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Describe a friendship? How shall I describe? / Acceptance of what is, and equal place. / No pressure there to change, an easy pace. / No qu
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My tiny child of three months, almost four / will never know the joy of daddy's kiss. / Such pain to think of all the things you'll miss /
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Another Summer passes, Autumn too
The leaves seem anxious now to leave the tree
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Vesuvius by Turner
Vesuvius, how Pompeii would malign;
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Tread carefully; these gentle words enfold.
Once more deceived; the truth is rarely told.
25 lines, 8 comments,
on Apr 12 10:15 AM. Reward
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My head is bowed as ill winds chase black clouds.
I cling to life; yet life is cruel it seems.
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How many hours are wasted every day?
How many days slip easily to years?
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Look closely at the early morning dew.
As day awakes it magically appears.
19 lines, 24 comments,
on Sep 5 5:28 PM 2007. In Sonnet, Nature
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Oh lovely rose, I watch while petals fall / to tell me that my love will not return. / This wretched war, a hundred men in all, / have left
20 lines, 5 comments,
on Jun 29 3:03 PM 2007. In Sad, Loss, Sonnet
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To follow in the footsteps of the Bard
and hear words seeping forth from Avon’s veins,
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How shall I go, when I am asked to leave?
When death decides it’s time to bid farewell.
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He looked at me today as he walked by.
A gentle look; a most beguiling eye.
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What chance to-day, should Romeo propose / undying love to his fair Juliet? / When seeking her agreement, he’ll compose / prenuptial regula
22 lines, 10 comments,
on Jul 17 8:11 AM 2007. In Life, Love.
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How can I kiss a skin as fair as this?
a perfect peach not plucked yet from the bough.
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This world is such a temptress in disguise. / She beckons me to visit every shore. / If in this life, I had time to explore, / Such wonders
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Can I compare thee to a setting sun? / Thou art more luscious from warm a climate. / No winds to shake the mango buds undone, / And summer’
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Reflections of the past my mind would fill.
The depth of pain no-one can ever see.
19 lines, 11 comments,
on Aug 8 4:12 PM 2007
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Words are a flight of butterflies, so that / I only have to catch them in a net. / When placed within their natural habitat, / I quickly wr
17 lines, 12 comments,
on Jun 17 9:33 PM 2007. In Sonnet
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This scarlet lady cares not who receives
an invite; which belies her countenance.
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When Spring arrives inviting waking souls, / released at last from Winter’s gripping claws, / from hibernating warmth of fireside coals / a
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Shall I compare thee to a seat in Hell? / Thou art more ripened than the Grapes of Wrath. / I would not wish my foe this evil spell. / Each
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My King, My Lord, I must to thee declare, / I know thou art both truely wise and brave. / 'Tis said that thou dost treat thy subjects fair.
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It’s just before the dawn when grey dreams fade,
my eyes adjust to focus on what’s real.
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When shadows fall across a closing sky, / the nightingale sings out his evensong. / A hedgehog sniffs the air and scurries by. / The wily f
17 lines, 6 comments,
on Jul 12 9:02 AM 2007. In Nature, Sonnet
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Oh foolish eyes, why dost thou search in vain? / Her laughter ringing still, tormenting ears. / Each second strives to pierce my empty vein
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How blind the man who always thinks he’s right.
The sound of his own voice is all he knows
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You came into my mind again to-day / while watching golden horses spinning round. / Open mouths, but with nothing left to say, / a fairgrou
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You came into my mind again to-day / While watching golden horses spinning round, / With open mouths but nothing left to say, / a fairgroun
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A simple glance at nature should inspire
For now she tempts us in her Autumn dress.
20 lines, 8 comments,
on Oct 4 5:01 PM 2007. In Sonnet, Nature
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Her castanets announce the start / of plans to capture young man’s heart, / and soon his senses will depart. / Fast flows her wild demonic dance. / Her dark seductive Latin eyes / will promise with a simple gla
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How often have we watched the setting sun / and waited breathless for a bright new day? / And did we count our blessings one by one / or ta
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How often have we watched the setting sun / and waited breathless for a bright new day? / And did we count our blessings one by one / or ta
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Compare me not to fresh cream bought to-day? / I am more ripened, and less temperate. / My smell doth seek to take one’s breath away.
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Hush red rose, let not tears your beauty hide,
Don’t cry for me now I have gone before.
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Oh, Sire there is a Driggly in yon moat, / and he’s eating thy stummly poppin fricks. / and though yon Driggly wears a chuddy scote, / Yond
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This world can find no sun now thou art gone.
The birds now mute, remember not their song.
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This world can find no sun now that you’ve gone.
The birds now mute, remember not their song.
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Don’t offer words to warm my hardened soul. / No soft caress can bring me back to life. / I’ve stayed too long, with thoughts of death my g
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Whisper my name and you’ll find me there,
together again like we always were.
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How silent is the night when I can’t sleep, / and thoughts retrace the paths of yesteryear. / Sometimes an uphill climb, forever steep, / I
17 lines, 34 comments,
on Jun 7 6:55 PM 2007. In Life, Sonnet
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