Poems
by Terrry
Brinkman
Virtue of a Bride
Unshed tears hang over her Coffee Mug of cider
Touch lightly with two index fingers of Irish Gin
That is a not necessity virtue for a bride
A Grecian genius Romance Novel Slider
Awful clever girl’s wild oats outsider
Speaker at the Grand Old Opera tongue
Loneliest son doing clever fireside sketches
Too much correspondence nook-shortens French
That night the girl was left behind in a chill
Earthquake shook her until she fell
Shrew her ill-favored cries of Daffodils
Blue Windows London bedchambers missing glass
War-wick-shine passionate girl’s whippoorwill
She was not to blame speech was just less thrilling
Sonnet CCCLXXX
Unshed tears hang over her mug of cider
Touch lightly with two index fingers wide
That is a necessity virtue for a bride
A Grecian vice genius glider
Awful clever cat’s wild oats outsider
Speak with the grand old tongue died
Loneliest daughter doing clever sketches fireside
Too much correspondence nook-shortens French decider
The girl was left behind with a chill
Earthquake did not come willing
Shrew ill-favored cry of Daffodils
Blue Windows London bedchambers chilling
War-wick-shine passionate pilgrim whippoorwill
She was to blame speech less thrilling
Sonnet CCCLXXI
Creaked briskly galliard voluble pain in her back
Most honest broad-brim zeal in a bag
Dutiful fallowed provincial flag
Hasty bowing in a dark alley Cardiac
Bure a hole in the coffin rack
Stick with a knob pocking the rear bag
Before rested server piped in treble drag
My knee cap is hurting said Jack
One whiff of blue bad-gas blew
Must be fed-up with her cold dinner
Apes of the lofty lane brew
Enter the side door of the spinner
Lane of sepulchers Irish blue
Fault halted many a good woman’s breadwinner
