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#The Mad Sonneteer
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Among other things...
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cyarskaren52 · 2 months
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Even MAGA knows that 💩isn’t happening!
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themadsonneteer · 3 months
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A Warrior Poet's Soul
By Bud Koenemund (Written: December 2023) For Christina Alvarado My mind cries out, profaning the universe; Mourning, o’er and o’er, this tragedy – An assault on existence – while cursing A suppos’d caring god’s perfidy. I wish I could hold you in my arms now; Embracing gently; a reassuring Touch to defy despair and doubt; somehow Granting peace – a balm easing suffering. But, I know the strength you possess: spirit, Resolve, stubbornness, and tenacity; With a warrior poet’s soul. Sans fear, You’ll tilt ‘gainst fate for immortality. I have and will always love you, my Friend; Sentiment which shall endure ‘til time’s end.
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kvothes · 1 year
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for the fourth day of 🌷national poetry month🌷 here is a form called a tanka:
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these are two tankas by japanese poet tada chimako, both titled “a spray of water.” similar to a haiku, the first three lines follow a 5-7-5 syllable count; however, a tanka then has two additional lines, each with 7 syllables.
(the syllable count isn’t exact in these two poems, bc they were translated from the japanese)
two more things: a tanka is supposed to be one sentence spread across these five lines. second, it needs to have a turn in it—a moment when the poem shifts focus or brings in a new idea. in this first tanka here, you can see that the poem starts by simply describing water in a kettle, but then broadens to be about anger and abandonment.
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gretchensinister · 1 year
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See what’s on the slab sonnet hours. Text of image under cut.
16. Scientist
It’s dirty business, in your clean white coat,
But you’ve long since ceased to care. It’s too late
To stop. You’re in a castle with a moat,
For fuck’s sake. In the tower you await
The final lightning strike. It was only
A question needing an answer, and now?
I understand. It’s hard to be lonely
And once you’ve cleared the crooked path to how—
Strap on your goggles. Flip all the switches.
Spark up the Jacob’s ladders, Tesla coils,
All the weird machines that scratch your itches—
And go on, laugh, as clouds above do roil
For you, I want two hearts to beat tonight
I confess, though it’s still so far from right.
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gennsoup · 1 year
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Shuttered in hot light and oil-seared stars, you alone carry the weight of planetary anxieties.
Sally Wen Mao, Sonnets for Kudryavka
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poetasterwaster · 6 months
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Sonnet 21
XII. (prose of Mad) A solitude: it’s loved me, so have I. A feeling: never did it reach to you. The sin: to hide my mind that time wi’ a lie. The punishment razed all things I pursue. The grief: so cruel at the same and beauteous. Regret: the fluid, not flowing any more. The darkness: my constituents e’er duteous. And you: the butterfly I got, what for? A waste: not do I want to think so, though; It, many words, unsparing times I gave. A life: the same love as a death; a woe, Unable to obtain the thing I crave. E’en now you’ve never known my __oken heart. And yet, why not? I chart your parts in art.
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imdamagecontrol · 3 months
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january 9 - write. 403 words. @jegulus-microfic. nsfw.
james “oral fixation” potter — that’s all :)
James has a very specific happy place.
If you asked him, he would tell you he could write sonnets about it. Wax poetic in a fashion that would make Shakespeare jealous. He thinks about it always, every second of the day—and maybe that isn’t healthy, maybe it’s a little insane, but he doesn’t care.
He can’t bring himself to care, if he’s honest.
Not when Regulus’ thighs are shaking, quivering, clenching around his head, squeezing so tight he thinks they might crack his skull like a watermelon. He wouldn’t complain, though.
Right here between Regulus’ thighs is a lovely way to die.
He came home from work exhausted. Found Regulus on the couch with his knees pulled up to his chest in nothing but James’ old uni hoodie and boxers. It was an unspoken conversation between them—and Regulus knew to wiggle out of his boxers, spread his legs, and let James settle in between.
It went something like this: James running his tongue through Regulus’ folds in lazy, long strokes. No rush, just a need to taste. This relaxed the tension in his spine, the knot in his lower back. Then it was an assault on Regulus’ clit with his mouth, pushing two fingers in the sweet wetness dripping from Regulus’ entrance.
James has a rule: no less than three orgasms with his mouth and fingers. Today, he felt like more. Regulus coming apart until he was a puddle in the cushions was a need.
Once he was loose-limbed and mumbling incoherent, overstimulated and flushed all over, James crawled over him, kissed every available inch of him like a man starved, and pushed into tight heat with a broken groan.
He watched Regulus break under him again and again, murmuring sweet nothings, good boy, and one more, baby, I know you can do it. Kissing salty tears off Regulus’ cheeks, mouths sliding past each other and tongues a mess.
And once James shattered, he dropped to his knees again, put slender thighs on his shoulders, and ran his tongue through soft folds. Grinned like mad when his own spend hit his tongue, all mixed up with Regulus’.
He pushes his glasses up into his hair now, irritated they’re in his way. Keeping him from his prize. He looks at Regulus from under his lashes, hands curved around soft thighs and mouth pressed to the juncture of his hip and leg. “Again, love?”
“Again.”
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metamorphesque · 1 year
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💌 some of my favorite poems for World Poetry Day 💌 
A Cloud in Trousers by Vladimir Mayakovsky
Don’t leave the room by Joseph Brodsky (the original)
Ich finde dich (I find you) by Rainer Maria Rilke
The Thing Is by Ellen Bass
You, Darkness by Rainer Maria Rilke
I Am Offering this Poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca
a splinter of my imagination by Halina Poswiatowska
One Art by Elizabeth Bishop
The Quiet World by Jeffrey McDaniel
Wait For Me by Konstantin Simonov (tr. by Mike Munford)  
Before You Came by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
What I Could Never Confess Without Some Bravado by Emily Palermo
Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
I Want to Write Something So Simply by Mary Oliver
What's Not to Love by Brendan Constantine
Bluebird by Charles Bukowski
Time does not bring relief (Sonnet II) by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath
Dear [ ] by Nick Lantz
Dogfish by Mary Oliver
Persephone the Wanderer by Louise Glück
Scheherazade by Richard Siken
The End of Poetry by Ada Limón
A Myth of Devotion by Louise Glück
Where does such tenderness come from? by Marina Tsvetaeva
I Loved You by Alexander Pushkin
Poems for Blok by Marina Tsvetaeva
I’m Glad Your Sickness by Marina Tsvetaeva
Wait for her by Mahmoud Darwish
The Guest by Anna Akhmatova
Listen! by Vladimir Mayakovsky
Carousel by Vahan Teryan
Landscape with a Blur of Conquerors by Richard Siken
Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light by Richard Siken
Notebook Fragments by Ocean Vuong
Headfirst by Ocean Vuong
Advice from Dionysus by Shinji Moon
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todorokies · 7 months
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could you write some boyfriend headcanons for megumi? sfw
boyfriend!megumi headcanons
a/n: i hope i delivered to your liking <3
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☆ . . . dating megumi would feel like the crisp october air whirling throughout your lungs. soon you hear the chilled wind singing a tune as the red, yellow, and orange leaves join in; you feel at peace like a warm knitted quilt rest upon your shoulders.
☆ . . . you would have to confess first, he’s aware theres some unspoken tension that lingers whenever you two are in the same vicinity but he doesn’t exactly know how to approach you on the subject without feeling like a complete fool.
☆ . . . once he gets comfortable with you though he’s totally a cheeky little bastard.
☆ . . . for the first few months of the relationship megumi would prefer to be secretive and sneak around with you … the closest thing you’ll get affection-wise in public is linking pinkies or him drawing patterns on your thigh under a table when nobody is looking.
☆ . . . around the fourth or fifth month he’ll feel ready to go public (tell yuji and nobara) he’ll ask like a hundred times if you were ready as well and if you weren’t he’d have no problem with waiting.
☆ . . . i could see him with a partner who he shares the same vaules and philosophies with. he wouldn’t go out of his way to personally seek an extroverted s/o but he can find himself gravitating towards people with bubbly/outgoing personalities.
☆ . . . megumi is a quiet lover, choosing to express his affections through gestures rather than words.
☆ . . . spotify/apple music playlists are his go-to !!! i hc that he’s super into poetry so the playlist name would be a shorten quote of a sonnet or poem that reminds him of you.
☆ . . . once a month you guys pick out books for each other to read and annotate (his idea.) he gives you a nonfiction or thriller book while you always give him a romance book.
☆ . . . his annotations will either vary from vague one liners like “nice” and “cool quote” or two to three lines of why the protagonist shouldn’t have forgiven the love interest so quickly.
☆ . . . you know that movie trope where someone says “i’m definitely not gonna do that thing” and the scene immediately cuts to them doing that exact thing? yeah that’s megumi when it comes to doing facemasks.
☆ . . . he’ll be sooo reluctant but as soon as you smear the watermelon cucumber clay mask on his face he practically purrs like a kitten. he’s relaxed and happy to have a lil pampering day with you.
☆ . . . he’s more of a listener than a talker, whenever you’re reciting your day to him or rambling about a new show his gaze is so intense and stern you’d think he’s mad at you or not paying attention.
☆ . . . he assures that he was listening and that he’s always listening to you regardless of what you talk about.
☆ . . . he loves to hold you and be held !! it took him some time to ease into the physical aspect of a relationship like cuddles and kisses but he grew accustomed soon with some reassurance.
☆ . . . his favourite cuddle position is where your head rest on his chest with his arms securely wrapped around your waist as your legs are all tangled up together.
☆ . . . all in all, dating megumi is overall a tranquil and lovely experience, you’ll feel loved and cherished everyday you’re with him, even if his actions aren’t explicit he tries his very best to make you happy with the little things.
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reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3
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blingblong55 · 8 months
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Until I found you-König
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GN!Reader, angst, fluff
Oh, let me hold you I'll never let you go again like I did
Your relationship with König was more than amazing, he always looked forward to coming home to you. But as the missions started to pile up for him, the more he saw himself losing hope to come home safe or alive. He couldn't and wouldn't be the reason why you were sad if he were to die, so he thought that maybe if he broke up with you before one of the toughest missions he's been on, surely you'd be able to move on without him in the world.
The day that he broke up with you was nothing but painful, you were sad but also mad at him. His reasoning was not clear and all you could think about was that maybe there was someone else for him and he just didn't want you to know that. Were you not enough? Was there something wrong with the way you loved him? He definitely knew you loved him with every fibre of your being but you didn't think he was fully aware of how much love you have for him. There was a deeper reason for this, not just because he thought I'd be mean of him to leave you alone and in despair.
Two months ago he was closer to death than ever before. A bullet passed through his shoulder, it was by pure luck he never got hit. That was when reality set in for him. He can't just leave you like that. Stupid excuse for such a valid reason. And now, as he walks into the flat you two called home, your stuff is gone and the home feels colder. The colours and comfort the place brought him once, are now gone with you.
Reality set in. He let the one good thing he had in this miserable world go. If only he was as smart in love as he is on the field. What a shame. König now sits on the sofa that you two once cuddled in after he came home. What a fool was he to think he'd have you for years to come. He used to think he was at risk of getting hurt only to be the one who brought such pain to a wonderful and kind person. Couldn't he be more kind to your heart and feelings? Memories flush through, the night he got news his Oma died, you were there. Holding him close he silently cried for her. You were there the day his mum was in the hospital, calming him down, making tea and visiting his mum every week after the incident. You made sure to clean her face after every meal, made him feel comfort when he felt it was wrong to be weak and you were the one who was there the night he had the worst panic attack due to his PTSD.
Why is he such a fool?
He saw you at the park, reading a book under your favourite tree. He smiles, knowing that at least that part of you has never changed. If he is such a tough and ruthless soldier then why hasn't he gone to you and started to talk? Because he is a coward at love, not war. You laid back, jumper on your back to make the tree bark more comfortable to rest on. He used to be the one you rested on as you read. It was the one thing he loved to do in public. He was Shakespeare and you his Anne. The muse to his love and sonnets.
"Liebe?" he softly says as he finally has the courage to talk and approach you. "König." you sounded surprised. Oh, how he longed to hear your voice and the sweet sound you made when you said his name. Sweet angel, his sweet sweet angel.
Now, four years since he and you rekindled your love, you two now chase your dog around the park because the dog can't let go of the dog bone a little kid threw by accident. You are now his spouse, the one and only for a man like him. Never did he know he could feel so much for one person, yet he is there, loving, protecting and caring for you.
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cyarskaren52 · 6 days
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What’s the sense of putting Black people in power in his administration, if he’s going to block their moves. It screams “Token” for me!
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themadsonneteer · 6 months
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From Dust to Dust
By Bud Koenemund (Written: September 2023) Why would I fear something I have wished for, Even tempted, nigh on 25 years? What suffering exists beyond abhorred Death’s veil that could eclipse pain endured here? I should welcome an end to this torment – The unceasing agony called life – which Has left both intellect and body rent; Bereft in spirit; with a soul of pitch. Unafraid, I hold surrender not a sin; I’ll embrace the darkness; finally Set free from worldly struggles; whole again, Someplace where these griefs no longer bind me. From dust, to dust, and thus a debt is paid When I, at last, am by the Reaper bade.
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valeskafics · 10 months
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"Winter Rose" - Jacaerys Velaryon x Stark!Reader
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a/n: request from @michaelcliffordbrokeintomyhouse for jace simping over a northern girlie, a fluffy lil drabble 🤭🥰
Summary: Jace falls head over heels for you, the sister of Lord Cregan Stark.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, fluff, jace being pathetic
Word Count: 875 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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Jacaerys Velaryon has to be the most annoying man you’ve ever met. Ever since he came North to speak with your brother and secure his loyalty on behalf of his mother, the young prince has been relentless in his pursuit of you. Always offering to accompany you wherever you go with his pretty words and his stupid curly hair. You’ve never wanted to slap another human being as much as you do him. He follows you around like a lost puppy and it drives you to the brink of madness.
This would all be so much easier if you didn’t find him attractive.
One day, you snap at him as he trails after you on your way to the Godswood, “Oh, for fuck’s sake, would you stop following me?”
“I’m following you because I want to marry you,” Jace says, as if it’s a fact of life, the most simple thing in the world, and that irks you all the more. 
You continue walking away from him, a scowl plastered across your otherwise pretty face. Jace continues following after you of course, grinning like a fool as he takes your hand in his.
“Please, just let me court you-”
You cut him off before he can eke out another word, “Absolutely not!”
Jace looks at you with those sweet brown eyes that make you feel as though you’re on the precipice of giving in, and a weaker woman most certainly would have, as he pleads with you, “Why not? I can give you everything you want and more, Lady Stark, please just marry me! I can’t resist you any longer!”
You look at him evenly, pulling your hand back and sassing, “Well, you’d best continue to resist!”
Jace follows you yet again, his voice an impassioned plea as he begs, “Why? Why can’t you just give this an honest chance? Please tell me the cause of your hesitation!”
“I don’t trust southerners,” you state curtly, “With your pretty words and your courtly love. It’s all so fake.”
The Velaryon prince starts to get upset by your dismissal of him, seeming hurt by your words, “You know nothing about me, I am anything but fake! You don’t even know me yet, my lady, give me one chance! One chance to see I’m not like the rest!”
“Ugh,” you pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance, “Just give it up already!”
“No,” he declares boldly, “I’d rather die than give up on you.”
Your brows fly to your hairline as you enter the castle. This man certainly has a way with words, you have to admit, and his declaration of never wanting to give up on you does make you feel warm inside in a way you haven’t before.
“My lady, I see now why they call you the Winter Rose,” Jace says as the two of you reach your chambers, “You’re beautiful but your thorny exterior certainly causes my heart to bleed-”
“Oh, fucking hell,” you mumble under your breath, your face flushing slightly, “The fool fancies himself a poet now too!”
Jace grins at you, noticing your slight blush, “Aha! I have discovered my lady’s weakness! I shall now write you a hundred sonnets, each expressing my perception of your beauty, I’ll write you a new one every day for the rest of my days!”
You give him an incredulous look, “My prince, I think you should see a maester, I think you’re a bit touched in the head-”
“The only thing that makes me crazy is my love for you,” Jace cuts you off this time, grinning at you cockily, in a way you can’t help but find the slightest bit charming, “Perhaps southern lords say a lot of pretty words, my lady, but I assure you, I mean everything I say to you. Your beauty surpasses that of anything I’ve ever seen in my life, your laughter warms my heart, your smile reminds me of the clouds clearing so that the sun may shine through. Your humor, though dry, can cheer me on the darkest of days. I beg of you the chance to court you and allow me to show you the depths of my devotion.”
His words make you pause as you gaze up at him, searching his face for any hint of dishonesty. But you find none, he speaks in earnest. You let out a sigh of annoyance and nod.
“Very well, I shall allow you to court me,” you pause before adding, “But if you annoy me even in the slightest, I reserve the right to have my direwolf bite your cock off.”
Jace smirks, leaning in to kiss your cheek before whispering in your ear, “In truth, Lady Stark, if you did that, I think you’d miss it even more than I would.”
You can’t help the laugh that bursts forth from your lips at his quip, the sound making Jace’s smirk turn to a genuinely happy smile.
Yes, you think to yourself, maybe this southern lord is different from the rest. You press a soft kiss to his cheek before entering your chambers, leaving the poor Prince of Dragonstone a blushing mess outside your door as he counts down the minutes till he sees you again.
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yourlocaltreesimp · 4 months
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Have you gotten any requests abt First? I simply would like to request some general yan hcs if thats fine. But if not, thats alright. I hope things have been lovely for you dearie <33 (ive just been craving for First food)
Ofc ofc!!
TW: Yandarism but i’m tired so it’s fairly tame if i’m going to be honest, tame by my standards
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
Yan!First Headcannons
He has fond memories of his guide. How they skillfully protected him with their insight to ensure his success. He clutched those days of tranquillity close to his heart -or what he believes to be left of it- when he was locked up. When you were ripped away from him by a jealous god’s hand. He tries to focus on the softness of your voice and not the shrill of your screams when you were being made to watch his torment. He was free now. But from what he knows, you aren’t. And on your name he is going to maim the soul that did that to you. Even if it’s the goddess that allowed you to meet in the first place.
That said, he didn’t originally know you were his guide. He was shaken from being thrown into a portal and he was so hurt and you were so kind… It was natural for him to latch to the first bit of care given to him since your first absence.
It didn’t take him remembering -or rather realising- you were his guide until he started his spiral. No. He’s been teetering on the edge for years, and if falling into madness ment falling into your arms, then so be it. With that, he doubles down when he remembers you. Brought together by the gods and fate, how could he not keep you to himself after so long of being on his own?
He thrives on whatever it is you want. He’ll talk or listen to you for days, savouring the calmness in your voice. He’d pull you close in front of everyone and remember every freckle on your skin, every scar that lined it, every hair on your head. He’d write you letters of sonnets and prose, watching you read it with concentration, as if to see that you like it. He’d buy you anything, do anything, say anything, so long as it had your approval.
I see him as either very sneaky and courting you so eloquently that his possessiveness and protectiveness is part of the package. Him showing off that you chose him, that he’s good enough. Him showing off that no matter how much his… predecessors think they have you, you’ve always been his from the beginning. This is with an earlier intro to the chain, him trying to fend off competition as more members begin to fall. A strategy, if you will.
Or he’s on you the second he has consent, not caring for standards so long as you are his and he is yours. A scramble for your attention against your many suitors followers. I see this as First with a later intro where everyone’s already not right in the head. He’s bartering for and peice if you at this point. Any attention you give him will be well spent and obsessed over.
100% kidnapping you the second the chance presents itself. You’ll be married properly, he’ll treat you impeccably well, just be sure to play along.
Fav nicknames for you: My dear, Dearest, My love, My Sun, Flower, Darling, essentially anything classy
BONUS: This single handedly had me questioning if i wanted him and the others in ACU
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