Sonnet CDLI
General Blue Azure bloom
Ghost Candle burning in the wind still a wonder
Sword of her mouth a harlot blunder
Fibers of Tobacco Smoking Room
Verge of the cliff sliding down the flume
Near window brief gestures during the thunder
They are grave yard dead Six feet under
In Lady’s Chapel at Olive Breeze Tomb
Slice of luck being here seeing that bird
Open chalk scaled back door to see the clerk
Gruff Squire on Camel back took Third
Have some spark in your manifested work
Eating Sea-Green Pothole bowl of Curd
Eyes of the sympathetic personage smirk
Sonnet CCCLXXXXVI
Short sighted eyes admonition able
Spiritual in its ivory like purity abolish
Pronounced beautiful veined alabaster polish
A deliberate lie whit as the cable
Lady of the land her self-setting the table
Innate refinement unmistakably evidenced demolished
Her softly feathered face polished
Gentle wrong a high degree of fable
A charmed woman such eyes abortive
Lovers quarrel between two doves
Dignity told her to stay sportier
A neat blouse of electric blue and black gloves
Silent sad down cast eyes supportive
Haunting expressions girlish shyness love
Sonnet CDXXXXVIII
Wise precaution unobtrusively chopping Firewood
Brutes of the field ship of the streets map
The art of man barring the Bee’s Lap
She and you argute passionately stood
Whale with a Harpoon Hair Pin Hood
Looked sideways towards friendly fashion trap
Had her large dark lidded Eye’s zap
Irish industries exquisite variations of wood
Fashionable beautiful parenthesize burst
Distilling grapes into puttee mirth
Which she did phenomenally first
Clear seas brings voices of Sirens dearth
Tenor voice good graces by all means thirst
Without a second care birth
Sonnet CDXXXXV
On the day but one preceding yawn
Reminded herself twice not to forget Beer
Hand in corresponding pocket cheer
Inadvertently premeditatedly resting brawn
Lower union rails and stiles of the lawn
The impact of the fall so shear
Avoirdupois measure periodical self-regulated veneer
Weight of Eleven Stones Octagon
Crouching in preparation bellow
Pharmaceutical chemist feast of the Kelp
Sunset over Ashland Bay’s foggy Yellow
Note found in the car only said help
Compressed his hat on his head and fell over
Knock or not to knock enter or not to enter reply
Walk With Jack
Set off to walk with Jack
Terrible rat mires her skin turning blue
Life on the farm dirty Dublin dinner
My Editor can kiss my tootle-do
Elderly and pious vestal spinner
Night reeking hungry for dough and brew
Copper Tin Letter Box boy’s winter
Terry Brinkman has been painting for over forty five years. He started creating poems. He has five Amazon E- Books, also poems in Rue Scribe, Tiny Seed. Winamop, Snapdragon Journal, Poets Choice, Adelaide Magazine, Variant, the Writing Disorder, Ink Pantry, In Parentheses, Ariel Chat, New Ulster, Glove, and in Pamp-le-mousse, North Dakota Quarterly, Barzakh, Urban Arts, Wingless Dreamer, LKMNDS and Milk Carton Press.