The Poetry Spot discussion

HI! My name is A.J. Kaynatma. Since my life-threatening car accident on July 6, 2008 & ensuing Traumatic Brain Injury, I've had tons of time to write.

One of my newfound interests/skills has been poetry. Please purchase my book[S] via amazon, read it/them then lemme know what you think.

I’ll greatly appreciate your support!

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A.J. Kaynatma — Morphed into Sonnet Form: And a Smattering of Other Various Poetry.

A Shakespearean sonnet has 14 lines divided into 4 subgroups: 3 quatrains and a couplet. Each line is typically--but certainly NOT always--ten syllables, phrased in iambic pentameter. A Shakespearean sonnet employs the rhyme scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF GG.

NON-Intellectual Goal
Ever since I broke my mind, I've kept my nose to the grind.
I sought to prove my brain wasn't totally wrecked.
If you observe me awhile, you'll note I'm one of a kind.
All I want now are romantic love, symphonic laughter & mutual respect.

Of course, I cannot forget her kissable face.
That is accompanied by her very wide, toothy smile.
In the end, she'll be well-worth my torrid chase.
I have not touched a dame's lips in an awfully long while.

Of course, I'm a man who desires that hourglass frame,
Complete with a big, soft, grab-worthy ass.
I just yearn to, hopefully one day, make her my dame.
One of her best traits of all is she'll giggle at my being crass.

So, I need a woman of sound mind, great body & strong heart.
Hey, given my bumpy background, wouldn't that be a helluva RE-start?!

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Numbers have endless possible actions.
They can INcrease, DEcrease, or their value can stay the same.
But, to me, life is more about REactions
And how one responds to changes in the game.

Without impetus, one may simply wish to maintain the status quo.
As Sir Isaac Newton proved, to advance one needs an external force.
It all depends on the pushback of the foe.
Multiplication can be the most positive action of course.

Of her busy life, I wish to be a component.
Of my overall positive aura, she’s indubitably a factor.
She raises my excitement to an excessively high exponent.
If her feelings are imaginary, she’s a damn good actor.

‘Tis up to my muse to alter her value
… Shall you?!

A.J. Kaynatma

The Shakespearean or Elizabethan sonnet divides into three quatrains--four-line stanzas--& ends with a couplet--a two-line stanza. The rhyme scheme of this type is abab cdcd efef gg. Typically, a Shakespearean sonnet explores a single idea, with a third-stanza shift that will enhance the mood. Shakespeare and his contemporaries added ironic twists and contradictory touches or expanded a final, overwhelming point.

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When 1 x 1 = a BETTER 1


Ultimately, this [potential] situation is merely one of my dreams.
I’m hoping she’ll teach me how she multiplied.
I anticipate, at hearing this news, I shan’t muffle her joyful screams.
At this point, I would abhor it if we were to divide.

She loves how well I can numerically manipulate
Any expression into what I want.
She judges me NOT by my horrifically diminished state.
I yearn to react with my mathematically insightful reactions to a taunt.

I’m confident she knows she could never make me sad.
My logic has a tendency to stun.
I’m so eager to show her how multiplication is the best way to add.
Can she handle my explanation of how 4 = 1?

There’s so, so, SOOOOO MUCH about her I still hafta deduce.
I.e. would she like a new man with whom to reproduce?


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Hello,
Here's a sonnet I wrote in 2019, at age 15.

A FAIR MAIDEN

At last the winter and its nasty cold
Has left my great land, which I perfected.
Eagerly glance out my window, behold.
Oh, the honor when I was elected.

Outside the doors of my mansion I run,
By the fountain, flowers and gleeful grass.
As my cheerful face smiles up at the sun,
I glance and see a fair maiden of class.

Wonderful, lustrous are her neat, short curls.
Here we are standing in the days of spring.
She is sweet and coy, as I see her there.
Twirling in meadows, a moment we sing.

I wave daintily; I bid her farewell,
Returning to my mansion, where I dwell.

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