Sonnet 450

You have been liberated, I set you free
Now free to soil the very womb of time,
Yes free to lust for all life’s forgeries
And all faux worth society defines.
What tenet proffered helped you to decide?
What chosen path subtends eternal bliss?
What crafted compass shall your soul now guide
Where forces dark lead not your heart amiss?
No more the surly bonds of hearth and home,
Those trying little hands that sap your life;
No burdened homilies like numbing gloam
That fail to venerate the makeless wife.
This sovranty, now but soft shackles worn;
And from false faith, a new oppression born.

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Sonnet 449

Where yet fake virtue is now worn as fame
As plastic crown upon a well coiffed pate,
And of hypocrisy which bears false name,
We show sad worth that words may never state;
‘I speak no evil for see this my charm
To ward off spirits that pure principles decay,
And so accord myself all pious harm
To punish those who dare sound truth betray.’
So now here self declared, a moral god
And thus in proud pomposity to rule
O’er serfs that clear deserve to be down trod
Where every word they utter proves them fools.
This darkling vaudeville of hypocrisy
Is but the prelude to rank tyranny.

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Sonnet 448

What of the tiger whose proud failing light,
That flickering flame of orange now fading fast;
Lost in the dwindling forest’s waning night
Where once he burned as if to ever last?
Few prey now feel those dreadful scimitars,
That feared blood roar beneath a yellow moon,
Or sees that snarling muzzle rife with scars
And knows the terror face of certain doom?
Of embered amber eyes to see no more,
No shadowed paths fresh spoored by hidden claws;
No  peerless stealth to stalk the forests floor,
His rough rasped chuff forever given pause.
Yes he who made him also made the lamb
And here so too, the insolence of man.

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Sonnet 447

This snow now falling fast upon more snow,
Ice feathered down upon the fields to rise
And robed in white the solemn cornstalk rows,
Stark sullen forms of winter’s might apprise.
Sad vanquished trees dark branches supplicate
Beneath that burdened white that they now bear,
Yet in disgrace they stand still proud and straight
To flout the frozen manacles they wear;
But winter’s mischief still is not here done
His gelid breath to drift the frigid blight
And build tall ramparts forged to brave the sun’s
Bright brazen rays with which he soon must fight.
Here in subnivean warmth I gaze and dream
That one day from this ruin shall summer gleam.

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Sonnet 446

When I see tyrants wage outrageous wars,
The blood of serfs grim spilled on fields of scorn,
Or mother’s unplumbed tears when bairn they bore
Are rendered limb from limb in battle torn.
When I see dauntless youth rude hurled in graves,
Crass carnage heaped upon chaste mortal coil
Or see that precious blood and breath they gave
Entombed in darkness on some foreign soil;
‘Tis then of mans’s humanity I ask
That such an earthly scourage be wrought by God
Who’s likened image wears a woeful mask
Wherein all leered compassion seems a fraud;
I see a world enslaved by vengeful pride…
‘Til throngs of mushroom clouds do burst and rise.

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Love Forever

Love has been like this forever
Two hearts bound in truth together
In lock step their every measure
Why not you and me?
 
Arms embrace to hold in pleasure
Clasped beneath the moon in leisure
Holding there a blissful treasure
That was meant to be.
 
Lips to lips upon the heather
Whispers softer than a zephyr
Promises for now and ever
This I pledge to thee.
 
Life is such a great adventure
Here ‘midst fair or foulest weather
Hardship yet shall never sever
Love to always be.
 
Let us walk now by the river
Marking there an endless ledger
Other lovers and whomever
None cared much as we.
 
Arm in arm as joined in tether
Footfalls soft as downy feather
Prattling now in mindless blether
Words on what’s to be.
 
Now then of our great endeavor
You and I as one are better
For alone we stand the lesser
This I clearly see.
 
Jealously shall never hector
Nor a quarrel here dissever
Or a man yet put asunder
Love of you and me.
 
Life may find us yet wherever
May sweet bairns be our successor
And we stay so ever blessed here
This I pray to be.
 

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Love’s Light

Under a gallant moon above
A rippling purple sea,
My thoughts there turn to you and love
And all things we might be.
 
A darkened cloud now masks the moon
Yet still in black I see,
That shining face that makes me swoon
And lights the path for me.

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Sonnet 445

Of warmth unending true love so appears,
At first a lusty fire white hot with praise
Engulfing all the sweets there passing near
In fervent flame soft tender hearts to braise;
So marked by time each pyre runs it’s course
Though all aspire to be eternal flames,
Yet when the hearth grows cold in dank remorse
Of gelid ash, who then shall bear the blame?
The truth remains that unstoked blazes die
For needing still more fuel that gave them light,
So left unfed they soon in embers lie
Consumed anon by their own crazed delight;
Yet tended daily still may ever burn
And for such state may two hearts ever yearn.

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Sonnet 444

What binds me to you? Naught but golden strings
Invisible to every eye save mine,
So being trussed, the sweetest joy there brings
And better yet, the closer to entwine!
These hearts once twain, may now live but as one,
One heart, one soul, one being of delight;
A single silhouette beneath the sun,
One shadow soft ensconced in pale moonlight.
Who spins these gentle chords that we call love
And wraps them so with but the softest hand?
Perhaps some act of Eros from above
To weave in truth, that state of rapture grand;
Bestowed by chance or yet ordained by gods,
No soul so bound was ever yet more awed!

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Sonnet 443

I feel your form beneath my body pressed
Afloat in moonlit silk upon your bed,
Soft arms askew, your gentle soul at rest,
Dusk shadowed wreath of perfume ‘round your head;
Moist lips to lips in ecstasy sublime,
In beat to beat two hearts refrain as one,
My fingers seek your fingers to entwine
There breast to breast ‘til kisses sweet are done.
Then moaning softly as in pained delight
Your lithe form tenses taut by fervor drawn
And arches up each sinew tensioned tight,
Relaxing swiftly then of rapture worn;
Now melting softly into scented dreams…
Replete with all the wonder love esteems.

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