Sonnet 481

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 yet the ground;
 Life’s scented incense staling on the air
And on each face dull sallow sadness found.
So ends a life as many have 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 shall best them all.

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Sonnet 480

There is no greater comfort to my soul
Then that we trekked together hand in hand,
No fonder memory could my heart cajole
Than those paired footsteps pressed upon life’s sand.
No earthly blight could cleave those prints apart
Though wind and wave obscures that passing there,
That journey right remains locked in my heart;
Sweet odyssey of love beyond compare.
It matters not the which, the where, the when,
The why or how 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

Oh would that I could stay Time’s wicked hand
That he dare not disparage beauty so,
Then flowers would bloom forever on the land
And your sweet visage stay in Heaven’s glow.
No flecks of silver in that sable hair,
No crooked lines to crease that silken skin,
No sunken eyes to be a shadow’s lair,
No starving lips to purse in lined chagrin.
If only God would grant me sovereign power
Such desecration I would staunchly spurn
And beauty stay forever, not an hour,
So always in your cheeks red roses burn.
Perhaps such might resides within my pen,
And words here writ, your beauty’s reign defend.

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Sonnet 478

An anemone ensconced beneath the sea
Was lonely so he split himself in two,
Beside his mate the twain did wave in glee
Yet twixt the each the distance slowly grew.
While happy arms still waved in sweet delight
The 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
Gesticulating love or sad farewell
And whether theirs remained a strained romance
Or briny hate, no one could ever tell.
One question so did linger on the seas;
We’re they still friends, or rank anemones?

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Sonnet 477

For what is love if not the sight of you,
Bright almond eyes, fair skin of lustrous dawn,
Broad gentle smile that warms hearts through and through,
Sweet voice in which all pleasing notes are found.
Lithe movements that sport female liberty
And yet a presence firm with soft command,
Proud virtue that archangels blush to see,
Compassion true that knows no finer hand.
I thank the gods that made the female form,
Then saved 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 will live on,
A vision quite, enshrined here in my song.

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Sonnet 476

Ah life! The beating heart, the musing mind
And all the chaos of confusing thought
There rendered through synaptic webs entwined
That we may yet perceive what God has wrought.
Yes what we view, waved corpuscles of light
Are but 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 porridge set sapient serene,
Whose silent machinations yet arraign
The whole summation of what senses glean.
Though what exists be rarely what we think,
We ponder on, or into darkness sink.

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Sonnet 475

Neither have I inclination or yet time
To screen my words for vain 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 hock all varlets that you see—
Spare me the trial, I’ll throw away the key.

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Sonnet 474

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 lowered such
That rancor reigns upon aborning creeds,
Bright lives diminished at a simple touch
To foment angst and purse rot tyrant’s greed.
Power debases most who wield it’s mace
And few of good will their proud course maintain,
Dominion can corrupt the noblest grace
And vices’ dungeons soon all good detain.
Though thought now travels at the speed of light,
Sage judgement yet disperses wrong from right.

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