sonnet
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When something goes wrong for you,Just thank the Lord.It might not make sense, but that test is a gift. You need this perspective.It serves as a swordTo protect yourself from the rest of the riff. The Devil of Legend,Appears in your mind.It’s on you to beat him,Like Jesus. In kind.
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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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I always feel much better when I write.But rarely know just what I’ll write about.This poem could go anywhere. It might.I sort of send my soul out first to scout. That’s some alliteration, Ben. Good grief.Yes, but doesn’t it soothe the savage soul?You could have sent a warning shot at least!I would, but see, I’ve…
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By Jones Very How many of the body’s health complain,When they some deeper malady conceal;Some unrest of the soul, some secret pain,Which thus its presence doth to them reveal.Vain would we seek, by the physician’s aid,A name for this soul-sickness e’er to find;A remedy for health and strength decayed,Whose cause and cure are wholly of…
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It occurs to me that fish think all there is Is ocean, and the habitat they know. Be’ng human is so similar to this. Most do not know their power and it shows. I do ‘cause I understand the Bible. I didn’t always! But for sure, now do. You will not find me dead at…
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I rue the recollection of my brain.In fact, I’m almost sure they aren’t stored there.Wherever painful memories remain,They poke and prod and otherwise impair. And I must pave them over with the facts.That God has got me. Everything is fine.I’m only walking on God’s perfect path.I cannot take a step that’s not divine. I hope…
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The Serpent is the Devil, it is true.But you must know that this is metaphor.The Devil isn’t real. In fact, he’s you.The version of you you believe you are— For when we’re born, we’re naked babes in Eden.The Serpent is the way this world confuses.The fruit of the Tree of Knowledge is a lead-in.To all…
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by Jones Verse. I’ve been studying this guy’s poetry lately and this sonnet here put anything I’ve ever written to shame. I’m not coming down too hard on myself. I am a dang good poet. I am better than 99% of the world population. I have a lot to be proud of, but it’s also…
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I’m trying to break all bad habits at once.I prob’ly need to take it sorta slow.It’s just that I cannot wait to confrontThe version of me that I used to know. The guy who got me in this mess himself—A person who right now does not exist—It’s sort of silly to place blame yourselfOn someone…
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Called “The World” that I particularly like. ‘T is all a great show,This world that we’re in,None can tell when ‘t was finished,None saw it begin;Men wonder and gaze throughIts courts and its halls,Like children whose love isThe picture-hung walls. There are flowers in the meadow,There are clouds in the sky,Songs pour from the woodland,The…
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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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You think you love the worldBut really you love God.You think that it’s a lonely road,But alone, you never trod.For God is always with you,Issuing directions from the heart.I know that’s not enlightenment.But I think it’s a start.
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I might be grateful later,Right now I’m angry I exist.I don’t get why I have to suffer.What the heck is this? It’s been over 6 months nowAnd no end to the pain.And I am sick and tired ofComplaining yet again!
Musings of the Mad 