Sonnet # 29

Luis A. Estable 1958 (Oriente, Cuba)



I hate to find my pleasures in men's mouths.
But then, my daily luck of women is rare.
Yes, since my mind's not well, I'm through huge droughts.
I mean no female touch, no love affair.
The thirst of sex its water needs, I know.
My shameful liquid I have; thus, quench desire.
At times, my body's living gets so low
And for true sex I cry aloud, "Desire!"
Inside my heart I'm many a man to enfold
What's female: plain or beautiful; it's clear.
But then, like sadness's trick I behold
A man on me, the picture far from dear.
    Yes, fate, you've been to me so very careless.
     That makes my world in living one so tasteless
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Submitted by luisestable1 on April 02, 2023

Modified on April 13, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme ABCBDEDEFGFGHH
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 625
Words 129
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 14

Luis A. Estable

Luis A. Estable, poet for more than twenty years. Single, no children; originally from Cuba. Writes poems in several styles: sonnets, songs, haikus, children's verses, free style verse and more. Has published three books of poetry: " Eighty-Three Sonnets, Book One," Religious, Thirty Sonnets," "My Mind Simply Saying. All of them available on Amazon books. Has degrees from SFCC and EWU. Lives in Spokane, WA. Thinks that poetry is the most compact and beautiful expression known to man, and that a poem never reaches perfection; the work goes one and this is a good advice to keep, especially for young poets. more…

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  • dougb.19255
    Are we talking men going down? Yikes, sneaks up on the Reader. Prison frustration?
    LikeReply1 year ago
    • luisestable1
      It is about going down in the sense of performing oral sex.
      I thank you for reading and for your given words.
      LikeReply1 year ago

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