Tag: sonnet
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February 09, 2008 03:21 AM EST --
Trawling
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The sun has set, and, now the tide has turned,
The fleet of trawlers sails out from the port;
While from the beach the tourists have adjourned
For lobster . . .
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April 25, 2008 11:28 AM EDT --
The Scaffold
Superficial? The fragile scaffolding
Leant lightly on the tower's rising flanks -
A web of tubing, spigots, wooden planks,
Cross-braces, . . .
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May 16, 2008 04:39 AM EDT --
The Third Hole
Plink! (like hammer tapping a bottle of coke)
The sweet-spot of the titanium wood
Propels the ball further than you thought it could.
You strike . . .
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October 23, 2007 02:31 PM EDT --
for Ed Nudelman, Gather´s most prolific poet troubador and my dear friend in the emptiness. This poem is as much about weathering brickbats in the real world as in the virtual. . . .
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February 01, 2008 07:33 AM EST --
Hopper Visits a Diner
Her hands for warmth enfold the coffee cup.
Remembering her pale translucent skin,
The veins that bear the cool blue blood . . .
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March 22, 2008 01:33 AM EDT --
Poetry Form: Sonnet
I am not young, my eyes they do grow old
I invite twelve friends -- partake my last Sup:
Let`s fight over my writings when I am cold
A life support . . .
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January 13, 2007 02:06 AM EST --
When I consider how my light is spent,
E're half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide,
Lodg'd with me useless, though my Soul more bent
To serve therewith . . .
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September 02, 2007 10:16 PM EDT --
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Where the freeway onramp ends, there we'll park
and open doors to wild plum trees bent with birth
upon limbs, amid leaves, beyond the fence girth;
we'll take white pails from the trunk while . . .
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January 07, 2008 01:22 PM EST --
Purgatory
The ocean of guilt, deep and turbulent . . .
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January 26, 2008 04:11 AM EST --
Hell
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While mourners stand and weep upon the Earth
Before Almighty God your soul is weighed.
His agents have been watching since your birth
And judgement . . .
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January 27, 2008 02:59 PM EST --
In the Supermarket
Is he a footman or a charioteer?
A few yards down the aisle his busy wife
Selects the treats and staples for their life,
The trolley . . .
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May 21, 2008 03:55 AM EDT --
A few years ago I visited Omaha Beach and the immaculately maintained American cemetry at Coleville-sur-Mer. It was a deeply moving experience, prompting these thoughts:
Meditation . . .
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August 18, 2008 03:26 PM EDT --
A sonnet for my students.......
The World is Waiting
The world is waiting, but not just for you.
That audience is never satisfied,
Grasping voraciously for something . . .
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October 23, 2008 03:51 AM EDT --
Eagle
As when the tuning fork and string vibrate
As one, or eyes meet when first lovers realise
They are in love and cry in shared surprise,
Behold a harmony . . .
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November 27, 2008 05:13 AM EST --
Self-Portrait
I meet the mirrored man's appraising gaze
And focus on the pupils. In return
They peer as if attempting to discern
The nature of . . .
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January 16, 2009 12:05 PM EST --
Sonnets befuddle me. I know one thing, in part thanks to Billy Collins , a sonnet contains fourteen lines. There are many different variations of the sonnet. You'll see in mike . . .
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July 25, 2009 04:09 AM EDT --
The Bird-Watcher
The wild and unselfconscious birds take feed
From hanging trays. The sparrows reject more
Than they will ever eat or take to store.
I watch them choose . . .
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June 24, 2006 12:01 AM EDT --
Sunlight shimmers on foam capped waves of blue;
Seagulls fly with the salty ocean breeze;
I am consumed in the presence of you:
I feel myself thaw from winter's freeze.
We run and frolic . . .
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September 10, 2007 09:26 PM EDT --
Our tragedy unfolds in these few lines.
Structures piece words into art and beauty.
Miracles happen within these confines,
as we perform our passion's duty.
We lay siege to the page--deftly wielding . . .
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August 07, 2007 01:43 PM EDT --
For Nathan Schauer, poet, writer, teacher and friend
I´ll not speak of the thing, though it´s
Hurled between us like the sun's bright disc.
I´ll live as if it can´t . . .
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