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Shakespeare's 154 Sonnets (Completed )
Shakespeare's Sonnets is the title of a collection of 154 sonnets by William Shakespeare, which covers themes such as the passage of time, love, beauty and mortality. The first 126 sonnets are addressed to a young man; the last 28 to a woman. The sonnets are almost all constructed from three quatrains, which are four...
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Sonnets Written by Olan L. Smith
I am moving many of my singly published poems into collections, and in this collection will reside all my sonnets I have written, and will write in the future--I hope you enjoy. Love, peace, and freedom, Olan L. Smith aka Cotton Jones. (Cover credit, Olan L. Smith; c. 2012. The number 14 symbolizes the number lines us...
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Carmel Reflections
Ever wonder what it's all about? I need to try and work it out. I'll just begin with the deer. This is about what and who and where strength comes from.
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Amour, French pieces
à la surface de la vie sur la vitre glacée la buée de ta bouche fait fondre les gouttes de soleil tu doutes émerveillée et il te prend la main et il te fait entrer
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Fragments And Reflections
Poems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, like a scrapbook of poetry.
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THE GOOD OVEN *Wattpad Featured* (aka 'Re Ply')
#6 Spiritual. Wattpad Featured. The battle for life and the winning of love, from World War 1 to the Millennium. A collection of (very) short real life stories and one or two poems. 'Waiting for Fred Astaire,' 'No Child of Mine,' and other memories were given to me by wonderful women and men who taught me everything...
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Wife
A spat over access rights. I maintained he had no right to enter, let alone stay, he refused to leave.
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Mind Shadows ©
In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my echo in the echoing wood-- A lord of nature weeping to a tree, I live between the heron and the wren, Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den. From--"In a Dark Time" by Theodore Roethke
