Month: December 2020

Knocking Love

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My heart kept knocking at my breast
To let you in I must confess,
But yet my mind all love did flout
And shamefully there kept you out.
 
Away I went on journey proud
To quell 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 by arms held tight.
 
Now knowing this, I’m glad to say
That I shall never more so stray;
A warm embrace it seems I’ve found
Can fair allay that knocking sound.

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Sonnet 418

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I dash lines down upon that placid page
Pure white, unstained, fresh torn from untouched book,
And strike point down my gall in black inked rage
Not sure of what you gave, or what I took—
Now in excusive verse I here confess
That hearts bewitched by ardor so 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
While we reflect in angst all bearing there;
Of love or lust, our story not fair told
For who to judge in spite, what souls may bare?
They will forgive us, those who’ve truly loved,
The rest, perhaps these ardent lines may move.

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Sonnet 417

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What could I say to pen your epitaph,
That you of truth and beauty were the same,
That you embraced most everything I lack
And burned in virtue like a hallowed flame?
What ink pays tribute to a living art
That yet a noble hand might strive to pay?
What proof could I in paltry words impart
And so of honored praise your worth convey?
Still yet, who would believe this poet’s hand
Or weighing, know what gave that heart a tongue
That voiced these thoughts that may forever stand,
Here now and for that kingdom yet to come?
It is with love that I enshrine your grace
And in dear lines your many wonders trace.

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Sonnet 416

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Child, your deeds bring precious honor but yet know,
Your estimate of worth here in my eyes
Exceeds all measure arbiters bestow
And bests the blame that poison tongues decry.
You are my life, my love, my hallowed blood
And of this essence, I did give a name
That you wear proudly ever on this earth
While toiling yet in humble grace or fame;
Yet hope on hope, I ask one simple thing,
That your stay true to everything you are
And bravely face all trials life may bring…
That my heart’s light may be your guiding star;
My love for you exceeds all earthly bounds
And every breath you take, my soul astounds.

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Sonnet 415

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Near Olduvai some footprints stand in stone
That were fresh made when rock was muddied ash,
Yet where they roamed no human may e’er know,
Or of what need there drove them so to pass.
These relics etched in slag, a poignant mark
Of naked feet upon a journeyed quest,
From where they hailed upon that passage stark
Is ever still a 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 ruler of all life,
A pilgrim blessed to carve his final tomb.
Eons ago a monarch crossed a plain…
Of this bold trek, what hand did so ordain?

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