Last Laugh

No animal as gay as man
In aped frivolity
Whose act enjoys the broadest span
Of humorosity
And though he laughs as best he can
His circumstance to see
The last of laughs upon his stand
Shall light eternity

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Sonnet 453

Now she is gone and I sit here alone,
Perhaps it’s but one anguish less to ponder;
No more rank fervor searing to the bone,
That battle of the wills shall burn no longer.
I am not saddened; no not sad at all—
This feeling much akin to truce in war;
In truth a muted joy that none shall fall,
Relief now won, but yet no evened score.
But quiet peace is never to be shunned,
Mute solace is a refuge spirits seek
Where wounded souls stark feelings yet unplumbed
Can so be measured, be they bright or bleak;
And so in silence I now sit and muse,
Detente in love is but a loss we chose.

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Sonnet 452

I took a trip upon a star one day
And saw massed souls all thronging heaven’s gate;
Wrought iron stood to block that pearly way,
Pressed hands in steepled form set there to wait;
The grounds were littered quite with crumpled prayers
That piled in mounds against the golden walls
And yet beyond the gilded confines there
The edifice seemed dark, as in a pall.
The keeper of the keys could not be seen
More gates beyond that door, a dozen sure,
At lower heights were scrawled some words obscene
And near the crowd a toppled lectern clear.
I wondered as I rode that stellar span,
Upon return, perhaps a novel plan.

Sonnet 451

Sweet Selena, I see you have returned,
Your silken smile now lights the forest bright;
Perhaps you knew each day my heart has yearned,
Each quiet evening longing for your sight.
I watch that point above the distant trees
Where you appear much like a cresting sail,
Proud ship of joy returned on scented breeze,
Hope buoyed delight, dear lover’s arms to hail.
Pale visage now above the velvet dark
Ascending slowly on the purple air
With mien of gilded princess you embark
Upon your journey to some kingdom fair.
I twilight lay awash in silver grace
Of burnished beams that do my soul embrace.

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Sonnet 450

You have been liberated, I set you free
Now free to soil the very womb of time,
Yes free to lust for all life’s forgeries
And all the worth society defines.
What tenet proffered helped you to decide?
What chosen path subtends eternal bliss?
What crafted compass shall your soul now guide
Where forces dark lead not your heart amiss?
No more the surly bonds of hearth and home,
Those trying little hands that sap your life;
No burdened homilies like numbing gloam
That fail to venerate the makeless wife.
This sovranty, now but soft shackles worn;
And from false faith, a new oppression born.

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Sonnet 449

Where yet fake virtue is now worn as fame
As plastic crown upon a well coiffed pate,
And of this goodness which we pend false name,
We show sad worth that words may never state;
‘I speak no evil for see this my charm
To ward off spirits that pure principles decay,
And so accord myself all pious harm
To punish those who dare sweet truth betray.’
So now here self declared, a moral god
And thus in proud pomposity to rule
O’er serfs that clear deserve to be down trod
Where every word they utter proves them fools.
This darkling vaudeville of hypocrisy
Is but the prelude to rank tyranny.

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Sonnet 448

What of the tiger whose proud failing light,
That flickering flame of orange now fading fast;
Lost in the darkened forest’s dwindling night
Where once he burned as if to ever last?
Which prey now feels those dreadful scimitars,
That feared blood roar beneath a yellow moon,
Or sees that snarling muzzle rife with scars
And knows the terror face of certain doom?
Of burning amber eyes to see no more,
No shadowed paths fresh spoored by hidden claws;
No  peerless stealth to stalk the forests floor,
His rough rasped chuff forever given pause.
Yes he who made him also made the lamb
And here so too, the insolence of man.

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Sonnet 447

This snow now falling fast upon more snow,
Ice feathered down upon the fields to rise
And robed in white the solemn cornstalk rows,
Stark sullen forms to winter’s might apprise.
Sad vanquished trees dark branches supplicate
Beneath that burdened blight that they now bear,
Yet in disgrace they stand still proud and straight
To flout the frozen manacles they wear;
But winter’s mischief still is not here done
His gelid breath to drift the frigid blight
And build tall ramparts forged to brave the sun’s
Bright brazen rays with which he soon must fight.
Here in subnivean warmth I gaze and dream
That one day from this ruin shall summer gleam.

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Sonnet 446

When I see tyrants wage outrageous wars,
The blood of serfs grim spilled on fields of scorn,
Or mother’s unplumbed tears when bairn they bore
Are rendered limb from limb in battle torn.
When I see dauntless youth rude hurled in graves,
Crass carnage heaped upon chaste mortal coil
Or see that precious blood and breath they gave
Entombed in darkness on some foreign soil;
‘Tis then of mans’s humanity I ask
That such an earthly scourage be wrought by God
Who’s likened image wears a woeful mask
Wherein all leered compassion seems a fraud;
I see a world enslaved by vengeful pride…
‘Til throngs of mushroom clouds do burst and rise.

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Love Forever

Love has been like this forever
Two hearts bound in truth together
In lock step their every measure
Why not you and me?
 
Arms embrace to hold in pleasure
Clasped beneath the moon in leisure
Holding there a blissful treasure
That was meant to be.
 
Lips to lips upon the heather
Whispers softer than a zephyr
Promises for now and ever
This I pledge to thee.
 
Life is such a great adventure
Here ‘midst fair or foulest weather
Hardship yet shall never sever
Love to always be.
 
Let us walk now by the river
Marking there an endless ledger
Other lovers and whomever
None cared much as we.
 
Arm in arm as joined in tether
Footfalls soft as downy feather
Prattling now in mindless blether
Words on what’s to be.
 
Now then of our great endeavor
You and I as one are better
For alone we stand the lesser
This I clearly see.
 
Jealously shall never hector
Nor a quarrel here dissever
Or a man yet put asunder
Love of you and me.
 
Life may find us yet wherever
May sweet bairns be our successor
And we stay so ever blessed here
This I pray to be.
 

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