Italian Sonnet Poems | Italian Sonnet Examples

shakti faculty uncoils awake, rise sacred kundalini life-force stream connecting radiant spiral wheels gleam ecstatic prana floods to paradise creative energy winding serene unifies with cosmic Supreme divine sanctified exposed exalted benign purified individual Soul seen equal masculine and feminine poles high frequency Source liberates powers supersonic singular wisdom grow gracefully presents fertility whole hot bellied alert colour fruity hours spinal...

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A couple soon to be said newly wed, yet swiftly snuck behind the family’s back to swear the vow inside th’old shack, quick forgot’n, buried a secret dread; A reek awaftin’ out a country shed left long and fast behind by Spring-heeled Jack, the stench o’ rot stinkin’ from a sack discovers a soiled corpse ‘n’a mangled head; Well…, they ‘was a...

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I don’t believe ideal love is real… Can castles in the sky be built to last eternities? Or rather burn, as fast as marriage papers (and melt the holy seal)? Besides, I hate to think I’m meant to steal the blueprint to a fortress from my past to use to plan my future, to forecast the whim of winds who caren’t...

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“One being freed from the grip of Ahamkara attains his unmanifest state like the spotless moon becoming full after eclipse.” ~ quote from the Adhyatma Upanishad thoughts seem to arise without volition but mindful eye traces heart as the source wherefrom vibrations emoted in morse seek from mind as symbols, their rendition desires of heart cause intent’s emission but is...

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O’ Hell!…to step aside, to slink along the new-found, unstrolled alley road and leave behind a heavy, long borne load— Who would not, grinning, breathe a sigh of song? InDeed, to risk the chances, Right or Wrong, to journey off the main paths, tippy-toed, and dare the dirty sidetracks, blithely rowed by dank needles, gross junk,—who, but one strong? Our dear protagonist...

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I, 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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What 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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When 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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intermediate 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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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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Like 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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Friend, 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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A 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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Drawing 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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Just 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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