Sonnet Riddle Poems

When songs of joy are sung, deep and full-throated,
     Gay lines of cheer blissfully oft' may spring;
but songs sung happily hide...

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Written: February 28, 2024
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Mayhem prevails as calm...

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Unseen is the dark sky midst the pitch darkness. Owls howl-hoot.
Vampire bats fly around. I sit, staring at the red moon.
What has happened to me?...

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Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life.

Are two beings of any species perfectly the same?
Could the resemblance of a thing be...

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Was She Crazy Or Had This World Gone Mad

As fantastic glitter flowed into a fast beating heart
she her dearest fantasy dared to not again relive
all...

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Most all have known me, a few know me well.
Ask people about me, here’s what they’d tell.
Sometimes when happy or sad I appear.
Here’s who I...

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When Searching Depths Of Mind Questions Its Own Sanity

Go to the green, green blades of grass
Speak and watch the sunbeams obey
There in the mountain top,...

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There In Morning Sun, Hope Circled Enticing Dreams


From inside gaping jaws, golden honey slow drips
its taste as if bitter hell came with deadly judgment
life turned...

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Fed but little, I have still written much,
Not bound to some code or a stale cliche.
My poetry springs from organic touch.
How odd - for 'tisn't...

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What curious charge to press 'pon lover -
that he "overthinks" - therein his mistake.
When he feels fire difficult to cover,
while innocent passions keep him awake.

The...

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I used to know of sex as a gender 
That gives differentiation to human face 
Then my heart was a pure shelf so tender 
Studying...

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I was hovering across a brook that echoed slump.
I was inspiring a hoary praxis out of camp.
The river, with its vibrant species, reflects my pain.
It...

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This may seem lame. 
Let’s make it a game.
I’ll give you a clue.
You try to guess who.

Proceeding my entrance by just a short while,
Is often...

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My imagination is like a camera.
It captures the best moments of time.
But those images present an enigma. 
On scribbled letters hopes are enshrined.

The intense happiness...

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I smiled, when I went to school first,
And I cried and bloomed a riddle;
Kids asked if it was for my thirst,
But I gazed when girls...

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