Life Crown Of Sonnets Poems

Sonnet I

In realms of emerald hush, where sunlight strains
Through veils of green, a silent throng takes root,
A clovered congregation on the plains,
Their stoic forms a...

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#12: Space Ghost-ed

Let's naught add to Space's new oddities,
we've space between our ears, with a spare room.
Silos hushed ... Grace spots our credulities,
our space mid-ear's...

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As Barbarossa roars into the East.
its southern barb cut swiftly to the core.
And as it raged the slaughtering increased,
consuming any force that stood before.
His swift...

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#11: Space Race Revised

X-X Bethlehem, then Jerusalem, He'll lay,
slides from angel wings through hourglass timeless
inquiry, that constant without delay
spatial values in place of life ......

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One of nature's pleasant, worthwhile assets,
Achillidesbianor Cramer, old
Latin a bearer of birth called, genus, 
name, Chinese peacock, the Papilio 
butterfly, Papilionidae lure
six pink bird-shaped spots slumber body...

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#9:  Days of Paper Roses

Do the numbers--dogs don't count--just survives!
Then everything, be as close enough, still,
of this and that, thoughts begin and end, thrives,
truth...

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Written By:  D. Collins 3/27/24


Watching the dark sky turn from night to day.
The sun that soon follows warms us with its rays.
There's nothing 'mo...

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As strangleweeds ghost life manifestly,
caused by an Atropa belladonna
exposé mind-bending, marijuana
bears parallel outcomes, yet, it's deathly,
Greek myth Atropos cuts the thread of life
belladonna, a woman...

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Love alone is real and that’s life’s gist
but imagining we’re distanced from source,
grace that uplifts, we begin to resist,
opting instead to employ use of force.
Mistaken...

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I

Forever doomed as villains causing pain,
Condemned as the outlaws of cruel kinds—
What an old prejudice, mindless refrain
Repeated ad nauseam, heavy that grinds,
And error all the...

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Written By:  D. Collins 3/2/24


Every person should know they did something in life.
Produced something special and nourished it right.
Taught them good from bad and...

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Written By:  D. Collins 2/26/24


When I hear "a country of immigrants" I wince in pain.
Because one ethnic group traveled here in chains.
They didn't walk...

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Each time soul’s reborn, it begins anew,
with memory of its past life wiped clean,
feeling vividly each hue as though new,
truth of existence attempting to glean.
Love’s...

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They'll pity you, or, think you're a bad a**,
as they sheathe you, roughly, embodiment
of your presence, thus the Witches' Hair typecasts,
in essence, the strangleweed, acts...

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Colorful butterflies, shadow's midst light,
impressively, true blue male hue, in spite
of the female shadows in a brown hue,
yet, it's the white margin, brilliant sky blue
the...

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