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Sonnet Sunday's: Life on the Battlefield
Bullet tears like knives through butter So much pain, his heart starts to flutter He never signed up for this strife Slowly, he loses his crimson life The country had lost its glamor Once the bombs started to hammer The medic tries to do his best But soon he’ll take his final rest Try as he may, the blood won’t stop Cleared away from the napalm drop Some morphine was given to him Pain is gone, and the light grows dim He only went to Vietnam To serve his much-loved Uncle Sam H

Kirk Forseth II
Jan 251 min read


Sonnet Sundays: Ecstasy
She sings to me from an outstretched arm Can’t help being seduced by her charm Don’t know why she converses with me I love her tone indefinitely She fills my heart with complete desire While it’s burning like napalm fire Like a diamond in a piece of coal The hypnotic sound engulfs my soul Something out of a wonderful dream Just like lying on clouds of whipped cream I’m basking in a sunlight cascade As festive as a Christmas parade Waiting for the treasure to begin The gentle

Kirk Forseth II
Jan 111 min read


Sonnet Sunday's: The Dance
The grand ballroom is completely filled to the brink Each and every one of the them I would surely drink Their white painted faces make...

Kirk Forseth II
Dec 28, 20251 min read


Sonnet Sunday's: As the Spirit Wept
Here I sit, pondering whether the spirit of Christmas has gone Absent is it from the commercial displays on our front lawn The time has...

Kirk Forseth II
Dec 25, 20251 min read


Sonnet Sunday's: From the Gallows
No one said I was wrongfully accused The justice system corrupt and abused The righteous celebrate my dark demise I became the one that...

Kirk Forseth II
Dec 14, 20251 min read


Sonnet Sunday's: Rose Colored Glasses
Can’t look at the world with rose colored glasses Or make decisions slower than molasses Our world is filled up with such trouble and...

Kirk Forseth II
Nov 30, 20251 min read


Sonnet Sunday's: Torment at Night
It all happened one fatal night When I suffered a werewolf’s bite Not too long, I began my plight Changing into a hideous sight The...

Kirk Forseth II
Nov 16, 20251 min read


Sonnet Sunday's: If I Should Die Tomorrow
If tomorrow I should die What kind of tears would be shed Would they be droplets of joy, Or of sorrow that I’m dead Life is too short for...

Kirk Forseth II
Nov 1, 20251 min read


The Tale of Edward Krombie (A Halloween Sonnet Sunday)
Gaze upon the full moon burning in the sky The time of innocence is about to die Never again to beg for the meager alms Forsaking the...

Kirk Forseth II
Oct 30, 20251 min read


The Forgotten Son (A Sonnet Sunday on a Tuesday)
Once upon a lugubrious day A little boy met his final stay The dirty secret that must be hushed Right to the grave, he had to be rushed...

Kirk Forseth II
Oct 20, 20251 min read


Sonnet Sunday's: Alive
All alone in the velvet night I prey upon the earth’s meager Most of them go down with a fight While few are willing and eager Perfect...

Kirk Forseth II
Oct 18, 20251 min read


Sonnet Sunday: Fear
I awake not knowing exactly where I am Soon, I realize that I’m in some awful jam Cautiously, I move, not knowing what I’ll find...

Kirk Forseth II
Oct 4, 20251 min read


Sonnet Sundays (on a Thursday) The Self Righteous
Leave it to the hypocrites to stand tall Unturned noses passing judgment on all The sister can smoke a joint around kids But s husband...

Kirk Forseth II
Oct 2, 20251 min read


Sonnet Sunday’s Assassin’s (BONUS)
One time we could all speak our mind Two sides given to all mankind Can’t get your way, lash right out Never knowing what it’s about...

Kirk Forseth II
Sep 27, 20251 min read


Sonnet Sunday's: Till Death Do Us Part
When we met, there was a new realm With you joining me at the helm Hand in hand we’d walk in the park Passionate kisses in the dark...

Kirk Forseth II
Sep 20, 20251 min read


AntifDUH!
Say you’re against fascism, but make it true Confused by the definition, I’ve no clue Always protesting open debate Claiming outside...

Kirk Forseth II
Sep 20, 20251 min read


Jill
Two sides of the same coin, we are One with needles, the other bar Sadly, the syringe breaks the skin Wondering if it’s from my sin Both...

Kirk Forseth II
Sep 13, 20251 min read


Little Goodie Two-Shoes
In the beginning, tender words spoken Promises made and promises broken For the past three decades, it's been the same You’re the goodie...

Kirk Forseth II
Sep 12, 20251 min read


Charlie
A voice was silenced the other day, A chilling thought that fills with dismay One assassin's bullet takes a life, Leaving behind his...

Kirk Forseth II
Sep 11, 20251 min read



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Sep 10, 20250 min read
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