Poems Aren't Made of These Types of Things Daffodil

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

I'm the Dream Act Sonneteer: your Future Flights bring hope to the Seasons

Here I am, the Dream Act Sonnetera.

I take 10 Beats and Lay them Down.  Is

it Petrarchan? Sydney and Neruda

would agree with Me; counting's for This.

Life itself is infinite, so is Love,

Freedom, Youth, Life, and Liberty. So, so

we find ourselves here today, high above

is the Open Sky           we are Horizons

of all that we                  Imagine. The Birdhouse 
is a Jail filled with our Dream Freedom Doves--

Open! Fly Free! You're not the Enemy!
Of wrongs you make rights! With rhyme and Reason
it's your Quest that brings hope to the Seasons

Baudelairian Sex Worker (Chill, its just Poetry)

Seres in Retrospect on Orders of Venus for Pluto’s Rape of Her Daughter~~Don’t Know why I’d do it in a Sonnet WTF.

Be Careful with Four Word’sful letters by

Someones who sign by the Claims, All the Best.

Take PreCaution, if its Marked with SwordSSrowS

Of the Industry that’s gone KooKoo

KaRooh.  It’s So Fancy, Sure, and Able

With Clutches of Wine, Sex, and Bleu Cheeses.

So I’m Baudelaire’s Whore Mistress I am

I wouldn’t be Yours and I’d rather Do

my part for those who don't need Three Degrees

to Handle the Business of Protecting

Good from Uncivil, Lecherous, Greedy,

Joy Killers whose Asses Drip with La Merde

Yes, it is.  It’s All over, You. I’m Clean.

I am a Baudelairian Whore Try what You

Can. Chasten me?  I'm No Longer Human.

Metrical Solutions to Stop EcoCollapse to My Hometown

I.


It's Metrical Revolution taking 
Place. Is it the Aquarian Age? I 
have Certain Features--my Horoscope Sign 
has to carry Water--then it's Mine. HooH!:


I know my Hometown Suffers me Gently.
They've known me all My Life. I was a Nerd.
Like I really truly hated the Pride 
there was for Teasing, Hating, and Rumors.


I'm a Big Cry Baby, that's Established.
So People, Gente, My Peeps, all da Folks,
I've Stopped all my Whining because I'm back
to tell you, We are Screwed and we're Dying.


If you don't think I should Speak anyMore,
I'm still Disinclined to See you Perish*




II.




I am not a Danger; I am Antennae.
Certain Things Pre-disposed me to be This
Way. I have HighVerbal IQ.  What's New?
I can not only Score but Design 
Tests used to judge us by number. Decide.
if you think it's not True. Or ask my Friends
from back home.  Yes, they can say who I am. 
Becuz it's often they say LOL 
on my Page.  And that's where my History 
lays.  I guess they'd say I am an Airhead
but they do that to Protect Edith.
So that's where I got my first Idea, 
to Learn from my Hometown and hope It
Believes I have proven Myself at last.




III.


One day my son wrote a Sad Song in School
it's called an Essay, Whatteva.
What he wrote I couldn't Forget Ever,
The environment will Collapse from Us!
"See," he said, "people Believe they're Better
than other Races, so if a Person
from another place, Say the Phillipines,
or Zimbabwe, has the Problem's Answers,
We're stUpid and we won't Listen."


I recalled I had heard Dr. King's Speech;
he had to explain to his Little Girl
she can't go to the Fun Park. No Negroes.


I'm asking you for my Two sons and Their
Generation, will we just Give it UP?

How John McCain Cried for Mercy though He was Not Merciful

I’m John McCain after I’m dead. Ha ha!
I’m not around to suffer my shame. Dreams
of Youth? Psshaw! Gays can’t be open, or Armed!
As for Immigrants, I’ll meet you in hell.


The Angel of Mercy interrupted
his speech, “Hola, proud Juanito, recall
the words you spoke at your Fillibuster?
the Tea Party has good reason. So suck


on this Americans (Sarah Palin
in 2012!) I won’t allow Dreamers
or Hopefuls to find a Situation
that’s Less Painful. There's no justice for all!"


Then he sent him to the Desert all Alone:
"Here's your chance to cross it... Got Coyote?”