I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: 'Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear --
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
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A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created,
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
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Our point of view is far away
If you say almost more than billions of cubits
Or if it is made more than 1 million light years away
It is clear that there is a distance between you and me like space in gigabits
I am loving you
Being away from you seems to deny your ego, which said you are loving me
I now seem to believe more and more in the legitimacy of that fact I am still
loving you
Obviously, I've never been ambiguous if what I feel is without having to say a
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Being one day at my window all alone,
So manie strange things happened me to see,
As much as it grieveth me to thinke thereon.
At my right hand a hynde appear'd to mee,
So faire as mote the greatest god delite;
Two eager dogs did her pursue in chace.
Of which the one was blacke, the other white:
With deadly force so in their cruell race
They pincht the haunches of that gentle beast,
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The Best Sonnets by Michael R. Burch (II)
The Strangest Rain
by Michael R. Burch
“I ... am small, like the Wren, and my Hair is bold, like the Chestnut Bur—and my eyes, like the Sherry in the Glass, that the Guest leaves ...”—Emily Dickinson
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.—Emily Dickinson
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I call these poems "heretical sonnets" because they don't follow the orthodox rules. I like the length of the sonnet for many poems, but I ignore all picky rules and have sonnets from 8 to 18 lines. I also have non-IP and free-verse-ish sonnets. I prefer the original definition of sonnet as a "little song" of indeterminate length and form. For example...
In this Ordinary Swoon
by Michael R. Burch
In this ordinary swoon
as I pass from life to death,
I feel no heat from the cold, pale moon;
I feel no sympathy for breath.
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The Best Sonnets by Michael R. Burch (II)
The Strangest Rain
by Michael R. Burch
“I ... am small, like the Wren, and my Hair is bold, like the Chestnut Bur—and my eyes, like the Sherry in the Glass, that the Guest leaves ...”—Emily Dickinson
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.—Emily Dickinson
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The Best Sonnets by Michael R. Burch
Auschwitz Rose
by Michael R. Burch
There is a Rose at Auschwitz, in the briar,
a rose like Sharon's, lovely as her name.
The world forgot her, and is not the same.
I still love her and enlist this sacred fire
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The Best Sonnets by Michael R. Burch
Auschwitz Rose
by Michael R. Burch
There is a Rose at Auschwitz, in the briar,
a rose like Sharon's, lovely as her name.
The world forgot her, and is not the same.
I still love her and enlist this sacred fire
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Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way.
In heedless youth, with innocence bedight,
The heart's true freedom, by time, is put to slight.
Oh, valor lost, in age's solemn gaze,
As years' cares, like chains, their toll displays.
Yet in the echoes of a child's sweet strain,
Lingers a melody, free from life's disdain.
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