Month: May 2025

Sonnet 728

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Yes, I have seen the wind move through the trees
And watched her skim in whispers o’er the lake;
I’ve seen her scatter golden autumn leaves
And chase the clouds along her restless wake.
She shows herself with dust swirls in her hair,
Or when she dances laughing in the rain;
For then she scorns at what the world may care,
And calls to me in murmurs, soft and plain.
In quiet hours when no one else can hear,
She weaves for me coquettish secret games
Of kiss and run, like some sweet paramour,
A fleeting joy no mortal heart can claim—
‘Who has seen the wind?’ The doubters often say;
I smile, of course, and then head out to play.

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Sonnet 727

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(Her answer to the swain of Sonnet 235)

Yes I recall when deep beneath your sheets
My body sparked the tinder of your flame;
How fiery eyes and hearts in fervent beats
Conjoined our lust with neither guilt nor shame.
Enwrapped between my thighs, you dared explore
While heat surged up from every urgent breath—
You plunged into the vent of ardor’s roar
And drank the cries I screamed from passion’s depths.
Then doused in sweat, the blaze began to fade,
We smoldered on, two embers burned and spent
My mouth still seeking, bold and unafraid,
A hungry phoenix, glowing, near ascent.
By love consumed, still ash, no flame to quell;
I bore you through both heaven and sweet hell.

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Sonnet 726

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When I behold the pipes of jaunty spring
Breathe life to cheerless branches cold and bare,
When forest minstrels on fresh breeze sing,
And morning breaks with promise in the air;
When golden warmth dissolves the icy woes,
And frozen earth yields to the season’s sway;
When budding limbs in quiet radiance glow,
And swelling blooms redeem the world from gray-
It’s then my thoughts return to you my love,
Sweet vernal soul who warms all hearts anew
To cast the world in heaven’s light above
And with one smile, paints all a rainbow hue.
As ancients praised the waxing sun’s sure light,
So shall I you – until my winter’s blight.

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Sonnet 725

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When sands run out and fervid colors fade,
Dark clouds arise and choke the living sun;
On Heaven’s air a solemn requiem plays…
The gloaming whispers that my work is done,
Time to snuff out the candle, close the door,
Ascend the stairway to the waiting bed;
Loose the scabbard, hang up the arms I wore
And lay the body down—all done and said;
No more the endless siege, the battles drawn,
No more the grand pursuit – horse, hound and horn,
No more the tender warmth of hearts once won,
Nor weight of fallen comrades, duty borne,
Now shall I rest where God’s dear memories keep,
And noble dreams lie folded into sleep.

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Mother

						

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You are the one who brought me here


Into this wondrous world and wide


The hope and pain you did endure


By smiles and tears did love betide


 


And from your gentle arms I flew


Forever guided by your song


As in your heart I know and knew


That you would love me right or wrong


 


There stands no greater love than this


A mother’s dreams held for her child


Earth’s manifest of Heaven’s bliss


Telluric blessings mercy mild


 


As long as men have tears to shed


As long as hearts have hope to spring


As long as blood stays crimson red


I’ll think of you though tears may sting


 


So if you look from Heaven down


And see the man you raised to be


Know that the seeds of love so sown


Shall ever bide in memory…


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Sonnet 724

						

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I know I must enthrall you with this line,


Or you will never read another word.


Perhaps by now I’ve squandered all my time,


And further lines might border on absurd.


This ink, though black, springs purely from the heart


And humbly begs forgiveness for offense,


In hope the tribute that this verse imparts


Might win remission and bring recompense.


I know I am not worthy of your love—


By fate or chance I entered in your realm…


Or yet some god did cast the die above


And Fortune’s throw placed me at your heart’s helm.


For love of life I meant not to offend;


As here by truth alone, these lines contend.
















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Sonnet 723

						

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The world seems far too heavy now, and still


Languishing here, ensconced within my hand;


I roam Point Nemo freely at my will,


And speak with souls who seek their solace grand;


By satellite I measure Fuji’s snow,


Or trace the Amazon through mountain scree


And seek lone places only penguins know—


Or ask a friend to come have toast and tea.


I can best Magellan in an hour,


Look down on places where no man has been


And glimpse Blake’s heaven in an astral flower


With telescopes that arc around the sun.


Through cyber sight I’ve seen the dawn of time…


Yet your sweet smile still bests all this in kind.


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Sonnet 722

						

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Today is the beginning of the end,


The end of all—of everything before;


Where naught but consequence and fate attend


Life’s fading hope that once the gods implored.


Each dawn reborn from out of darkest night,


Then heaven on earth, to blackness plunged again;


The promised glory of the rising light—


All Stygian sins by fervent faith washed clean.


Yet why should darkness wear the mask of sin?


Who has not gloried in the waxing gloam,


Or basked in velvet arms embraced therein—


Soft warmth that beckons weary spirits home.


Celestial wheels perplex the mortal mind,


By light or shadow, heresies divine.














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