Month: June 2020

Sonnet 376

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I met Sylvia by a laughing stream
One fleeting fragment of a summer’s day,
She drifted to me as a sylph-borne dream,
Her raven hair festooned in ribbons gay;
Sweet-scented perfume wafted on the air,
Burnt ardor smoldering ‘neath the golden sun,
Her eyes afire, her fervent soul laid bare—
My heart rejoiced at what seemed triumph won.
Bright bloom kissed leas soft embered into night,
As sighs of love joined with cicada tunes;
Her naked skin lay silvered in faint light—
Cascading hair soft-rippled by the moon;
And flesh unto seared flesh in passion burned:
Of love or lust, two hearts lay unconcerned.

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Sonnet 375

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Being born of a worldly age I bow
To all the lessons history may show,
For oft when choosing action for this hour
A lucid past can light the way we go.
What has been done before may well convey
How cause and consequence entwine their art,
So distillations of steeped time may sway—
The seasoned truths wise counsel would impart.
Thus may we learn from faults of those before,
And glean much more than triumphs e’re revealed;
For deeming knowledge past as ancient lore
Blinds us to studied sequence time has sealed—
For what shall stand must rest on what’s transpired;
And lessons past can wills and ways inspire.

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Sonnet 374

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Her passing brought a quiet, fond dismay
For those who loved her knew it was her time;
I sent respects though I was far away—
Lost in another land, another rhyme.
She was my mentor and a precious friend;
The letter reached me but a breath too late
It found me meditating, pen in hand…
While she was softly closing heaven’s gate;
Her worth to me? Why I may never know—
The gift of knowledge has no measured part,
That boundless treasure she alone bestowed
I spend in homage to her favored art;
And here inscribed in ink on angel white,
I yield another tribute to her light.

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Sonnet 373

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You are my refuge from embattled days,
My steadfast strength in every trying hour,
You are the light when sorrow veils glad ways,
Your gentle touch uplifts my soul with power.
I look upon your face and feel at peace
Still marveling at the wisdom in your eyes,
Your voice, so soft, makes all my troubles cease;
Your smile, the well from which all hope does rise.
I thank the gods for bringing you to me
That on this path I shall not walk alone;
And should I fall in peril’s company—
Your angel touch would soothe my every wound;
I think of all my struggles and life’s strain…
And smile each time I look on you again.

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Sonnet 372

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Two worlds collided in a pub one day—
Venus and Mars, as I recall quite clear;
A cataclysmic clash that did then spray
Meteors of fire that flared both far and near;
The molten mantle from those cloven cores
Spewed outward through the yawning void of space
Until the visage black of Heaven bore
Scarred streaks of light ‘cross His celestial face.
The slag grew cold, and gravity won out,
Save comets born to blaze their paths alone;
In numbing silence, fragments strewn about
Soon coalesced in mighty belts of stone—
And now in some new tavern, flag unfurled,
I raise a pint—Destroyer of new worlds!

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Sonnet 371

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It doesn’t seem like Father’s Day today,
The sun has risen, soft winds now rock the trees
Much like the hand upon those cradle days
Which lingers on in blissful memories.
My children are now gone with lives their own
Yet still I hear their laughter on the stairs;
I see their playful images have flown
To follow hopes and dreams unto the stars.
So aches the heart that causes tears to fall,
So falls the rain that makes sweet flowers grow,
So comes the snow that blankets over all,
So passes time … I know, I know, I know.
Some years ago sweet doves from home embarked;
Their shadowed wings still flutter in my heart.

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Sonnet 370

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Inside the human heart there burns a fire,
Dispelling darkness, showing souls the way,
So buoying spirits that they never tire
Upon their passage through life’s mortal fray.
Fond visions shared by memory shine more bright,
Harsh burdens borne by two weigh less the more;
Dark sorrow halved by love’s redeeming light,
Twinned happiness, like wings, best set to soar.
The storied worth of joy is rare of one
As smiles begetting smiles are quick to show,
Life’s song is sweetest when together sung—
A harmony that only love can know.
No greater gift to man from God above
Than hearts made one in timeless, endless love.

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Sonnet 369

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Good bye my love—I know you’ve found another,
And I will spare the anguish and the shame
Of lovers true now cruelly torn asunder—
For words and tears can nothing lost reclaim.
Your trunk lies ready, waiting by the door,
The note within requests you leave the key;
No need to settle any further score—
All bonds are gone, bound spirits now set free.
What does it matter what was said or done,
Or who did what unto, and when, and where?
This love that sprang from truth is dead and gone—
All hope lies razed, beyond a gods’ repair.
So bleeds two hearts that once blushed red with love,
Blanched in despair atonement cannot salve.

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Word Play

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I’ll let the words run wild today
For I have nothing much to say,
No constraints of schemed up rhyme
Or metered feet restrained by time;
Just couplet hands soft held in verse
Where pleasured dreams their songs rehearse;
Why, similes and metaphors
Can wait in line outside the door,
Dropping consonants all the same,
Alliteration is their game;
Quick to strive for strong allusion
Hinting names of known conclusion;
Far too prone to anaphora,
Far too prone to simply bore ya.
Rude assonance and dissonance
Stay on the sidewalk by the fence,
For no enjambment do we need
To state how simple words be freed;
Hyperbole, much like my song
Is overwrought and over done,
And so I here, inversion prone
Do full accept each lurid groan;
Where did my precious words embark?
Why Onomatopoeia Park!
To jump and bump and squeal and screech,
It keeps them neatly off the street.
Deft in childish animation
Mimicking personification
Where in playful synecdoche
They grow a little more like me!
Not too shy to bend a phrase
Or to a strident voice upraise,
Not worried so to whom offend
Fair dreaming quite outside the pen,
Imagining that imagery
Is oft what you, not others see.
Where have my phrases gone today?
But why, of course, they’re  out to play.

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Sonnet 368

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Proud legacy born out of pure white snow,
Emerging as a changeling from the ice—
There ancient gods their charter did bestow:
A mandate to subdue the world by might.
‘Be fruitful, multiply, fill the earth,
And subdue it: and have dominion over
The sea—and everything that moveth;’
Almighty God proclaimed by cosmic order—
So did this pallid proxy rise to claim
The actions that those Holy words had sown;
With all the force that might and wit sustain,
He triumphed—land and sea and sky his own.
His brethren did his mastery adopt—
Yet marred with darkness all the work he wrought.

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