Sunday, November 16, 2008

First Job (Epigram)

Who knew that hard work could be complicated
Especially when you're shadowing jaded

Who's On Top? (English Sonnet)

Eyes that squint at sunrise fierce without truce
Wink once for a chance to twinkle at his
‘til the dusk of each morn she will seek that
Of what could be destined trails to what is
May a white horse stand before her today
Though they will argue crests, shields, and armor
Besting eaches bravery for her heart
They’ll don lances to carry her honor
But amongst his own a toll will come to
As a test of seasons changes the mind
A double-edged sword shall unsheathe herself
And the sheen of metal will rust unkind
So on to battle, on with war! Says he
But to the victor – the spoils! Thus says she