Sonnet 376

I met Sylvia by a laughing stream
One broken fragment of a summer’s day,
She floated to me, a sylph born of a dream,
Her raven hair festooned in ribbons gay;
A hint of perfume on the incensed air,
Sweet ardor smoldering in the golden sun
With eyes afire, her simple soul laid bare—
I fair rejoiced in triumph seeming won.
Warm flowered lea soft embered into night,
While sighs of love enraptured in a swoon,
Her naked skin sleek silvered in faint light,
Cascading hair now rivulets of the moon;
And flesh unto seared flesh in passion burned:
Of love or lust two hearts lay unconcerned.

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Sonnet 375

Being born of a worldly age I bow
To all the teachings history may show,
For oft when choosing action for the hour
A lucid past may wisdom there bestow.
What has been done before oft shows the way
Wherein effect and cause play out their part,
So distillations of steeped time may sway
Resolutions the tried and true impart.
Thus may we learn from pondering prior faults
And glean from them as much as triumphs past;
To shutter knowledge such in ancient vaults
Is to be blind at how life’s die are cast;
For what’s to be oft rests on what’s transpired;
In tested acts lie wit and worth conspired.

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Sonnet 374

I prayed her passing was a fond dismay
For those who loved her knew it was her time;
I would have gone but I was far away
Lost in another land, another rhyme.
She was both mentor and a precious friend;
The letter to me came a bit too late
And found me sitting with my 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 endless treasure that she did bestow
I spend in homage to her favored art;
And here inscribed in ink on paper white
I yield another tribute to her light.

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Sonnet 373

You are my refuge from embattled days,
And too my strength in every dire hour,
You are the light when sorrow clouds glad ways,
Your gentle touch can all my soul empower;
I look upon your face and feel at peace,
I marvel at the beauty of your eyes,
The softness of your voice can woe surcease,
Your smile, pure sunshine that all hearts beguile.
I thank the gods that brought you here to me
That on my journey I not trek alone;
That I, in perilous combat beaten be
Might have this angel dear to tend my wounds;
I think of all my struggles and life’s pain
And smile as I now look at you again.

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Sonnet 372

Two worlds collided in a pub one day
Venus and Mars, as I recall quite clear;
A cataclysmic clash that there did spray
Meteors of fire both far and near;
The molten lava from those rended cores
Spewed forth into the dark deep depths of space
Until the visage black of heaven bore
Clawed streaks of light ‘cross his celestial face.
The slag did cool and gravity won out
Save comets  spawned that did strike out alone,
In numbing silence, fragments strewn about
Formed in terse orbit mighty belts of stone…
Yet in another bar, my flag unfurled,
I raise a pint: Destroyer of new worlds.

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Sonnet 371

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 grown
To take their lofty place among the stars.
So aches the heart that causes tears to fall,
So falls the rain that makes sweet flowers grow,
So comes the snows that blanket over all,
So passes time … I know, I know, I know.
Some years ago sweet doves from home embarked;
Their shadowed wings still beat within my heart.

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Sonnet 370

Inside the human heart there burns a fire,
Dispelling darkness, showing souls the way,
Buoying spirits that they may never tire
On their sweet passage through life’s mortal fray.
Fond visions shared are ever more the bright,
Harsh burden borne by two are less the more;
Dark sorrow twained is seeming more the light,
Twinned happiness like wings, more apt to soar.
The storied worth of joy is rare of one
As smiles begetting smiles are quick to show,
The living song of life more clearly sung
When harmonized in tender timed accord.
No greater gift to man from god above
Than hearts conjoined in timeless, endless love.

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Sonnet 369

Good bye my dear, I know you’ve found another,
And I will spare the awkwardness and pain
Of lovers true, now ever cleft asunder—
For words and tears can nothing further gain.
Your trunk lies packed and waiting by the door,
Please read the note that bids 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 born out of truth is surely 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

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;
Bright 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 or known conclusions;
Far to prone to anaphora,
Far to prone to simply bore you.
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,
Quite not afraid to bend a phrase
Or to a strident voice up raise,
Not worried so to whom offend
And dreaming quite outside the pen,
Imagining that imagery
Is best 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

What of proud legacy born of pure white snow
Emerging there a changeling from the ice,
Where ancient gods did to a world bestow
A charter to subdue the world with might:
‘Be fruitful, multiply, fill the earth,
And subdue it: and have dominion over
The sea, …  and everything that moveth;’
So did this pallid proxy rise to foster
The edict of those Holy words decreed
And with all sapient might his brain could muster,
Did dominate the lands, the skies and seas.
His brethren every progress did adopt,
Besmirching yet all wonders that he wrought.

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