Spring Sonnet Poems

"I fear I wrong this sponsor here whose dagger stabbed my verse, for Brutus 
 is an honorable man."      ...

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There was not in the sky one small patch painted blue
when the sun wrapped in clouds set unnoticed unseen. 
Eerie sounds; what they were, he...

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I hate all things that spring up after rain,
like spring or rhymesters singing spring has sprung,
nor praise I one small fallen finch's pain,
or glory in...

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Life, As I Know It

Life, as I know it goes through four seasons.
Fall, when autumn leaves fall, when problems come,
Struggles, obstacles and finding reasons,
Strength, courage...

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May Mother Nature receive her due
For seasons of splendor each in kind
Contrasts noted in color and format
Starting with spring, her minuses few,
Then, summer in her...

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Collaboration, Constance La France First Sonnet, and, second Sonnet Sotto Poet

Dreamer, can you feel my kiss on your cheek,
the flutter of my hands upon your...

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Sotto Poet, first Sonnet and Constance La France, second Sonnet

Oh Cupid, luscious whiff of magic love,
when "love" comes it is a blissful feeling;
I lay...

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Comparable to the dash of a rare jewel.
The first flash to arise on the land crewel.
They'll be pawns of ice nets for all time.
Recent hope doesn't...

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Four seasons fill the measure of a man
  and each begins its swell of shell and gourd -
O fair laurels of Spring do fleeting...

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Allow the cool air to affect the night opossum.
Daylight, melted snow, and fragrant blossom.
There is no drastic wailing, fierce snow, or lively hail.
Allow water to settle...

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The old rusty gate                                         ...

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   Those days of prime 'neath skies of apple wine,
transformed infatuation into hope,
while nights of Spring, beneath the stars divine,
inspired two vernal lovers...

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My front porch welcomes your return each year.
Built like a Sherman tank with wings - the night
is filled with music to the springtime ear,
the buzz...

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In the tea trees to the whistling song thrush
  I alone hear the first September dawn,
and outside beyond ryegrass, sedge and rush 
 ...

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From toothed alps to McKenzie High Country
  to hardwood alpine forest and fernland,
there rises the jewel Aoraki 
  out of the jagged ice...

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