Month: May 2020

Dreamer

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What do you do with a dreamer
That man who still thinks he can fly,
Whose heart is a vagabond schooner
And yearns but to live ‘til he dies.
Is he the one you would follow
As he treks to his place in the sun
And does his minstrel voice call you
To sing with him under the moon?
Life is a dream that awakens
In Hell or in sweet paradise
To whither our dear souls be taken
Depends on our truth and our lies.
So follow your heart as it beckons
And always to self yet be true,
Life is a journey that reckons
But still only asks you be you.
Then what about life with a dreamer
The one who can hope touch the sky,
There so let your heart be the leader
You never will know ‘til you try!

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Sonnet 362

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I have not written any poems today,
For thoughts in verse seem meaningless to you
And so by simple script what hope to weigh,
Enshrined in ink, what passion to imbue?
I still believe my words can reach your heart,
That gentle lyrics might your soul inflame,
That love’s endearments set my lines apart
From others false in praise that laud your name.
Yes, I have scriven much in silent prayer
Imploring gods that you may one day read,
That of my ardor you might then compare—
And so, by force of pen, true love accede.
Of fondest dreams that ever lived in rhyme
May this rondel sweet touch your soul in kind.

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Sonnet 361

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A painted lady on a fine white horse,
What Freudian edicts do there so convene—
But too enunciate aloud, of course,
Would be at best a slight, at worst, demean;
Perhaps to sit side saddle would invite
Rebuke from psychoanalytic eyes
Yet who of balanced conscience would indict
A belle upon a steed with open thighs?
Of human purpose when we so propose
Subconscious method unto every act,
There reading thus between taut lines disclose
Attempts to thrust in bias, or redact;
Where courser stands a stallion or an ass,
More truth’s revealed by how we so assess.

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Sonnet 360

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She drowned me in a lust beyond compare
And I, drawn deep beneath those passioned waves
Dragged to such depths that I did beg for air
As she ensconced me in her watery maze;
Soon there I learned to breathe that caustic brine,
My eyes  did slowly acclimate to see
The vastness of her sub aquatic shrine,
That dark pelagic prison ‘neath the sea.
Each night I dined on tender fruit de mer
While serenaded by sweet sirens’ songs,
Fair nereids did tend to every care—
I learned her name was Amphitrite before long.
She kept a pack of Hydras in a cage…
Which I did choose to face o’er Neptune’s rage.

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Sonnet 359

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Sweet dabs of springtime on that joy filled lea
Gently swaying ‘neath a golden sun,
Pert yellows, reds, and blues in harmony
Nod to the tune of zephyrs songs soft sung;
The distant forest smudged in pastel green
Gave praise unto the brightest azure blue,
Feathered florets in leafy grottos preen
Then rise in chorus from their verdant pews.
So seems it now as at the very first
When Eden blossomed bright upon her stage,
Pure life brought forth from chaos unrehearsed
With all the splendor providence could wage.
A fragment  of the world here heaven spun;
A jot of time from when the earth was young.

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Sonnet 358

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If true love be for sale then what’s the cost
Where grotesque men seem pardoned by the purse—
When love is purchased, is sweet virtue lost,
Is female vanity here deemed the worse?
How oft upon the street all eyes to greet
A striking flower on a rich lapel,
Yet florets worn by paupers seldom seen
Lest angels fall from heaven or rise from hell.
Perhaps the glint of gold makes women blind
To all the faults that moneyed men possess,
Or is it merely that pure hearts wax kind
To Midas forms that Venus failed to bless?
Where in pure love should lucre play a part,
Save bargain blush to paint a paper heart.

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Sonnet 357

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What is marriage if not a promise born,
Born out of love of one soul for the other;
A union forged to brave all earthly scorn
Where two hearts seal a pledge to stand forever.
Covenant so sworn transcending mortal death,
There proudly weathering all the scores of time;
Whispered endearments affirmed in final breath:
‘My sweet, I’ll see you soon in paradise.’
What gift divine to face life hand in hand
And walk together on a journey blessed,
No human passage ever proved as grand
As hallowed course by love song so professed.
No bond thus formed shall ever know defeat,
Where two hearts joined do make of one complete.

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Sonnet 356

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A motley couple they were deemed to be,
In love as strong as any by compare—
Though of that bond no worth could others see
And eyes did oft in condemnation stare.
Perhaps in different times, a different age,
With love ordained or blessed by greater gods
They might not feel the ire of civil rage
Or feel their caring so should be deemed odd;
But where does rare love ever find a place
That some convention does not press or bind
And why must human longing seek of grace,
Where benediction such seems partly blind?
Still of their union, none could ever say,
If they were truly happy, or just gay.

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Sonnet 355

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What merry music makes the month of May!
Songsters singing to each frost worn ear,
Trees festooned in wedding garlands sway,
To choruses of sun’s sweet springtime cheer;
Bright radiant hope bedights a world reborn
Dappling through viridian tinted trees
While cruel April leaves the stage forlorn
Rain hastened by a mizzle scented breeze.
The earth resplendent, rising from the grave
In proud hosannas sung in joyful breaths
Bidding farewell to ice wind sanctioned knaves,
And seal their fate in waxing beauty blessed;
As was the first so shall it be at last,
Salvation shines when mighty shadows pass.

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