DismorphedI, looking in the mirror yesterday,
witnessed distorted eyes replacing mine;
and, too, the lips and nose, as if a sign,
seemed bent crooked, misaligned in some way.
And, as I, squinting, gazed on that display,
an unheeding hand groped at the outline
of the coldly reflective glass confine.
I watched it slowly mangle the red-clay
body which, lifeless, answered my dead stare.
Tearing...
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Categories:
body, depression, gender, identity,
Form: Italian Sonnet
What Makes me SmileWhat makes me smile?—For one: the grin of life;
but, too, its touch of giggle grazing on
my ticklish skin,—Though soon again withdrawn,
yet long lingers in memory, full, rife.
This makes me smile—(the laughter of a leaf
fluttering through the airs of yawning dawn.
I think it now, though next I’ll find it gone,
but note the chimes of...
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Categories:
appreciation, beauty, celebration, emotions,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Magnetic pull of blissWhen distanced from source we feel incomplete,
which involuntarily births intent
to be still, being our way to repent,
that thus by surrendering at God’s feet,
invoking grace we sense magnetic heat,
signalling God has accorded consent,
for our pristine soul’s heavenward ascent,
in bliss mists, leaving heart feeling upbeat.
The cause behind all causes, is this pull,
being simply stated, God’s magnetism,
rapture beyond...
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Categories:
spiritual,
Form: Italian Sonnet
comprehending non-dualityintermediate truths will do for now
involving dissolution of ego
staid stillness reveals what mind cannot know
by direct touch, God wisdom does endow
kundalini rises if we allow
whence sailing in the boat which God does row
spirit repays debts of love which we owe
clear sight’s bestowed when to His will we bow
ego vaporises yet we remain
we as living...
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Categories:
spiritual,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Be Mine?I’d say I know my partner pretty well:
She’s cool, so smooth, and outshines every light?
that merely grazes her—O’! what a sight!
If just that you could see what I can’t tell!
My partner is that holy, hallowed well!—
A muse and martyr, wisp and wanton sprite,
if you could catch an honest glimpse, you might
then think I’ll...
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Categories:
desire, drink, humor, introspection,
Form: Italian Sonnet
NightscapeLike tufts of cotton colored red and rosy
And scattered through the baby sky at light
Eve’, twilight clouds are whirling around the white
moon, orbiting their spoke, all lush and lazy;
Or strands of cloth sent fluttering a’mosey
through late afternoon drowsying near night,
and circling about, like crimson kites in flight,
a beaming moon, swirling afloat and hazy;
The heavens,...
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Categories:
beauty, moon, nature, night,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Under the SurfaceFriend,
Silence listens,—every thought we think,
each new feeling which soundless trickles by,
the twinge of untold pain, the snuck-in sigh,
are registered within the margin’s ink
Friend,
Silence listens (better than your shrink),—
in worries sunken deep below the “I”,
the subterranean soul, the scrying spy,
dutifully encodes each missing link.—
Observe the...
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Categories:
conflict, humanity, hurt, introspection,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Looking to the HarvestA lunar luster spills a silvershine
cascade of nebulating moonshine lilt
onto a night-time field, drawing a quilt
of pale radiance over the still vine.
A myriad of glowing serpentine
twines sleep.—but, slithering round its stout stilt,
a wakeless plant is working out its tilt.—
It’s fruit will not be ripe enough for wine.
So see I, amidst the flourishing grape,
the withering...
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Categories:
care, death, environment, garden,
Form: Italian Sonnet
The dance divineDrawing in energies in our heart’s core,
the manifest universe disappears,
yet each soul within exists without fears,
having seen this epiphany before.
Poised in the void, ready for an encore,
intent of spontaneity appears,
whence we exhale, applauded by loud cheers,
making kinetic life, since heart seeks more.
Breathing in and out, we thus go about,
driven by an impulse flowing from God,
love...
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Categories:
spiritual,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Luxury ItemJust how long does a steaming lobster sob?
How terribly do boiling limbs and guts
burn? Like a million simultaneous cuts?
When does its sweltering heart cease to throb?
On who’s authority do humans rob
that creature of its life? Have we the rights?
—the rights to cook a living being? Nights,
(countless), have I questioned this brutish...
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Categories:
animal, conflict, hurt, obituary,
Form: Italian Sonnet
DisorderYou may—I might—theywill—some ‘won’t’—just say:
“Living’s a walnut begging to be cracked!”
And if-or when-but why-sosoon-the impact
of such a soundstatement will hardly weigh?
on the forget- fret- fear-ful kind of gray
dispositions who dwell on the abstract
(no)tion of (this)regard or a(n/a)tacked
self sobbing in the corner of the day.—
Re—again—jected once one final more,
such spirits spurn the sense ‘security’,
to cling...
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Categories:
conflict, crazy, emotions, hurt,
Form: Italian Sonnet
WhipI need a break, a minute’s breath of space;
The furious tempo driving me along,
a fussy temper, fervent all day long
to strive, stress, toil, scramble to keep the pace—
—the pace of a spent poet keeping face;—
enough to numb a hand that once inked strong
words, and made paper sound loud as a gong.—
and what a base...
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Categories:
art, confidence, creation, inspiration,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Stars Danced Around the Somber MoonA sudden darkness veiled the world below.
Luna was defused by a shadowed sky,
giving cause for Earth to be wrought with woe.
Something strange caused the night to go awry
as a shroud covered moonlight's golden glow.
My pulse quickened at the phenomenon.
I inhaled the floral scent of roses.
Snowflakes drifted over garden and lawn.
Like a fairytale that one composes,
it...
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Categories:
moon, rose,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Ode to BeerO’ fluid friend,—
—O’ liquid lover, please
embrace me, soothe my sootheless, stranded soul—,
—caress my restless thoughts, and set them still.—
O’ sap of spirit,—
—sweet sip of ambrose!
O’ potent potion,—
—O’ magic mixture, daze
me, dazzle me, nuzzle me, numb my frill
fringes |—...
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Categories:
appreciation, celebration, desire, drink,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Backyard OutbackWithin a crack in grisly clouds one night
I briefly glimpsed the redish-orange hue
of the Australian desert poking through—
pillars of bunched up puffs, in the colored light
of a sleepy sun’s rosy rays,—and the might
of such a sight struck my soul’s drowsy blue.
So suddenly my heavy spirit flew
like a falcon to that unequaled height.
And soon returning...
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Categories:
beauty, color, metaphor, nature,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Specific Types of Italian Sonnet Poems
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