Sonnet - 106 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

Sonnet - 106



So there you Stand as the Olympian consume
Then allow your Sinews to Horn their Glory
So there the Sun-Dried Trunks your Male subsume
To Pin your Ad for Dames read your Story
That much re-printed as your Age progress
Which we Hungry Teens admit and surpass
Where minus our Guilt escapes; though I Digress
Deny one's Smoothen Road for a Compass
Which even its Arrows give Soot; then before
Re-wind our same Guilty Mirrors percieve
To Think for some Advise waste Time and Lore
And let our Business be our own Concieve.
Though at Heart her Sinew pulses your Ear
Hoping at least Tingle your Tonsils so Dear.

Tuesday, March 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: sonnet
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Xavier Mandreza

Xavier Mandreza

Makati City, Philippines
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