Sonnet. Poems - Poems about Sonnet.

When asked what smell they like, most people name sweet flowers’ fragrance or aroma of fresh baking bread, but one smell has no fame, yet it is one I personally love. I still remember all so long ago when gas stations emitted quite a scent. I know not why today this isn’t so; one day away the gas station’s scent went. My dad...

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I lived once in a land before the light where shadows ruled and terror was the king Sable dark did fall upon me every night and flittermouse did brush me with their wing. There was no day to shine away the fear so terror ruled, malignant, endless black; eyes closed or open, demons still appear and, as in life, to stab me...

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through the waking, dreaming and deep sleep states memory offers continuity as we weave our way through life’s wispy gates birthing feeling of perpetuity the light of our Self illumines the soul which in turn enlivens the ego mind but mavericks any we feel not whole until we leave fears and desires behind attuned to Self in cave of heart aflame life...

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Uh huh Jambalaya Uh oh Crawdad gumbo That spice It’s Cajun nice Girl there With long blonde hair She’s flame and can’t be tamed Legs long Bayou beat song So nice Red beans and rice Real sweet With pepper heat Hot day Shrimp etouffee So real She makes me feel Her eyes Beautiful lies Much more Oh I adore Love taste Rush passion’s haste Salt sweet Such tender meat De-sire Swamp born fire Hunger Never sated Give me What she plated Eat till I’m full to burst Need her A voodoo curse ...

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In the cave of our heart, God Himself dwells, as the light that lights all lights in this world. God’s language is love, which ego misspells, hoping we’ll be in winds of desires twirled. So dark lust or love, which one do we choose, determines either descent or ascent and by sidestepping each ego spawned ruse, our aura glows on granting joy...

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Things bloom more beautiful when breaking down. The nave now ploughs through foams of flowering trees, a frozen caravel. Kissed by the breeze, the river surface suddenly seems to frown exquisitely. The apse’s jaunty crown of weeds above one (sightless) eye would please romantic poets. What was once a friese lies strewn about, a shaley shanty-town. We love whatever withers, atrophies. To see...

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I have seen and heard of love in another land! A voice that made me and my mind feel at peace So I must make my words come from my heart and lips by taking a stand! The Destiny is a foreshadowing of our hearts coming to each other in a physical piece True love begins with communication and...

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The ultimate process is living life. We can learn everything through love and strife. It’s not just the content that fills each day, Living in the moment teaches the way. Find your true self and learn secrets untold, Inside is wisdom and truth to behold. Overcoming struggles helps us to grow. Learning to love helps us go with the flow. Created uniquely one...

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We two chose a night out on our first date joining street Carnival on procession. All were in festive mood to celebrate from some...

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When I read your words, I feel a sense of peace! The words are pleasant and offer me a chance to feel love! Each time we speak, I feel your heart sharing with me a piece! The words are of magnificent bliss like the beauty of a dove! The sea is between us, but our hearts are connecting with...

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Oh my dear peerless and unhusked paddy, ...

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Who can remember the first time we felt the beat of our heart? Was it when we first kissed or had it broken? Possibly, it was when we were first told about the metaphorical love of the heart! Maybe it was when we used it as appreciation for one’s token! Whether it beats in the light or the rain! The...

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Every wonder where they come from? I’m just glad that I still get some. Sometimes they’re pleasant and seem good, sometimes vague and misunderstood. At times they’re funny or bizarre, like riding on a shooting star. Often it seems they’re teaching me, past life lessons I didn’t see. Sometimes one seems like dejavu, in another time I was you. Then there was one, I wasn’t...

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Is it an eternal furnace of coal? Is it the murky dark night of my soul? Is it a fathomlessly hollow well? Is my ego as perilous as hell? Is it power and strength in their fullness? Is it existence in its absurdness? From this coffin, could I ever return? Herein, would I perpetually burn? Are days in ego unendingly nights? Does affliction, herein,...

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As I awoke, eyes still laden, dreaming of a pretty maiden. Laying quietly, still in my bed. It was real not just in my head. As the light streaked through the window, heart beating like a crescendo. I felt the joy of love at last, in this love, I’ll willingly bask. The sharing, caring, and daring. The glancing and trance like starring. The thought came...

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