Life Iambic Pentameter Poems

October’s in the air and you and I 
just stare all night long    at the nothingness.
You told me ,“life is but a...

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When noon's warm rays upon my college fell,
My professor spake of fresher's festive spell,
A farewell party, where I was to play
The anchor's role, and guide...

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As night falls from above I ponder when
My thoughts do wonder far beyond the skies
Of life’s actions unjust to me and then
A mind that's gone...

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Crown of Sonnets in Iambic Pentameter: The Tale of Prince Zag


Note: The tale is six (6) sonnets long, each sonnet has 14 lines, each line...

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I think sometimes of the life there once was:
Of a time when birds sang throughout the woods
And insects flitted between the flowers.

But when greedy hands...

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Marina, Motherina, Baba, Mum!
Reflect upon what your life has become:
Born in Harbin to refugee Russians,
Tossed out by Mao, with mild repercussions.

Aussie girl, country girl, raised...

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"Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth 
 find reserves of strength that will endure 
 as long as life lasts.”  Rachel Carson


Some...

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I opened a large book- my rose to lay
aft lifted from his graveside to my breast.
Oh, yes- God stood beside me on that day
and led...

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I swore I’d never let myself get old
           That time and I would always be...

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In shadows cast on lands afar or near,
A dance of spheres in silence, stark and clear.
Though veiled from some, the cosmic play proceeds,
Unfolding vast, beyond...

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The FBI CRISIS TEAM  came on quite suddenly 
I saw her standing there dark skinned ashy 
knees she was after my identity strangest 
feeling...

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When I finish this course called life, I'll die;
     and be glad, for no more must I be sad;
for I'll know...

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Wish I, a journal of my days, had kept
from my teen years until the present time;
I'd have a way to view and intercept
each memory by...

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I am so blessed to have great-grandchildren.
Four generations now upon our tree;
three girls- age four, one and a half, nine weeks.
How fortunate to have them...

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Is wished-for peace on Earth our Xanadu?
A golden dream, mirage- our sky of blue?
An aspiration, wishful thinking to
allow us to envision this as true?

If only...

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