Authorz: ForeverLorenzo

We’re fracturing this sonnet just for fun. Poor Shakespeare. He will never be the same. The Bard of Avon sang of songs unsung. Not us…

How oft I look upon your life and mine through years both here, there, far and wide as one against all odds, by Fate’s design…

Like flocking birds, she rushed to farther place where cold chills tepid wills and lover’s tongue sweet words left hanging lost from saddened face from…

Farewell sweet swan, to nether regions fly thine artless keeper caught in Nature’s net releasing thee to search with eagle eye a more deserving soul…

Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. . . “Who most important is to me?” He who gives me baubles, rings, fetching finiest…

Behold! that human angel hovering not in bright skies but on far-distant land a siren voice, hypnotic, echoing – desperate singing, sundry songs without demand…

Can strangers fall in lust at first to rise in love too soon, unknown, unseen too late to reminisce on possibilities, or do they strain…

“Time Out!” called in basketball, Football (American Style), and Volleyball to discuss new strategies, or take a breath from some exciting play, say the coaches…

Sonnet (She to Him) Intrigued by words, I was once by the shore Where waves and wishes washed upon the reef beneath bright, brazen rays…

How oft I look upon your form in sleep your precious self, who lingers, still, alone encased again, protective, as you keep your freedom’s vigil,…