Sonnet 267

Time has not purged the rhythm from my soul,
Nor has death yet here silenced beating heart;
But of this span called living, this I know,
Your love for me has made the better part.
With you I have not faced the world alone
Steadfast you’ve stood forever at my side,
And in soft gentle ways your love has shown
Your heart to be as constant as the tide;
But what have I to give to love denote
For all the precious caring you’ve bestowed?
Not but these simple tear stained words I wrote,
Well knowing naught can pay the debt you’re owed;
In ink I pledge to mighty gods above,
That I am yours in pure unending love.

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Sonnet 266

I have trained hard to learn the craft of war
Yet love not rancor is my driving force;
I’ve studied every battle gone afore
That I may know the cunning of the worst.
I’ve pushed my sinew to the breaking point,
Borne hardship that did every nerve inflame,
Harsh deprivation did my soul anoint,
Made ‘death before dishonor’ my sole claim.
I do not fear the odds, for fate’s my friend
Yet I love life as much as any soul,
And I shall give my all right to the end
That every action may my truth uphold.
Where many pay in words, I pay in blood;
When lips and guns fall dumb; what greater love?

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Fly my beautiful cherub, fly;
God’s gift so held a precious while,
Those cheerful moments that beguile
Glad hearts that never grasp goodbye.

I know the time to go is nigh
As you embark upon that mile,
I hide a heavy heart and smile
As tears well up and sting my eye.

This joyous pain cannot deny
Sweet memories that staunch hearts compile
Though it may seem that love’s on trial,
I let you go with but a sigh.

I struggle and begin to cry,
Oh but to have you stay awhile
That love may not endure exile,
I understand, yet still ask why.

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Sonnet 265

What grace shall mark the end of ripened time,
Worn dreams, old tales and fading memories
Of glory days where youth once reigned sublime,
Chain shackled now by base infirmity?
The body frail still bears the timid mind
Back to the shores of seas too broad to sail
Where once tall ships did rail against the wind
And seething prows fought on, too proud to fail.
There on strange beaches, sword and spear and stone
Mocked battle cries ‘midst arrows thick as rain
As to those ramparts charged brave hearts among
That brotherhood that feared not death or pain.
The warrior stands though bent and chopped by years,
His gaze defiant, eyes bereft of tears.

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Sonnet 264

What difference then within the human tribe
That some subsist while others rise above;
So marks the broadest spectrum of our kind
Where one may feast while one lives hand to mouth.
In our subsistent past some gathered more
But others in their fortune lagged and lost,
There nature exercised with brutal force
Who was to thrive and who was left the worse;
Yet when gods ruled and alms were solemn grace
The worth of charity was pure and strong
And serve we did so when we saw His face
We knew that in His fold we did belong;
The rule of man now dictates piety,
And every grace still tied to fealty.

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Sonnet 263

Selena came to me again last night
Smiling, aloof, her Mona Lisa eyes
Following my every move in jealous sight,
Vaporous silvered clouds her veiled disguise.
She watched me as I wandered through the trees
Walking the path down to the ancient mill
In darkened air stirred by a gentle breeze;
The brook flowed fast but yet the wheel stood still.
Oft times we met here drawn by love alone
Listening to sweet nightingales sing
While the moveless wheel stopped up all hope torn foam
As to that sodden round my life did cling.
What love is this that nightly dreams do make?
To ravish so at dusk; at dawn forsake.

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