Sonnet Language Poems

TO NALLUM IN YOUR GLIST


“I don’t understand you.” She, with pandled lips and gaze forlorn,
While I, becrimbled, sought to straff my meaning, bonsting ever stronger....

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Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way.
In heedless youth, with innocence bedight,
The heart's true freedom, by time,...

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I see girls send each other cards and cake,
Condolences or hugs, the sweetest rhymes,
Given as free as breath, to share or take,
True friendship’s memories of...

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From Wales or Suffolk, claims knowledge of literature,
looking at sheep is far from just being some easy cure;
ever heard of Dylan Thomas, of course -...

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Let me be a rose onto thy name 
place a frivol kiss upon my rouge 
wild as a breath of life I'm never tame ...

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Love Language

The words “I love you” seem strangers to your lips
Not falling with the ease of rain from Heaven’s eyes
Compliments share no home – seem...

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It was designed in order to break up their food,
 but could be used adversely according to mood,  
 most things I say are...

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Oh! THOU art lost and gone perhaps forever
By equi-vocal pronoun now replaced 
Where once were I and THOU in shared endeavour
Abandoned and neglected left to...

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I
Do you know more than you can say, little Baby?
Before you were born, got that first breath, where were you?
Sometimes you gaze past me, gurgle,...

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Korean Blues Crown of Sonnets
I have been dealing? with Things Korean
?for almost 40 years now 
dealing ?with a once exotic land?
now my second homeland
?first came...

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You closed my mouth with a safety pin,
And I spoke to you in the language of the dew drops,
A tale of treachery saw my act...

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Ma langue française n'est pas assez bonne pour 
te dire ce que je veux tellement à dire. 
Les mots sont nécessaires pour tout l'amour, 
surtout...

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What king forsakes the ruling of his heart
To bow before a queen of cruel sting
Who takes but six sharp bites and then departs
When west wind...

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I can find no galaxies in your eyes
So desperate, fervently, I may seek
No single star, no glow, fills your dark skies
No lovely nebulae of which...

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Quis? Ego
~ on the anointing of Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson

So what if it was just a drunken dare
Quis? Ego! Made at Eton long ago
I...

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