Month: March 2022

Sonnet 534

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Happy Birthday my love, for on this day
Marks still the time a precious soul was born
To grace the earth as though an errant ray
Of heaven’s light upon the earth was shown.
That beam to bathe the world in light so warm,
And rainbow hue the earth in kindness fair—
That every heart so touched rise hope adorned,
Imbued in ardor, yet beyond compare.
With fondness blessed and purity of heart,
By gentle grace that every soul confounds—
So one from all would rise and stand apart,
Yet still embraced—by all the world renowned.
Now is a time to celebrate and sing
And may this praise in rhyme forever ring!

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Sonnet 533

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I threw another dream-log on the fire
Where dying flames still licked it hungrily,
And though the smoke to heaven did aspire
My thoughts lay in bronze embers there to see;
Within those glowing coals, all ardor past,
The essence yet of every hope and prayer,
All quested glory now on ashes cast,
And nigh below, grey stone to rest them there.
Not long ago a great inferno burned
Within the confines of this darkened hearth,
A conflagration pure of life affirmed—
Now lit as candles on a sepulcher;
That blaze a flicker of its former might
Which once did rage—Oh with a gloried light!

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The Poet

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Carefully chosen words laid in like brick
And then the mortar grit and muddy thick
To build a structure where no ready form
Could yet unto the watchful eyes discern;
But still the layer labored unaware
Indeed quite doubtful anyone should care
For there was such fulfillment in that work
No part of him would deign to stop or shirk
That labor born of love that egged him on
Until across that page no light yet shone.
Rest of tomorrow ‘til the sun shall rise,
Where line by line fresh toil greets the skies.

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Sonnet 532

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A lonely traveler then, ‘twixt birth and death—
That odyssey of hope and dreams called life;
From primal scream until the final breath,
A pilgrimage replete with bloody strife;
A gauntlet there of tribulation run—
So beaten, bound—by every word disgraced;
More battles seeming lost than those fair won
And even night’s reprieve, by fret erased.
Yet comes the morning with the waxing light
To vanquish shadows and to spirits warm,
Slaying the dragons that beset the night,
And salving souls with faith’s eternal balm.
Here though I greet the world with gaze distrait,
I look on you and grant that hell can wait.

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Sonnet 531

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Long have I gazed through life’s ethereal smoke
And in that haze have watched fair beauties pass,
Where many sport their fairness as a cloak
That hides a heart stone ugly, rude and crass.
Sweet beauty is not always golden truth
And truth is rarely simple beauty blessed,
For outward grace is oft the veil of youth
To stand brief moments, there by springtime dressed.
But you, dear heart, show beauty from the coeur—
This truth I speak, and boldly here defend:
To state this peerless garment that you wear
Will age unblemished to the very end;
Most beauty is not truth that’s outward seen—
But more charm’s aspect glossed in virtue’s mien.

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