War Italian Sonnet Poems

Tonight, I won’t write anything at all…
I’m throwing in my quill,—who am I fooling?—
I’m throwing in my keyboard, overruling
my instinct for seriousness,—o how small

and earnestly...

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Planting my flag atop my sonnet’s peak
and outward gazing at the vales below,
I hear the rambling rivers, feel the faux
flow and fumble of their groping...

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Throughout the night distressed, unblessed by sleep, 
I turn and writhe and toss, and vainly watch
The seconds and the minutes slowly stretch
To hours; and long...

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A place where peace should reign, yet terror grows.
A paradise where blood and children lie.
A beach where young boys played and now men die,
with liquid...

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A poet's flowing poems uplift the souls
     of men and sing of legends small and great,
     of...

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Taming a warrior no end in sight                  ...

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War is a sickness that kills one by one,
you never know it's coming until - BAM!
It will sneak up on you like a hit man,
and...

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This Christmas started out just the same 
as all thee other one's I mean mom 
baking her famous fruit cake 
while my two aunt argue...

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Daddy's underemployed cain't pay all the BILLS
When it gets so hard U see y people STEAL
Trust Me Bruh, I know how ya FEEL
Exhausted from runnin,...

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The streets are empty
the birds stop singing
the children are not playing
the people look wan and scanty

the brooks are dry and frusty
the water taste blood and...

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I am armed and fighting my battle. I am bombarded
by disturbed thoughts running through my
mind. My mind is leashing out expressing itself
as an insane leader....

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Just once, I would like to battle the queen,
Experiencing your bite and your bark.
Think that you are able to leave your mark?
Then, it will be...

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i JUST TURNED TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS OLDED.  MY FIRST AND ONLY

LOVE WAS IN NINTEEN NINTY-NINE.  SHE WAS THE VERY ESSENCE OF TRUE

LOVE TO ME....

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There hangs the painting on a once vacant wall
Unmoved and unnoticed by any single man
Painted by someone who died in a short span  ...

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They live in mortal sin and shame
Between the lines of old and new
As us the righteous good and few
See infidels who aren't the same
How dare...

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