sonnets
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When I’m in pain I write, I write, I write. It somehow helps me handle hurtful times. And if it’s ever dark, I’ll craft a light It’s often helpful, cleverly, to rhyme. I pen these words in anguish but not fear For whom among us fears death who hath lived? And I learn how although…
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Searching for the Holy Grail for years now. Looking in the likeliest of places. Where art thou oh cup of Christ anointed? Where art thou oh glass of Heaven’s Graces? Under rock and tree and over mountains Seems you would be easier to find. I even looked at SATCO one time Downtown. I wish the…
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This pandemic’s got me going mad. It really feels like it will never end. I’ve tried to use the excess time I’ve had To be productive to productive ends. If you’re like me you’re losing half your mind Just trying to keep busy and keep safe. This isolation is a galling grind. And public recreation…
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There’s a magic flowing through Each and every thing. I wish that you could feel its pow’r It shakes my living be’ng. It doesn’t differentiate No ‘isms’ or ‘otries’— It doesn’t care how ignorant You just happen to be We’ll never know, for instance, And can’t hazard a guess, What fungi say to old oak…
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We came over to Utopia But could not recognize it. A blissful land ‘o plenty Then thought we would supersize it. ‘Manifest Destiny,’ We called it with no shame. We called the natives savages And then, their lands, we claimed. We didn’t know we didn’t know And then assumed the right To push…
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Familiar wafts of scent flow from her hair—A hug elicits flashbacks in your mind.A Pink Floyd concert back in ‘94—A moment frozen in its place and time. Her breasts, pressed against your chest as ifShe wants to send a message with her bust.And suddenly you recall regal riffsWhich play inside your head. Their lovely lust—…
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Whenever there is sorrow there is pain And in-between them moments you could fly And I just get this feeling in my brain That I can make a difference ere I die. And that’s what motivates me, thus, to grow. I’m learning how to be much more of me. I’m trying to learn all there…
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Never have I been the least bit sane, Nor have I feigned to ever be. When I hear you say “Stay within your lane.” Well, that just doesn’t make much sense to me. Because I have no lane, love, I’ve the road Going in both directions all at once. You see the path I’m on…
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A sonnet daily ‘bout the whims of one— A hopeless lover longing to find love— Of broken hearts and broken wills, so fun— Poetry is man’s most potent drug. A poem will keep you healthy, Whitman says. As long as one dines nightly in the nude. As for one’s opus, always edit, yes. For one…
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I pour my heart into my verse, and why? Because sometimes I can’t contain my thoughts. I have to have an outlet, thus I write. My words just start to flow—there are a lot. Thus spilling o’er the brim they go with haste. Collect in pools of misery and pain. I sip from them but…
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The young pale moon reminds me of your eyes.Your lips, my love, the reddest kind of rose.Your smile reminds me of my highest highs.Your silken hair, a river, as it flows. How do I measure to such loveliness?I have my wit, my charm but little more.How do I woo a creature straight from Venus?When I’m…
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If love is all you’ve got I have enough Please bring me something challenging to me As difficult a problem as you’ve got And I will solve it expeditiously. The only time I’ve loved was in my youth The only time I’ve lost to a degree. I wish that then I realized the truth.…
Musings of the Mad 