Sonnet 237

Sweet spring! The resurrection of the world!
Resurgence of new life upon the land;
Wintertide’s retreat, it’s frosty flag up furled
‘Midst piping songs and flowered sweet remand;
There heralding summer’s conquest, green and bold,
Gathering auric riches from the sun,
Ladening trees and fields with verdant gold
And burdening with fruit stiff branches down;
So on to autumn with its piquant hues;
The orange, the yellow and bright crimson red
Resplendent hills besplashed in paint anew,
Late summer’s bounty burgeoning the shed.
A pageantry of life in seasoned time;
Each trip around our orb a gift sublime.

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Sonnet 236

What will you think of me when I have gone
To windswept shore or yet proud rising land,
Off to those dreams that I fed soul upon,
My rod and reel or rifle in my hand;
Beyond the sad corruption of the day
Or yet the daunting fears of sullied night,
To timeless hope where way leads to blessed way,
Pastoral scenes to ever grace my sight.
Will you remember then all battles fought,
Great wars fair won, and those lost in despair
Where win or lose, was victory ever sought,
My glory and defeat in measured share;
And when they play for me the final fife,
Recall from every score, I bled pure life.

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Sonnet 235

Do you recall betwixt those smoldering sheets
Where passioned loins did oft ignite a fire,
Amorous eyes that burned in lust replete
Hot breath that reeked in purloined sweet desire?
So there to hold your fervor in my arms
And feel the sear of raging ravenous thighs
Drawn in so deep into the cauldron’s charm
There spasm quenched, amidst your scorching cries;
And sweat on sweat the pyre now assuaged,
Two heaving breasts like seething bellows roar,
Yet craving hands implore that love spent swage
To raise and ream the steaming rent once more.
Then ardor spent, no embers left to quell;
Braised this to glow of heaven and sweet hell.

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Sonnet 234

For you shall live forever in my poem
That future eyes your wonders may amaze,
And softer than grave lines etched in hard stone,
These lines in time, the betterment of ways;
Though portraits and mementos may attest
Commitment of true lovers to those passed,
A lyric memory where love is professed-
The sweetest memoir yet to Time outlast.
Irrepressible beauty, I first scrive,
Then sterling virtue yet beyond compare,
Angelic harmony with heart divine
And elegance to makes a sovereign stare.
May golden ink flow from this humble pen
And prove of worth that shan’t be seen again.

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Sonnet 233

For what have I if not my love for you,
I’d give up all to keep you by my side;
And what is life, if not a passing through,
A scintillation brief, borne on by pride.
We came with naught and with naught we shall go;
All worldly chattel simple tools we use
To aid the passage of our mortal souls,
Sweet journey such, our only worth to lose.
But oh what sadness to trek on alone,
What wealth can buy the sunset true loves share?
To end that shining moment having known
That love alone is all that matters there.
True love does bring a wealth no king can own,
And power yet beyond the grandest throne.

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Sonnet 232

We form a lyric couplet you and I
Our love inscribed within a living song,
Abreast in meter and alike in rhyme,
Two spirits joined in life, as in a poem.
Each line so writ in complement to prove
And each to follow each in blessed form,
Where every word’s a metaphor for love
And similes sublime do there adorn;
Yet when our volta comes, how will we fair?
My hope is that we brave it with aplomb
So that sweet hopes and dreams we ever share
Long after hallowed crypts, our dust entomb.
May forward eyes who read in lover’s praise
Recite these lines and so our souls upraise.

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