Sonnet Nothing Poems

Oh, the sweetness of doing nothing-
Enjoying the emptiness of time;
The letting go of doing something-
exulting our life- serene, sublime.

Just living in those moments turning
Perhaps to...

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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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In the beauty of the sea, nothing fantastic I see.
Everything, even love, is simple to me.
In my soul, I live low since I cannot transcend...

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What’s happening on the street where we live
Seems same old, same old, feral instincts reign
Self-serving souls, not too eager to give
Distanced from love, trauma bonding...

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Desperate my heart when I long for you
In unknown realms remembering your face
As timeless tears fall, emotions are blue
From days and nights of love's fleeting...

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By morn, and under cerulean skies,
     he rises from sheets and soft pillows of down;
and gives praise; for the Lord is...

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Christ consciousness slowly blossoms within
Our free will merging with the heart spacial 
Third eye brightening by bliss ignition 
Presence witnessing thus Gods miracle

Mind body hollowed...

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For what reason this all-or-nothing thinking?
     Too hot, too cold,—but never in the middle
     I live, a...

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I care not to dream, except about you
For when I'm asleep I still want you there.
If you were not here, then what would I do
My...

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Just as bright as the sun
In a wet rainy morning
Sparks all over I have felt
With those eyes dazzling
Either mine or your turn
All the aspires then...

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BERLIN AIRLIFT .1948-49
You came into my life one summer's day
the beatnik of a Frauline, caring less
of what society might have to say
than seeking out your...

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Abandon all rules of rigidity
Focus on the reader 
Enchant the public of people
Ask the populace to accept 
A sweet word from the pen
Of a poet...

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Heaven Now Felt Empty, Nothing Above


An old cobbler, with nails, soles and new shoes
Who could have guessed his deep, malignant blues?
Sign on his shop, "welcome...

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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun. 
Her skin's mahogany, not regal white. 
She slaps on paints and fillers by the ton, 
and has...

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I Am Laid Bare, Naked With Nothing To Hide

Just how much pain will thee, in hot anger inflict?
Enough that angels of mercy shall fall and...

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