Month: June 2020

Sonnet 367

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Born of false rib is woman—spiteful, mean,
Where often scornful jealousy abounds;
Mawkish and manipulative, sharp with spleen—
Where teared success in victimhood is found;
Triumph denied—why sure by men oppressed!
Dismayed to be judged by beauty’s breath alone,
Still then to don hypocrisy’s finest dress
And paint a face that mocks a happy clown.
Duplicity of heart to weave wild schemes
Where poison, lies and slanderous slights do dwell…
Then drifting off in princess-coddled dreams
Where regal frowns can conjure living hell—
Yet as you read, you roll your eyes again,
While I in cursive scrive pure truth by pen.

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Sonnet 366

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The colors of your youth will one day fade
And mark the abdication of your power;
Those pompous gestures that your courtiers bade
Shall here no more indulge each waking hour—
All this shall pass—cheap perfume on the wind,
A cigarette of time—and then it’s gone
With naught but memories of boudoir sins
To haunt the mind and render pride forlorn.
How many consort princes have bowed down
And found their grandest wishes rubbled quite?
The fondest hopes of love, razed by a frown—
Bright dreams of rapture lost in neon nights;
Yet when the final light of beauty dies…
A simple mirror daily shall chastise.

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Sonnet 365

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There is a pleasure in the naked woods
Within whose depths no equal can be found,
Where senses stir by all that life deems good—
A place where peace and harmony abound.
Ensconced amidst the rawest smells of earth,
Denizens draw the sweetest of sweet breaths
That echo back to Eden’s very birth
And all the pleasures drawn of nature’s breast.
Dear Mother Earth, forgive me, I have sinned
And shed upon you tears of acid rain,
By pride and greed and gluttony chagrined,
Natura’s body sold for wealth profane;
Woe that my fall from promise was so great…
Or that beseeched redemption came too late.

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Sonnet 364

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The truth of beauty is that men perceive
From that dear gaze where awed perfection’s found,
A vision rare, where smitten hearts receive
An image that might other souls confound.
In this resides sweet mysteries of love
Where myth and magic may at once be played
So every yearning heart might find its dove
And thus beguiled, rejoice with doubts allayed.
So judges love when two souls stand besotted
That in each other’s arms no fault they find,
Or if acknowledged, ever quick forgotten
As though sweet Aphrodite struck them blind.
I look at you and you do look at me—
Duped by our folly, charmed by what we see.

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Sonnet 363

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Blood, sweat, and bronze, shod hooves on grinding stone,
There of this strife were ancient empires born,
Yet all that vaunted might, where has it gone—
Rubbled to footnotes in some long-lost rune?
From fearsome tales to excerpts, leather-bound,
Weathered chronicles entombed in lines
Whose breathless songs once flouted hallowed ground—
Here quelled in dust, to parchment now resigned.
Is this the fate the mighty to befall?
That once upon a time, once long ago
A ruler, sword in hand, did govern all,
His stories scribed in boiling blood now cold?
A faded battered book recounts that rage—
As apathetic fingers turn each page.

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Devil to Pay

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Get me through the day, O Lord
The seas ‘ave gone awry,
T’ree men ‘ave vanished overboard
And waves stand two masts high.
The sky now scowls ‘n angry black
And lightening scars ‘is face,
The wind does vary ‘er attack
But blows a fearsome pace.
Frenetic sea fanged mountain crests
Rise up upon each side,
Then yawning so to ‘eart arrest—
Dark gorges open wide.
One minute seems we go straight up,
The other we face down,
An extra push then we breakup
And we shall surely drown.
My stomach spent its’ ‘eaving job
And brine stings red each eye,
I ‘ug the stay and pray to God
For we seem set to die.
Where does the grace of ‘eaven go
When ocean furies rage,
Of plank and pitch each sailor knows
Is paid the devils’ wage.
There strafed by wind and flogged by wave
I raise me weary ‘ead
And see the tall masts’ royal yard
Against wroth skies of dread.
It was a sign I’d yearned to see,
That cross from out the storm,
I saw tomorrow where I’d be;
I knew that I’d be home.

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