Month: April 2024

Sonnet 641

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Pure love in mortal form—sure stands no other—
The sole purveyor of all life to see
Proudly bearing the cherished name of Mother,
Sweet shepherdess of every soul to be.
No triumph of the heart accords more praise,
By selfless acts each day, no measured end—
Dear heart and hand to waning spirits raise
With every joy or sorrow to attend.
Soft gentle hand upon the lilting cradle
With might to move an unforgiving world;
By light of love all shadow to disable,
On sight alone bright flags of hope unfurled.
By heaven’s grace and love’s unending power…
The best of human virtue in a flower.

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Sonnet 640

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‘You have a handsome face’ she said to me
Midst other praises she did happily sing;
Full unaccustomed to such flattery
I thought, perhaps, she fancied but a fling.
“What is it women want?” I braved to ask…
‘Why love, of course, and faithfulness to death,
Wit and humor, someone who makes them laugh,
And strength unbridled, confidence, I guess;
‘‘But there are likely many of that ilk—
In your broad travels, some have surely passed
Who might have loved you with undying will?”
‘A few, but lacking station, means and class…
Well, I must go, it’s sure been nice to gab,
I left my purse, no doubt you’ve got the tab.’

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Sonnet 639

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Love enters through the eyes bestirring hearts
Whose quickened essence ever pulses more,
Sweet fluttering cadence that can souls impart
Sheer wings of light on which rapt spirits soar.
Swift rises so dear hope to giddying heights
On rainbow plumage shimmering in the air;
By lofty vantage there to gain rare sight
Imbuing visions bright beyond compare.
Still gyring higher on upsurging spires
And gliding ever closer to the sun,
The nearing sound of soft angelic choirs
Hint paradise lies scarce a cloud beyond.
By glimpse alone, love can on pinions rise—
Where wings of feathered wax oft court demise.

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Sonnet 638

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Yes, he has been unfaithful, this is true
And now you stand the angry woman scorned,
Yet for such rancor that you now exude
Take careful stock of everything you’ve learned.
To slay forgiveness with the sword of hate
Where every man is tempted to deceive—
Should foul fault now lock dear Heaven’s gate
That no sin garnered e’re deserve reprieve?
If he still loves you, what becomes the cost
By proud excuse to keep your house a home…
For pride alone, should fondest hope be tossed
And you serve penance, striking out alone?
All men are sinners, each in differing kind,
But razing love for vengeance seems purblind.

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Sonnet 637

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There lies no prudence in this humble verse;
No message great to life’s proud force assign—
Nor yet a dictum noble, stern or terse,
No deeper meaning cloaked between the lines.
No wealth to filch through furtive mimicry,
No pearl of insight to bestow in kind,
No secret credo for the soul to seek—
To lift up hope or sanctify the mind.
This is, more sure, an exercise of heart
Where silent words may wheel and entertain
That language forged through ages, might assert,
In ink-borne echoes, truths we can’t explain.
Where minds may muse in rhyme reflected thought—
And by pure wonder, laud what words have wrought.

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Sonnet 636

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We are but Bowerbirds, it seems to be,
Where glossy plumage worn speaks to our worth,
Displayed for but the finest mate to see—
Rank wealth concealing blemishes of birth.
Like mating birds we barter and disguise
There gilding nuptial beds with treasure,
Gold’s glitter cast to blind a lover’s eyes,
That she submit and join in wanton pleasure.
So too, the human mind, like birds, prefers—
And handsome wealth requites a wanting face
Though choices such are coined in different words,
Each pretext posed, extolled without disgrace.
There dowries deck the marital bed in greed—
And beauty’s owned by he who holds the deed.

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Sonnet 635

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Am I a fool to trust that you are true
While knowing every soul has its free will?
Where human passion sways, as it may do,
And rude temptation lurks upon the hill?
The cowbird waits, unguarded nests to find,
Much as those times I’m absent from your heart,
And on swift wings leaves color-guards behind
To stain proud flags and vanish in the dark.
But of betrayal, what have I there to fear…
Seeing no hint of treason in your eye,
And of suspicion, should I find despair
In changing moods or frequent pseudo sighs?
Love’s trust becomes the snare by which we grieve—
And cuckolds fret on truths they half believe.

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