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Sonnet # 211

Luis A. Estable 1958 (Oriente, Cuba)

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How much I'd like to have some truthful friends.
Some several friends to love this man I am.
The thought of it my temperature ascends.
I want no longer in my head word "damn."
How much I'd like a house to call my own.
The sweet delight of children and a wife
To have my heart with happiness so grown,
And cry with force now I am living life.
But sad, yes deeply sad I oft become
That somewhat I have my mind one ill.
And being thus makes beat my heart like drum
For those in pain who want their pain to kill.
       How much I'd like under the sun some fun.
       Instead, my mind has thoughts that madly run.
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Submitted by luisestable1 on April 20, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme ABABCDCDEFEFGG
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 610
Words 131
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 14
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Luis A. Estable

Luis A. Estable, poet for more than twenty years. Single, no children; originally from Cuba. Writes poems in several styles: sonnets, songs, haikus, children's verses, free style verse and more. Has published three books of poetry: " Eighty-Three Sonnets, Book One," Religious, Thirty Sonnets," "My Mind Simply Saying. All of them available on Amazon books. Has degrees from SFCC and EWU. Lives in Spokane, WA. Thinks that poetry is the most compact and beautiful expression known to man, and that a poem never reaches perfection; the work goes one and this is a good advice to keep, especially for young poets. more…

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