Jayme s Sonnet

                A Very Important Note:

These sonnets defy the rules and convention of the art of sonnetry, for they seem to form a consecutive poem (something true, real, genuine and bona-fide sonnets never do. Also, the last one contains 16 lines in lieu of 14 – a true insult to the poetic form! It was first believed by literary experts that the “poet,” the author of these verse was a novice, traitor to the genre, and a fumbling fool…However, upon careful review of the sonnets of Master Shakespeare, the Italian genius Petrarch, as well as other masters of the craft, like Edmund Spencer and others; and, actually, upon consultation with Master Shakespeare himself, - it was determined that the author seemingly possesses quite some extraordinary genius…

Therefore, the only plausible and scientific explanation of this rule-breaking and unconventionality is that the woman the sonnets are dedicated to - must herself defy all convention, rules, standards, etc. Without knowing her identity, she was nonetheless determined by scientific literary analysis to be beyond the power of description by words, no matter how dexterous or beautiful…In fact, it is a very probable and educated guess that she must come from the future or from another world altogether, considering that even a master of the quill such as this unknown poet capitulated in his attempts to describe her…

A Birthday Sonnet, Take I

What shall I write? – Some foolish fumbling words
About mochas, beauty and barristas?
About better days and finer worlds?
About “Food and Coffee’s” graceful vistas?

Perhaps this verse: our city – truly blessed,
This world - a place of wonder, since you’re living!
So thanks for being born in “east of West” –
To act, to laugh, pour forth the “coffee rivers…:”

Oh, no – too sweet and trite, let’s try again:
You’re Queen of black and while, commanding forces
Of paradox; a Queen in any game,
Or – simply put: a woman and a sorceress.

Alas, this sonnet ends to no end,
So let’s commence again my dear friend!



A Birthday Sonnet, Take II

Another birthday wish – a bit belated:
To grace this town, this planet and its folk
With smiles and charm of yours – a truthful lady;
To add the “Indian Summers” to the falls.

What nonsense and delirium, though rhyming!
Those words are true, but obvious, to wit.
Let’s gather wits and strength for one more round –
To write a verse that’s worth your ways so winning…

All right! – I’m ready…Set! And now – writing:
Without you, the coffee – bitter-bland,
Nor any angels in Los Angeles worth finding,
And blackness covers chess boards, skies and lands…

The rhymes , my friend, are clever, but alas
They fail to tell the story of this lass…




A Birthday Sonnet, Take III

One final try (to win or die attempting),
Portray in words this grace that lies beyond:
The steam of lattes: ever so tempting,
But warmer yet – your smile of distant yonder…

Again that silly sweetness of a poet –
A woman true requires manly rhymes:
The Sun – a star eternal, burning, potent,
And yet – so futile both its fall and rise

Without the light that shines behind your lashes,
The galaxies that stretch beyond your eyes…
Oh – no, I give! This poem – so abashing.
Let me admire from a distance, in disguise…

To live at all, one must believe in something –
Let me believe in coffee cups this summer.
(And just to give this verse a clever hue –
I hope that this coffee comes from you…)

Author unknown – after careful analysis to be a thorough genius, an admirer, of mochas, beauty, and especially as embodied in this dedicatee…