Sonnet April Poems

And even how small the Problems are.
When you know you can't Tell your parents, because they will think you see everything bizarre, it makes them...

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The Fog Local Gems 

Note: one of my oldest poems was written in 1972 when I was 16. Revised as a cherita.

The Fog 
The Fog...

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There’s nothing so fine as a bright April Day
A light breeze blowing through the sycamores
The backyard squirrels have come out to play,
An adventure kind of...

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   T~ This is for all the great master poets of art.
   H~ Having the skills, the words, and the smarts.
...

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This poem is rather difficult to classify. Composed of couplets, written very much in the style of free verse, it might be called a "corrupted...

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as you want

non-existence,
yours,
beautiful/old/beautiful/ugly/young/ death woman/
madam -
it does not make any difference,
It doesn”t

tell me what you want, how you want,
- if it makes you feel good
make...

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APRIL SHOWERS

April showers, not beautiful at all.
Umbrella rent though it was filled with love.
The leaves, like tears, deteriorate, fall.
Looking...Reaching...for comfort from above.

Consolation interrupted. Oh death!
It...

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What is love, and how should I describe it?
A smile, a heart that beats only for me,
A flickering star in your eyes, that lit,
Blue sky,...

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In The Fresh Month of April

There is a finesse expressed in a spring step
When flowers unfurl and come out to impress.
And release fragrances unique to...

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O' That Such Spring Glory Could Last All The Year Round

Rain splattering across bright green lawn this new morn
wetting earthen soil, soaking new baby grass...

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One April day when spring was in the air,
I stepped outside so I might relish it.
I came upon a cherry tree so fair,
beneath its limbs...

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T’was him I saw the day that precedeth,
The child whose labor eats and hunger beats.
His bony body lays covered by death
Eyes wide open, a vague...

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"50 Words for Poe: Marbles"



She returned to her crib in the Asylum
gliding through all the walls covered in 
The Dead Poets' Society writings 
All she...

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Lovely at Your Age 


The thought of years feels remarkably well
Like a hopscotch scheme, tossing, and hopping
In a numbered square where your aim will dwell
In...

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I’ve gone outside to sit nearby my tree,
which bloomed this April, and on the first day!
With pen in hand (the good old-fashioned way)
I pause –...

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