Sonnet 378

Where are we now, we two of likened mind,
Our hearts and souls still bound together—one;
Yet of stark difference we in time now find
That each unto each personage stands alone.
What hand now reaches first ‘cross chasm wide?
Which lips express remorse unto which ear?
As we in pressured silence time now bide
Wherein each failing minute seems a year;
We cannot lay dear love in battle down,
Nor here imprison dreams in bars of steel;
In homage to sweet past my head I bow
And so on blended knee now choose to yield;
I cannot live a day without your love,
Your heart this invocation such may move.

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Sonnet 377

The land afore from which I sprang calls true
As church bell clear upon a Sunday morn,
And memory such of all I know or knew
Comes rushing back in echoes I have known;
The farm springs to my sight in green and gold
Pastoral scenes there burnished by the sun,
Sweet memories rise in tears eyes cannot hold
And silver rivulets down worn cheeks now run.
There sparkles bright the lakes and streams I swam,
The trees I scarred with hearts of love once dreamed,
The hills still ringing with proud songs I sang,
Broad pastured fields that in soft moonlight gleamed.
A boy once left those fields, the earth to roam…
And of a world so wide, still calls them home.

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Sonnet 376

I met Sylvia by a laughing stream
One broken fragment of a summer’s day,
She floated to me, a sylph born of a dream,
Her raven hair festooned in ribbons gay;
A hint of perfume on the incensed air,
Sweet ardor smoldering in the golden sun
With eyes afire and simple soul laid bear—
I fair rejoiced in triumph seeming won.
Warm flowered lea soft embered into night,
The sighs of love enraptured in a swoon,
Her naked skin slim silvered in faint light,
Cascading hair now rivulets of the moon;
And flesh unto seared flesh in passion burned:
Of love or lust two hearts lay unconcerned.

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Sonnet 375

Being born of a worldly age I bow
To all the teachings history may show,
For oft when choosing action for the hour
A lucid past may wisdom there bestow.
What has been done before oft shows the way
Wherein effect and cause play out their part,
So distillations of steeped time may sway
Resolutions the tried and true impart.
Thus may we learn from pondering prior faults
And glean from them as much as triumphs past;
To shutter knowledge such in ancient vaults
Is to be blind at how life’s die are cast;
For what’s to be oft rests on what’s transpired;
Odds favor acts of wit and worth conspired.

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Sonnet 374

I prayed her passing was a fond dismay
For those who loved her knew it was her time;
I would have gone but I was far away
Lost in another land, another rhyme.
She was both mentor and a precious friend;
The letter to me came a bit too late
And found me sitting with my pen in hand
While she was softly closing heaven’s gate;
Her worth to me? Why I may never know—
The gift of knowledge has no measured part,
That endless treasure that she did bestow
I spend in homage to her favored art;
And here inscribed in ink on paper white
I yield another tribute to her light.

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Sonnet 373

You are my refuge from embattled days,
You are my strength in every dire hour,
You are the light when sorrow clouds the way,
Your gentle touch can all my soul empower;
I look upon your face and feel at peace,
I marvel at the beauty of your eyes,
The softness of your touch can woe surcease,
Your smile, pure sunshine that all hearts beguile.
I thank the gods that brought you here to me
That on my journey I not trek alone;
That I, in perilous combat beaten be
Might have this angel dear to tend my wounds;
I think of all my struggles and life’s pain
And smile as I now look at you again.

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Sonnet 372

Two worlds collided in a pub one day
Venus and Mars, as I recall quite clear;
A cataclysmic union that did spray
Meteors of fire both far and near;
The molten lava from those heart cleaved cores
Spewed forth into the dark deep depths of space
Until the visage black of heaven bore
Clawed streaks of light ‘cross his celestial face.
The inferno cooled, gravity won out
Save comets  spawned that did strike out alone,
In numbing silence, fragments strewn about
Formed in that orbit, monuments of stone…
Yet in another bar, my flag unfurled,
I raise a pint: Destroyer of new worlds.

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Sonnet 371

It doesn’t seem like Father’s Day today,
The sun has risen, soft winds now rock the trees
Much like the hand upon those cradle days
Which lingers on in blissful memories.
My children are now gone with lives their own
Yet still I hear their laughter on the stairs;
I see their playful images have grown
To take their lofty place among the stars.
So aches the heart that causes tears to fall,
So falls the rain that makes sweet flowers grow,
So comes the snows that blanket over all,
So passes time … I know, I know, I know.
Some time ago sweet doves from home embarked;
Their shadowed wings still beat within my heart.

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Sonnet 370

Inside the human heart there burns a fire,
Dispelling darkness, showing souls the way,
Buoying spirits that they never tire
On their sweet passage through life’s mortal fray.
Fond visions shared are ever more the bright,
Harsh burden borne by two are less the more;
Dark sorrow twained is seeming more the light,
Spawned happiness conjoined more apt to soar.
The storied worth of joy is rare of one
As smiles begetting smiles are quick to show,
The living song of life more clearly sung
When harmonized in tender timed accord.
No greater gift to man from god above
Than hearts ensconced in timeless, endless love.

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Sonnet 369

Good bye my dear, I know you’ve found another,
And I will spare the awkwardness and pain
Of lovers true, now ever cleft asunder—
For words and tears can nothing further gain.
Your trunk lies packed and waiting by the door,
Please read the note that bids you leave the key;
No need to settle any further score,
All bonds are gone and spirits now set free;
What does it matter what was said or done,
Or who did what unto and when and where?
This love born out of truth is surely gone,
All hope lies razed, beyond a gods’ repair.
So bleeds two hearts that once blushed red with love,
Blanched in despair endearments cannot salve.

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