Month: October 2023

Sonnet 608

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Dear cherub child now lost in blissful sleep
Drifting softly to where playful sprites abound,
Love swaddled tight in arms designed to keep
You in that gentle place of peace profound.
Where do you journey in your silent dreams
Your bassinet afloat to worlds afar?
A silken slide upon celestial beams,
A feathered ark borne on to distant stars.
When you return I shall be waiting near
To praise, provide, protect and still defend,
To guide you with a grace both true and clear
And with a light that Heaven might commend.
Rest now my darling, soft, without a care—
At journey’s end pure love awaits you there.

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Sonnet 607

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My shadow is my friend—for long I’ve seen
When others flee or falter, he remains;
At back, at front, beside when winds blow keen,
He walks with me and ever there sustains.
When all seems lost, he stands bereft of woe
And draws his blade whenever I draw mine—
To charge lockstep fanatic, fiend or foe
And swings till blood flows rich as vintage wine.
In quiet moments when I’m deep in thought
He ruminates beside me chin in hand;
Firm silent strength that e’er a soul hath sought
To guide free will—but never to command.
No greater kinship shall there ever be:
Pure will, pure right—my silhouette and me.

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Sonnet 606

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I’ll write a sonnet for you every day
And serenade with songs to stir your smile,
I’ll purse my lips and blow the clouds away
That sunshine dance upon your hair a while.
I’ll bring red roses heaven-blessed by rain,
Ambrosia sweets to charm your waiting tongue,
Downy comforts to rest your gentle frame
That you may feast on dreams when day is done.
I’ll bring you ribbons wrought from rainbows too
And satin dresses tincture touched by dawn,
A diadem of diamond dappled dew;
Soft sunset slippers shadow steeped in gloam.
All this and more, as best ardor may prove—
To win your heart and ever be your love.

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Sonnet 605

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Of all the wonders God has wrought on earth
From mighty seas unto grand mountains high,
No miracle surpasses that of birth—
A tender mother with her newborn child.
That line from Eden to this hallowed place,
Unbroken through the vagaries of time;
Sweet chain of cradling arms that e’er embrace
Life’s precious gift of love that reigns sublime.
My darling daughter, now you take this trust
Of gentle hands caressing purest love—
This sacred charge that life through love entrusts;
There by each action, Heaven’s gift to prove.
In arms you hold the truth that God commends,
Love born of love that here by love ascends.

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Sonnet 604

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Yes many men have crafted their demise,
And built the looming gallows with their pride,
They play at follies innocence denies,
And dig deep graves where grinning shadows bide;
They forge the gauntlet sealing out their fate—
Through rank hubris they dare provoke the Gods;
Decrying Styx and even Heaven’s gate,
And worse—the path their wayward step still plods.
Blind self-conceit directing every deed
While infamy attends their hollow fame;
Each misstep glossed by flatterers in need,
That loss or failure bears a sweeter name.
Bolder still when Fortune disagrees,
They feign repentance, groveling on their knees.

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