Poemas Algorítmicos (I - Sonnets by Anonymous)

 1 - 

 Ode to the Monster

My big monster, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you kill, run and kill,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the overkill.

Let me compare you to a great buffoon?
You are more killer, estupid and weak.
Nice sun heats the spledid peaches of June,
And summertime has the powerfull chic.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your concise lions, teeth and eyes.
Thinking of your unique teeth fills my days.

My hate for you is the prominent flies.
Now I must away with an epic heart,
Remember my bleak words whilst we're apart.



2 -

My memory, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you die and bear,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the cruel air.

Let me compare you to a riper larch?
You are more tender, bawdy and gaudy.
Sweet clouds dull the shoddy flowers of March,
And the springtime has the discreet soddy.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your discrete bright, cruel and fresh.
Thinking of your bright cruel fills my days.

My love for you is the transgender esche.
Now I must away with a slender heart,
Remember my light words whilst we're apart.



outros -

Against the stormy gusts of winter’s day
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white
And in mine own love’s strength seem to decay
And moan th’ expense of many a vanish’d sight

What means the world to say it is not so
Against this coming end you should prepare
That you yourself, being extant, well might show
And buds of marjoram had stol’n thy hair

When I have seen such interchange of state
Incapable of more, replete with you
Such civil war is in my love and hate

And I by this will be a gainer too
Let not my love be call’d idolatry
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me



By looking on thee in the living day
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite
And life no longer than thy love will stay
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night

Toward thee I’ll run, and give him leave to go
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
That you yourself, being extant, well might show
Making his style admired everywhere

With others thou shouldst not abhor my state
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate

And you in Grecian tires are painted new
Her audit, though delay’d, answer’d must be
If ten of thine ten times refigur’d thee



To let base clouds o’ertake me in my way
I tell the day, to please him, thou art bright
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night

Love’s eye is not so true as all men’s: no
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
Receiving naught by elements so slow
And buds of marjoram had stol’n thy hair

With others thou shouldst not abhor my state
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you
Thus policy in love, t’anticipate

And I by this will be a gainer too
So thou through windows of thine age shall see
Without accusing you of injury


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