Long Petrarch Poems

“Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent's Narrow Room”
by William Wordsworth

Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with their pensive citadels;
Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his...

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Dear Reader,

Greetings! I hope you are having a wonderful day, or evening if you are just reading this.
No, really, from the depths of my soul, my spirit waves a double-handed "Hi!" to yours.
Come, bring your...

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Behold Beatrice, Pitcairn
the paradise sunsets lie in Tahiti
sunrise, the folly of Easter
islands, sanitoriums, deluded, denuded
limbos and purgatories, the never evermore
Polynesian metaphors transmigrate my mind
O to graze with the deer, dear
the tree never falls silently
lizards scatter,...

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The meandering Universe or tightly packed with no edges at all
The Universe huge and pulsing enough to give seed to the life forms is packed rock into a ball
The Universe did it know all along...

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"The Wanton Rapture Blazing"

I hear you in the ribbons that sing
tied to poles of gallantry where charged
with acts of misadventure love carried me
to your walls, I wrote on them then, as I do now
to trace...

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O’ Word, “My Dolly”
You are not fatherless for my Bibliogenesis
I feel you in my veins Parthesiogennesis
With the traffic-jammed, like an egg unfertilized
In my polluted blood, my desire streepteased.
The world is made up of things that...

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Grandpa raised me to listen to the whisper of grace, tracing out miracles on the edge of my faith… by poet

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Grandpa had hair like salt and pepper
His hands were old and wrinkled from time
As was...

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The tender leaves of Laurel trees, reveals a name so rare,
a crown made of chartreuse shades is believed to show you care.
In the fourteenth century poet Petrarch adored his beloved’s mystery,
she was a queen with...

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Cinderella lost her slipper 
while she ran away from the ball 
tripped on a step, had nasty fall, 
her wicked step-sister hit her 
and got laughed at by the other, 
but, Cinders, did not care...

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Laura Contest

Latin for “Laurel” was a tall, strong tree,
Queens crowned with such honor and victory,
Poet Petrarch in love with the beauty,
Beloved Laura,  fourteenth  century.

So many years, nothing but love for her,
Laura was his...

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The death of once-great swans I oft' lament;
     and ask in vain, “Where have all the bards gone?”
No more are written lines as eloquent
     as in the...

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The muse inspires her inmost poet:
when moved by divine breath she composes
sonnets of three quatrains and one couplet
with such grace that we send her red roses.
Iambic lines by fourteen, five beats per line
she strings together...

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I'm the sonneteer of another era,
Struggling for fame and dreaming of glories...
Living free in prosperous America,
Where there's hunger for interesting stories.


Invite me to share yours as thrills resume;
I will give my opinion anytime,
But perfect syllables...

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QUIET murmurs where we sat
and spoke about it

How the world is losing love
and kindness

You told me you loved me
and now there are tears.

I may not always see you
and sometimes we doubt it

Angels above will surely...

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If nobody speaks of remarkable things


Consciousness hides behind curtains of sleep,
Bright lights dim in the cerebral gloom,
Thoughts of tomorrow hold no credible guise,
A vacuum grows in the cognitive womb.
Fantasies slip into nothingness,
Dreams disperse on the...

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Weird finger on my wall,
  Dripping ink of silly words,
Your lines embraced obscurity,
 Reading no originality
Write your lines like legends,
 Not far beyond legends,
Of which Shakespeare put on the crown of immortality,
Petrarch, the gown...

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