Seven Syllable Sonnet - Poem by Charles Monroe
Greetings from across the seas
Readings from the loss of peace
City full of Boston teas
Pity-fool-less Constantine(s) .
Beautiful as Constant Dreams
Uniform is tossed in streams
Funerals as dark as beams
Universal law's extremes.
Poems, of a nonsense, scream
Poets that are on this screen
No this ain't a thoughtless stream,
Love is in a box this eve.
(12: 01 a.m. L.A. Time 5.26.13)
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Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You