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A Love Letter Just Because I Love You

Posted by tpegonline on October 31, 2013

This piece is a sonnet. According to About.com, you can identify a sonnet if the poem has the following characteristics:

  • 14 lines. All sonnets have 14 lines which can be broken down into four sections called quatrains.
  • A strict rhyme scheme. The rhyme scheme of a Shakespearean sonnet is ABAB / CDCD / EFEF / GG (note the four distinct sections in the rhyme scheme).
  • Written in iambic Pentameter. Sonnets are written in iambic pentameter, a poetic meter with 10 beats per line made up of alternating unstressed and stressed syllables.

This sonnet is about a man expressing his love and appreciation for his wife/girlfriend by writing her a love letter and sending her flowers, candies and jewelry.

The picture below is called “Love Letter” and the artist is Frank Morrison. Make sure to look into his lovely works of art.

Song titles are hyper-linked to their respective audio files on YouTube.com.

“A Love Letter Just Because I Love You”

© 2013 Tyrone Turner

All rights reserved.

love_letter by frank morrison

Sometimes The Words Get In the Way, sweetheart,

But know that I love you from Head to Toe

I crave for your embrace when we’re apart;

My desire for your sweet kisses does grow.

Never can such beauty ever go stale

Because each time I see your lovely face

Is as if my eyes drank from the Holy Grail;

Visions of you in pink satin and lace.

The jewelry, flowers and candy are

Symbolic of you being a treasure,

The fragrant scent of your perfume; a star

In my Heaven and my sweet tooth’s pleasure.

As Soon As I Get Home I’ll make dinner.

I know what I got and you’re a winner.

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The Finest Treasure That Nature Has Made

Posted by tpegonline on May 10, 2013

 

 

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Happy Mothers Day 2013!I hope that you enjoy this poem and share it with all of the mothers you know and love.

“The Finest Treasure That Nature Has Made”

© 2013 Tyrone Turner

All rights reserved.
The first woman to tell a child to not worry and to do not be afraid.
The woman who works all day then cleans up after the kids like a maid.
The woman who watched over the children as they slept and played.

A woman who gives so much to children but never gets paid.
The woman who always protected her kids from the heat of life by providing shade.
You’re a true gem that one would never trade.

To know your love is as refreshing as a tall, cool glass of lemonade.
You’ll always be loved and are still greeted with child-like starry eyes by grown children whose hair has grayed.
I hope that you like the below picture called “Courage” by Thomas Kinkade.

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The word courage comes to mind is because you make the grade.
She who always keeps it real while others live a masquerade.
As a mother, you’re surely the finest treasure that nature has made.

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Sandy, You Wiped Me Out

Posted by tpegonline on November 13, 2012

This is a 10-part triple rhyme poem that I wrote in reference to the infamous Hurricane Sandy.

This storm displaced me and my family from our home.

I hyperlinked song titles to their respective audio files on GrooveShark.com.

Things could have been worse for me. Make sure that if you’re a homeowner, you have flood insurance. If you’re a renter, get renter’s insurance.

Let me know what you think about this poem.

Thank you.

“Sandy, You Wiped Me Out”

© 2012 Tyrone Turner

All rights reserved.

‘S’ is for the shock I felt when I first learned how furious your wrath was and how my home may have been immersed by the surge.

‘A’ is for the anxiety I felt while I went to check on my apartment and what I saw almost caused my bowels to purge.

‘N’ is for the nausea that overcame me when I smelled the foul stench of rotting food and salt water-drenched furniture made and it put me on the verge.

The verge of throwing up and crying.

My heart sank and I felt like I was dying.

Some say, “Keep your head-up,” but when you’re going through something like this yourself, it isn’t what you’re interested in buying.

‘D’ is for the depression that started to set into my mind because I felt like I was in Hell.

‘Y’ is for the loud scream I let out as it was a painful, frightful yell.

These are lyrics to a sad song that I propel.

It is a sad thing when your life is drenched and placed on the sidewalk for the whole world to see.

This was something that has happened to other people but I never thought it would happen to me.

It is a humbling experience and will put the proudest person on bended knee.

The goddess, Yansan, is the orisha of winds, hurricanes and tempests all of which are devastating and can cause you bumps, bruises and dings.

Don’t attach yourself to material items and fickle concerns because they are at best fleeting things.

Flood waters can make a pauper out of queens and out of kings.

Even though I lost virtually everything I still have my health.

My extended family opened their arms and embraced me to let me know that I’m not by myself.

Some close friends have also said to me, “Brother, you know we be like Monopoly, because if I got it, you got it because we always have shared the wealth.”

When you’re going through something you really get to know who your friends are.

Words are just words but your actions is what takes you far.

Do the right thing by remembering that “a friend in need is a friend indeed” and it can make you shine like a star.

Going from “classy to ashy” in the course of a few hours.

We must remember to never fool with Mother Nature because of her awesome powers.

Your world can come Tumblin Down like the twin towers.

The Sensational Nightingales sang It’s Gonna Rain, but I didn’t think it would affect me.

I thought I would be spared in my little cozy home by the sea.

I just couldn’t imagine that I would be a casualty of the greatest flood in NYC’s history.

You can have it all today with a lot material wealth, fame and clout.

Anything can happen to me or you and in this I have no doubt.

I know this first-hand because Sandy, you wiped me out.

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