Best Petrarch Poems

Behold Beatrice, Pitcairn
the paradise sunsets lie in Tahiti
sunrise, the folly of Easter
islands, sanitoriums, deluded, denuded
limbos and purgatories, the never evermore
Polynesian metaphors transmigrate my mind
O to...

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Cinderella lost her slipper 
while she ran away from the ball 
tripped on a step, had nasty fall, 
her wicked step-sister hit her 
and got...

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One
we go
Two three through
this life for all
they seek the Fifth column
they had a Sixth sense to 
recompense the poor the weak impoverished Ones
Petrarch, Dickens, Marx,...

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"The Wanton Rapture Blazing"

I hear you in the ribbons that sing
tied to poles of gallantry where charged
with acts of misadventure love carried me
to your walls,...

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The meandering Universe or tightly packed with no edges at all
The Universe huge and pulsing enough to give seed to the life forms is packed...

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O’ Word, “My Dolly”
You are not fatherless for my Bibliogenesis
I feel you in my veins Parthesiogennesis
With the traffic-jammed, like an egg unfertilized
In my polluted blood,...

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The tender leaves of Laurel trees, reveals a name so rare,
a crown made of chartreuse shades is believed to show you care.
In the fourteenth century...

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Grandpa raised me to listen to the whisper of grace, tracing out miracles on the edge of my faith… by poet

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Grandpa had hair like salt...

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The muse inspires her inmost poet:
when moved by divine breath she composes
sonnets of three quatrains and one couplet
with such grace that we send her red...

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Laura Contest

Latin for “Laurel” was a tall, strong tree,
Queens crowned with such honor and victory,
Poet Petrarch in love with the beauty,
Beloved Laura,  fourteenth ...

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Sonneteer Petrarch, with
      Shakespeare, set the standards:
   so little space - fourteen
      ...

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Weird finger on my wall,
  Dripping ink of silly words,
Your lines embraced obscurity,
 Reading no originality
Write your lines like legends,
 Not far beyond legends,
Of...

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I'm the sonneteer of another era,
Struggling for fame and dreaming of glories...
Living free in prosperous America,
Where there's hunger for interesting stories.


Invite me to share yours...

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“Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent's Narrow Room”
by William Wordsworth

Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with...

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Dear Reader,

Greetings! I hope you are having a wonderful day, or evening if you are just reading this.
No, really, from the depths of my soul,...

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