Sonnet - 91 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

Sonnet - 91



One wonders why how such Saturned Words cope
As most Frilly Humans come-out to Play
These Issues if with Learned Doctors hope
Ampersand those Flavours screaming your Day
As such Cultures wean; Europe-by-West toll
Then tug Silly Asia her Life-Long Feast
Thinking, 'My Leaves though Chant for your Enroll
Asking your Turnips spice the very least.'
Voices be Calm. Sure. Moments as Sport blooms
Though Posiedon sponsors your Element
As Friends Bespoke cry Laughter in their Rooms
As his Rowdy Voice gauds Embarassment.
Heart. Heart alone will he Author this Blame
Though Joy speaks Benign yet Frightened with Shame.

Saturday, January 16, 2016
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Xavier Mandreza

Xavier Mandreza

Makati City, Philippines
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