Sonnet Flying Poems

The beckoning call of the Nightingale
Like the whistle of wind in a sail
Arrives on a spring days tail
And nestles like a cotton ball
Inside a trees...

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"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love." Sophocles, Greek Poet 

How is the tender word love...

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In a house, half-mad, with mother and dad,
And a labyrinth he couldn’t escape -  
He trudged the maze, with a string ball, so sad.
The...

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Every wonder where they come from?
I’m just glad that I still have some.
Sometimes they’re pleasant and seem good,
sometimes vague and misunderstood.

At times they’re funny or...

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Given the incredible gift of wings,
always saw a different perspective;
Soaring high sailing into a nose dive,
you could say her energy’s a buzz bomb;

They never thought...

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I am now "away from the noise,"  
my fruit gum I am chewing.  
Sitting here wondering what the boys,  
could be doing.  

 
 
Now all unpacked,  
a book I...

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My many many thoughts linger, 
in the dusting of the springtime, 
I turn pages with my finger, 
I love to read each loving rhyme. 

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Like laughter, rustling in the trees
Feathered prayers always at ease
Whispering wishes, graceful peace
Joyful wings who will never cease

Honest dreams, always in the air
Gentling those spirits...

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Spring is the time to venture out and play
the pretty flowers are wearing the bees
maybe it is bright and sunny all day
early morning may come...

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Oh she of many lovely looks and names
reflects the golden glories of the day.
Her mythic face points to the western way
an intrepid mascot for freedom's...

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Flakes fly around— of old wishes,
Unfulfilled and still far from dead,
Borne by age-old rickety bed,
Burdens of old dreams still anguish.
In teeming tamas, a lone head,
Old...

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An image a vampire dream would evoke 
Fable stood stunning in a velvet cloak; 
 ‘Inalem what a pleasure to meet you, 
Chance rarely says...

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NATO over Libya

They know the way
where is your servant, they asked? 
Drowned in a moot, he told tales about us
the story was the veracity
Our ***********...

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i Watched wee hummingbird take flight, 
and wondered where her children slept.
As she scurried before dark night,
with ebon hues o'er blossoms crept.

New rose, with soft...

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The old rusty gate                                         ...

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