Parents Sonnet Poems

    I have a body till I’m to survive
    to feel myself as a living person 
  ...

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“Lost, special treasures truly break our hearts-
         more so, those honed by our creative arts .”
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A sonnet by this arrant bard, an other,
     whose sole half-brother, a real piece of work,
and single parent (mother like no...

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Caressing breeze should turn into tempest.
And clear off all dust and dirt of nature.
Though buds and blossoms might feel embarrassed
Shouldn't time-twirls whirl each legislature?

I have...

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Smiling at strangers, or saying hello
passing the time, on my walks down the street
with mixed responses, from those you don’t know
some stare at their phones...

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I’m often told I am not good enough,
According to my mom, I do nothing right. 
She yells and insults and leaves in a huff.
Her cruel...

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    When he grows up he wants to be
        a hero in a man’s army
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You may have heard the story of Tom Thumb;
and how he was a tiny little boy.
But what about his sister, Bubble Gum,
she also brought her...

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eternal infancy
enjoyed all his life
indulgent parents
a grown up baby
knowing no strife
odd predicament...

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The beckoning call of the Nightingale
Like the whistle of wind in a sail
Arrives on a spring days tail
And nestles like a cotton ball
Inside a trees...

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~  The Secret To Success: God And Love  ~
 (  Sonnet  )


~O~ 


You can't really succeed without Love 
Love or its...

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Joy of pleasure, a child of poor parents,
Bliss alone founts from a perpetual spring,
Joy fancies scores of fond uncles and aunts, 
Never lasts long the...

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And even how small the Problems are.
When you know you can't Tell your parents, because they will think you see everything bizarre, it makes them...

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I often wondered how I came to be,
Brought up by relatives so far away,
My parents fought, in parting they were free,
My lonely life never indulged...

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Nothing is more precious than a child's love;
innocent, they implicitly trust you.
And they're as pure as the Angels above:
every expectant mother's wish come true.

Nothing feels...

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