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  301.     

Prelude To A Greater Story

Prelude to a greater story
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By the river we lay
exchanged kisses sweeter than water
let the soft wind caress
our naked bodies entwined
as one full romantic sonnet
remained unwrit
we were as it would be
lovers in nature
set in the scene
all we desired to be
 
Matthew Holloway

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  302.     

Two Or Three Of Us Can Write This Poem

Me, myself, I, you, yourself and them can write this poem,
Pure with no prejudice or self elation.
We will write it beautifully well like an Arabian sonnet.

From different views we will all see beauty.
Maybe black, maybe white.
Maybe hot, maybe cold

For it is in this expression that we find joy and that is why we poets make the best of judges.
We seldom lie and we always say the truth.

The best life is that of a poet
That is why,
Few or even more of us can write this lines.
 
Andesikuteb yamusa

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  303.     

The Purpose

What is the purpose of our being here?
Our joys are far and few between the tears.
With all the prayers that man has said, his fears
Have not decreased, no matter how sincere
His supplication. Something has been lost.
A realization of himself, first cause?
His tribulations should have given pause.
Communication with the source, the cost?

Shakespearean Sonnet
 
Lynn W. Petty

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1) Song Of A Cordial Meeting From Hong Kong

I picked up a book on China after reading about it in the business journals, financial magazines and the newspapers that I had intensely began to read over the last year, and over the last year had met a group of beautiful women from China, and had remembered talking to a lady who said that she was from Hong Kong. I shall, next time that I sit down, put China on the top of my list of places to visit because of the beautiful people that I have met from there.

Hong Kong, I'm sure that I hadn't met anyone from, at least knowingly until about two weeks ago when out walking, trying to find a coffee shop to sit down and sip on a cup of coffee for a while. Earlier, I had seen a rather attractive and mature lady, and sensuously soft; even looking inside of her for a few seconds, someone who seemed like a nice person. I was saying to myself, that my luck to find someone like that would never be so fortunate. And that night while on my way to get a cup of coffee, I met a lovely woman from Honk Kong, and I could tell only seconds after looking at her that somehow fate was up to one of its romantic interventions, though one (intervention) I was happy to be a part of, if only for a moment, for she was softly spoken, nice, sensuous and very attractive, I often use the word homely attractive, a phrase describing a beautiful woman that you would see driving through the country or a small town and wished that you could stop the car, ask her to marry you and live happily ever after.


From The Sonnet of Romance

Lust, loneliness, passion, friendship, intercourse; the more I think about it, the more complicated it becomes. The litany of love, it has a culture of its' own. Expressed with the world, neighbors, family, and of course loved ones; the body and soul must encompass all to indulge in any aspect of it, to keep it in perspective, beautiful and caring. The body and soul must endure all,

Like an uncouth puppet / who dances a priorily, /
forced to twist turn and roll
Enduring what it should not feel, / the strings /
are attached to wood that surrounds a soul
 
Otradom Pelogo

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