Month: June 2021

Sonnet 481

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And when my arms shall cradle you the last
With love’s bright fire fading from your eyes,
When quaking grief shall tell that you have passed,
Stern bells will peal their thunder to the skies.
Gaunt birds will stand stiff silent, mute in prayer
While frozen sunshine shadows still the ground;
Life’s incense fades in whispers on the air
While on each face, dull sallow sadness found.
So ends a life, as many gone before…
Yet none so precious as that which I hold,
No words of praise could ever here say more,
Or frame the essence of your story told.
While lives are often tallied great or small,
By love’s sweet measure, yours does best them all.

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Sonnet 480

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There is no greater comfort to my soul
Than that we trekked together hand in hand,
No fonder memory could my heart enscroll
Than thinking of those footprints pressed in sand.
No earthly blight could veer those steps apart
Though wind and wave might fade their passage there,
This journey right remains locked in my heart—
Sweet chronicle of love beyond compare.
It matters not the which, the where, the when,
Nor whys nor hows that happened on the way;
The path of love is easy to defend—
Yet where it wends, no one can ever say.
It matters not how much we laughed or cried;
Love braved it all—and you were by my side.

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Sonnet 479

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Oh would that I could stay Time’s wicked hand
That he not e’er disparage beauty so;
Fair flowers would bloom forever on the land
And your sweet visage dwell in Heaven’s glow.
No silver flecks to stain that sable hair,
No crazing lines to mar that silken skin,
No sunken eyes to mark dark shadow’s lair,
No thinning lips to purse in lined chagrin.
If only God would grant me sovereign power,
Such desecration I would staunchly spurn
And radiance last forever, not an hour,
That in your cheeks red roses ever burn.
Perhaps such might resides within my pen,
By words here writ, your glamour never end.

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Sonnet 478

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An anemone ensconced beneath the sea
Was lonely so he split himself in two,
Beside his mate the twain would wave in glee
Yet ‘twixt them both, the distance slowly grew.
While happy arms still waved in sweet delight
Those touching hands now gently slipped apart
And what was one now seemed but two in plight
As each from each obeyed a separate heart.
Yet as they moved they flailed in happy dance
Signaling love—or some last sad farewell
And whether theirs remained a strained romance
Or briny hate, no one could ever tell.
One question lingered still upon the seas—
Were they still friends, or rank anemones?

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Sonnet 477

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For what is love if not the sight of you,
Soft eyes that boast the light of lustrous dawn,
Broad cheerful smile that warms hearts through and through,
Sweet voice wherein all pleasing notes abound;
Lithe movements born of gentle liberty
And yet a presence firm in soft command,
Proud virtue that archangels blush to see—
Compassion true that knows no gentler hand.
I thank the gods that made the female form,
Refined the best and blest it once again
Placing her by my side to take my arm,
To sing to me each day in glad refrain.
As gods permit, your beauty shall live on,
An angel bright, enshrined here in my song.

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Sonnet 476

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Ah life! The beating heart, the musing mind
And all the chaos of confusing thought
There rendered through synaptic webs entwined
Where faith alone reveals what God has wrought.
Yes what we view—waved corpuscles of light,
Are mere reflections of reality,
As gazing in a pool where zephyrs blight
The compilation of that which we see.
All conscience locked within a cryptic brain
Of jellied sludge set sapient serene,
Whose silent machinations yet ordain
By full summation, that which senses glean.
Though what exists is rarely what we think,
We ponder on—or into darkness sink.

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Sonnet 475

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I’ve neither inclination nor the time
To mask my thoughts in false propriety;
Nor fear my speech be judged a heinous crime
When placed at odds with your feigned decency.
You draw yourself up at the vaguest slight
Perceived by what you deem offends your ear
And round your eyes in counterfeited fright
When jesting jabs, your dignity besmears.
The world shows not you centered at the point
Where it revolves in timeless tenured turn,
Nor do its patrons wish to so anoint
Your ego—save with oils quite quick to burn.
Yea damn to Hell all varlets that you see—
Spare me the trial, I’ll throw away the key!

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Sonnet 474

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My child, do not succumb to that dark web
Where minds are tempted and true souls beguiled;
Where bits and bites gnaw promise into dread
And human decency is oft reviled.
The better part of man is debased such
That rancor reigns upon aborning creeds,
Bright lives diminished at a simple touch
To stoke up angst and feed corruptors’ greed.
Power perverts most all who wield its mace
And few of good will yet proud course maintain,
Dominion can distort the noblest grace
And vices’ dungeons soon the best detain.
Though thoughts now travel at the speed of light—
Sage judgement still determines wrong from right.

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