaculate sacrarium of his seraphic sensibilitiesand his lubricious hypogastriumor font of amative proclivitiesalike convulsed with turbid bobberywhen first his auditory ossicleswere vellicated diuturnallyby muliebrous persiflage ellipticalshe found his usage lexiphanicalhis euphuism quickened by afflatusher proposition was teraticalan arabesque display of periphrasisthey

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such sweetness would my offering exudehad not my hives been looted by a bearI'd dazzle you with diamonds' flashy flareexcept the zephyr swept away the dewa breath of rare perfume might lift your moodmy violets were trampled by a harewith crystal notes I hoped to swell the airthe birds broke off their fugue to feed their broodthough hardly precious this unworthy songis more persistent than my

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Beneath a cotton cloth of purest whiteThe yeasty dough is set aside to riseThe goddess of the hearth approves the riteThe towel's swelling shape elicits sighsThe shrub that Flora tends upon the swardthat wafts a fertile springtime fragrance finein winter yields the eye its own rewardas wind-borne snow distills its graceful lineThe goddess of the night divides the domeof starry heaven with her

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Please leave a comment suggesting a subject for a sonnet. I will select one or more entries that intrigue me. Each winner will receive accolades, fame, and a dedicated sonnet.Contest closes Tuesday May 13 at 11:59:59 PDT.I look forward to hearing from you!- Matt

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the new-hatch'd turtle clambers from its nestand struggles down the beach in anxious hastea footprint in the sand's an awful testas vultures wait the outcome of the racethe sea rebuffs the turtle's fervid rushand turns him tumbling back onto the vergehe rights himself and charges through the washuntil at last he's taken by the surgeimagine thus our love when it beganthe amorino hatch'd for you

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at dawn we fit ourselves for the ascentwith trusty guide all eager to explorewe share out some essential kit and storesbut find our leader strangely reticentonce in her packs she suddenly gives ventto plaintive sighs extracted from her coreand so collapses flaccid to the floorthe picture of profound bedragglementshe lies dejected 'til a rustling soundcalls forth her native passion for the

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O let the truth of what I have to sayinfuse these words, and through these words the pagethat when my feeble voice has passed awaythe meaning lives on, deepening with agejust as the grape fermented into wineembodies all the scents that wash the hillsaround the vineyard, so this song of minein its last line the very truth distillsstep back, O reader, from this precipicedo not continue to the very

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