Month: December 2020

Knocking Love

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My heart kept knocking at my breast
To let you in I must confess,
Yet still my mind all love did flout
And shamefully there kept you out.
Away I went on journey proud
To join the clamor of the crowd;
Each time my soul for you did yearn,
The vexing knocking did return.
When finally at home at last,
I did drop by at your behest;
To my surprise, that beating blight
Was muffled well in arms clasped tight.
Now knowing this, I’m glad to say
That I shall never more so stray;
Your warm embrace it seems I’ve found
Can fair allay that knocking sound.

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Sonnet 418

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I pen my final letter on this page—
Pure white, unstained—a cruel irony;
A fond goodbye concealing black-inked rage
To mark your veiled, venomed tyranny.
In expiating verse I must confess,
That hearts bewitched by ardor oft attain
A fever of the soul that cannot rest
Until all hope’s desire lies burned in flame.
The deed is done—that pyre now ashes cold
As in remorse, we scan the scorched earth there;
Of love or lust—this tale forever told…
Yet who shall judge what naked souls lay bare?
They will forgive us, those who’ve truly loved—
The doubtful yet these ardent lines may move.

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Sonnet 417

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What might I pen to scribe your epitaph…
That you of truth and beauty were the same,
That you embrace most everything I lack
And burn in virtue like a hallowed flame?
What ink pays tribute to a living art
That even noble hands would strive to frame?
What proof could I in paltry words impart
And so in honored praise exalt your name?
Who now could well believe this poet’s hand—
What pen could here unfathomed depths so plumb,
That voice in cursive truths might ever stand,
Here now and for that kingdom yet to come?
In peerless love I here enshrine your grace,
That prayer blessed lines your many wonders trace.

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Sonnet 416

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Child, your deeds bring honor—but still know,
All estimates of worth here in my eyes
Exceed all claims that glory may bestow
And bests the blame that jealous tongues decry.
You are my life, my love, my hallowed blood
And of this essence I bestowed a name
That you wear proudly here upon the earth
Where heaven’s blessings shine through grace or fame;
Yet hope on hope, I ask one simple thing,
That you stay true to everything you are
And bravely face all trials life may bring…
That my heart’s light remain your guiding star.
My love for you outlasts all earthly bounds—
Yes—every step you take, my soul resounds.

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Sonnet 415

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Some footprints lie near Olduvai in stone
That were fresh made when rock was mud and ash,
Yet where they roamed no one shall ever know,
Or of what deep need compelled them there to pass.
These relics etched in slag—a voiceless mark
Of naked feet upon some nameless quest,
From whence they hailed upon that starkened track
Remains a solemn mystery of the past.
When did man first gain knowledge of his plight?
A being meek, forever set to roam;
From prey to all, to master of all life,
A pilgrim lost—still searching for a home.
Eons ago a monarch crossed a plain…
Of this bold trek, what hand did so ordain?

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