Brother Sonnet Poems

"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love." Sophocles, Greek Poet 

How is the tender word love...

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He was not hungry, but, he knew the hunger of each soul.
He knew, many were physically and mentally ill.
The liberation of each soul from their...

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I am now "away from the noise,"  
my fruit gum I am chewing.  
Sitting here wondering what the boys,  
could be doing.  

 
 
Now all unpacked,  
a book I...

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Taunted by luxury, a life of ease.
I struggled to utter the words, “sir, please”?
I’d become distraught by my circumstance.
I saw no way alone; I could...

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(1.)

The Truth Of Dearest Love Sworn, I Ask God How

Over the grit-stained shoulders of ancient marble
Rests a million vagaries of humanity's million sins
Just as earth's...

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I did not want to build as I thought, honestly,
The relationship between us will sure to break;
My brother and I stood, hand in hand, constantly,
With...

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NEUTRALITY

Neutrality ideals fulfilled
But one must be so very skilled
Participating in each dance
Keeping that political stance

Neither one side or the other
Treating all men as a brother
No...

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Spiked Drinks Got Them All So Rolling Drunk

Universe spun out of control and died
The planets sputtered out and then fell
The southern boy liked his chicken...

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Wandering out of place long since this morn.
Wishing on the moon to just be reborn.
A beginning anew healing past scorn. 
Then came the dawning day...

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My many many thoughts linger, 
in the dusting of the springtime, 
I turn pages with my finger, 
I love to read each loving rhyme. 

...

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When December hit on that one beautiful Sunday it snowed.
Children were quite perplexed , adults too seemed excited.
It was the day marked in the calendar...

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Hear them pray for the last time,
their leather boots no protection still.
Listen to the church bell chime.
Hear the men ordering to kill.

Turn off the radio.
Stop...

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The sonnet of my fresh pen from the century of freshmen,
Will the poets be overwhelmed?
Meditating to comprehend my stand 
I couldn't write a couplet for...

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I've said before: all the same colour - less trouble,
we know, stiil other problems which could double;
it's the good and bad syndrome, my irreverent brother,
to...

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Spring is the time to venture out and play
the pretty flowers are wearing the bees
maybe it is bright and sunny all day
early morning may come...

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