Iamb Rock

[Leanne]

A pumping riff, a bassline and a drum;
Relax and let the beat flow through your blood --
Or that which fills your veins (I hope it’s rum) --
Collapse the walls, become the rising flood.
Kick off the polished boots, embrace the mud,
Invest your soul in that which devils play;
No techno trash or sugar pop tart crud
Gets feet off seats (or cars in pools) this way.
Surrender, throw yourself into the fray,
Or wonder ever after what you missed :
Nights drinking shots from navels, led astray
Near very naughty groupies, nice and pissed.
Exist within the four-four flame of rock
The most exciting word to end in -ock

[billy]

apart from............................Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwyll-llantysiliogogogoch ...

[Leanne]

no, that just rhymes with gargle

[milo]

A pumping riff, a bassline and a drum;
Relax and let the beat flow through your blood --
Or that which fills your veins (I hope it’s rum) --
Collapse the walls, become the rising flood.
Kick off the polished boots, embrace the mud,
Invest your soul in that which devils play;
No techno trash or sugar pop tart crud
Gets feet off seats (or cars in pools) this way.
Surrender, throw yourself into the fray,
Or wonder ever after what you missed :
Nights drinking shots from navels, led astray
Near very naughty groupies, nice and pissed.
Exist within the four-four flame of rock
The most exciting word to end in -ock

Who hasn't coveted the rockstar fame?
Not long ago, I thought to take the plunge;
three mates and I we'd make ourselves a name
of banjo driven post seattle grunge.

We played the clubs, the bars and more than often
a party for a best friend's cousin's bride.
Our tour van wasn't much more than a coffin;
what mattered most was what we kept inside:

Whiskey, smokes and hypodermic needles
and underneath the backseat someone's lunch.
But our playing? okay, we weren't the Beatles
but what would you expect from "Sunday Brunch"?

I wish that I could live those days again:
the girls, the booze the Aquanet for men.

[Leanne]

I've never had a penchant for the life
of rock and roll and rolling joints and drink;
I've always been a good and quiet wife
existing well beyond that bloody brink.
But sometimes, when I'm standing at the sink,
I dream a little dream of LSD
and wonder what the groupie types might think
if I could shed this domesticity.
The fact that I can't play guitar could be
a little stumbling block, but I could learn --
I'd let the big blond surfies in for free
and maybe Johnny Depp would take a turn...
It's dinner time, there's casserole to plate,
so leather pants and nipples have to wait.

[milo]

I've never had a penchant for the life
of rock and roll and rolling joints and drink;
I've always been a good and quiet wife
existing well beyond that bloody brink.
But sometimes, when I'm standing at the sink,
I dream a little dream of LSD
and wonder what the groupie types might think
if I could shed this domesticity.
The fact that I can't play guitar could be
a little stumbling block, but I could learn --
I'd let the big blond surfies in for free
and maybe Johnny Depp would take a turn...
It's dinner time, there's casserole to plate,
so leather pants and nipples have to wait.

I guess you never heard Rebecca Black?
(She sings some crappy song, like Friday Night)
You couldn't be a less talented hack
and this bitch made a million bucks a night!
Still, I guess I understand your "house wife" plight
it's tough to act real cool while mending socks
and hubby wants his dinner done just right
so you've no time for stroking other cocks.
Oh, don't blush and think "oh he just might", meant
only that I see the paradox.
There's still a chance to get some cheap excitement:
at nighttime's hush, you steal away and sing
just wear your leather skirt and nipple ring.

[Leanne]

I fear I'm much too cultured for such folly --
the night was passed with absinthe and a brie,
so maybe jazz is calling. All that lolly
that rock stars make will not be offered me.

I'd have to smoke to keep such company
and maybe learn an instrument or two
(I've never blown a Reed, I hope that he
will take a bath before my solo's due.)

In truth I'll have to act the part, in lieu
of any aptitude in that direction --
my musical abilities are few,
but I know how to handle an erection.

There! Problem solved! I'll be in showbiz yet;
let others play and I will build the set.

[milo]

I fear I'm much too cultured for such folly --
the night was passed with absinthe and a brie,
so maybe jazz is calling. All that lolly
that rock stars make will not be offered me.

I'd have to smoke to keep such company
and maybe learn an instrument or two
(I've never blown a Reed, I hope that he
will take a bath before my solo's due.)

In truth I'll have to act the part, in lieu
of any aptitude in that direction --
my musical abilities are few,
but I know how to handle an erection.

There! Problem solved! I'll be in showbiz yet;
let others play and I will build the set.

Oh My! The lady doth protest too much!
Well, I don't want to be your cause for stewing,
a cultured lady needs a proper wooing
and I'm no stranger to the upper touch.
You and I will stroll the Brisbane Bay
and pick ourselves two perfect polished stones
then we'll off to the museum, stare at bones
of dinosaurs, or maybe the ballet.
I hope that I'm not coming on too strong
(yes I remember that you wear a ring)
but a proper Poet always pays her debts.
Like dinosaurs' a bone is growing long;
two matching polished rocks, that was our thing
and after all, you have that skill with sets.

[newsclippings]

I read it as a play on words, as... I am Brock.
Also rum. I just bought some of that.

My apologies to this forum in advance.

[Leanne]

tbh it was just an excuse to write an acrostic... but nobody noticed

I shall, I expect, survive the disappointment...

[newsclippings]

hahahahaha

[milo]

tbh it was just an excuse to write an acrostic... but nobody noticed

I shall, I expect, survive the disappointment...

oh.
You cheeky girl.

---

I read it as a play on words, as... I am Brock.
Also rum. I just bought some of that.

My apologies to this forum in advance.

apologies? pshaw! We want a sonnet not your stinking apologies!

milo
(Now, what rhymes with Hulk Hogan?)

[Leanne]

One of these sonnets turned up in my Facebook "on this day" this morning, reminding me how much I miss the days when sonnets were the weapons of choice. Why does nobody write sonnets anymore?

[just mercedes]

One of these sonnets turned up in my Facebook "on this day" this morning, reminding me how much I miss the days when sonnets were the weapons of choice.  Why does nobody write sonnets anymore?

OK - I'll try to write a sonnet for each day of NaPoMo NZ - in spite of the prompts calling for other forms.