sonnets
Sonnets
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by Jones Very I’m really enjoying reading through Very’s catalogue of poetry. I looked to find a man who walked with God,Like the translated patriarch of old;–Though gladdened millions on His footstool trod,Yet none with him did such sweet converse hold;I heard the wind in low complaint go byThat none his melodies like him could…
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The 30th in a series of sonnets. You can probably search the rest on this blog if you’re interested. Some numbers have two poems because I didn’t like the original. They say that you must be open to loveTo find it in another solemn soul.Before you put another soul aboveYou first have to learn how…
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A lovely Twitter follower suggested “worms” as the topic for a sonnet so I obliged. They told me you had brain worms. That’s too bad. You see, I believe in Karma, but don’t judge. It’s not on me to make sure you are glad. The One you need’s inside you and won’t budge. I really…
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“Why don’t I write a sonnet for a change?”I said to the man I’m supposed to be.He really is me. It might seem strange?My soul is who I am and who is me. And my soul is you in element’ry ways.See everything is One, my son. It’s true.Shakespeare would never write this but okay.I’ll steal…
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First sonnet in quite awhile. It’s one of my better ones I think. I haven’t written sonnets in awhile. I just stepped out to see if I could breathe. I stopped but I ain’t really changed my style. The poetry abides and dwells in me. If you could feel it too, well then you’d get…
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Every little sound that strikes my ear Pleases me like nothing else I know. Sweet melodic noises I can hear They rock my senses — rock me to-and-fro. And maybe that is why we call it Rock. No other music soothes me quite the same. From forth my speakers cometh quite a shock That then…
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I yearn to know as much as I can learn A gift, this age is, to a probing mind And one should learn the right things to discern Or else you aren’t learning, you are blind. In order to expand you have to grow And grow your base of knowledge and of facts. Our brains…
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Come gather round, children. There’re stories to tell. My time here is finite. And yours a springwell. We shall talk Beowulf Grendel, his foe— We shall talk Shakespeare And Normans And Rome. And we shall talk England And harbors of tea. A great many things Have I to tell thee. So come gather round let…
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Soar, a song by the ambient rock group Poison Ice Cream. VERSE ONE Wish that you could be a part of meas I take off to the sky YOU’LL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART YOU SEEAND ONLY WE KNOW WHY I WILL NOT EVER FORGET THE DAYYOUR BODY GLUED TO MINE SOME WILL SAY THAT…
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In every single form of life on Earth Exists the exact same spark of self-awareness Even those confused about the worth Of every other creature can’t deny this. One human fault is that most are blind To anyone’s experiences other than ours. An inherent flaw that leaves us all behind As other creatures congregate with…
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Some people think (if that’s what you can call it) There are certain things That no one can know for sure Because they don’t know them. They ask no questions. They believe no evidence. And sometimes the same people Think that they know very unknowable things. These are dangerous people And they surround us. Be…
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Upon a night unlit by moon or star, I gazed upon the visage of a lass. And though the night was cold and she was far, I still could see her image through the glass. I set aside the mirror and I thought Of everything surrounding her, I’d seen. It settled in my brain and…
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Amidst the Misty Mountains lived a Hobbit and his horde Of gold and jewels and silver And some sentimental swords. Once he traveled far from home To take back, with the dwarves, Their gold, their glory and their realm. A dragon — their reward. Smote the dragon someone did, This hobbit and his friends Took…
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I’m tired of being the same Of chances never taken. Of dreams of borrowed fame From which I’ll never awaken. And you out there, you see, Just being and existing.All I want to be Is with you and persisting.
Musings of the Mad 