Category: Poems

Angelic Light

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Sheer, sleek and gentle as the velvet night,
The moon bowl pouring out her ivory white
That spilled through lattice on your eider bed
Gilding the curls that crowned your dainty head.
A quilt of ermine graced your sleeping form
On opalescent clouds so soft and warm…
Argental dreams did ghost that lustrous lair,
Sweet silvern goddess buoyed on oyster air:
A snowdrop blooming at some sterling ball—
Albescent angels dancing in the hall;
Milk satin butterfly at some vernal fest—
Eclipsing hues in your canescent best.
From secret sable shadows, still, serene
I gazed out on that pale pearlescent scene
Then joined you in phantasms of delight,
A darkling moth drawn to candescent light;
Content to flutter madly ‘round your glow—
Bedazzled by a luster few shall know.

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Sonnet 676

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His worldly span one orbit ’round the sun
And now he lies sure spent to breathe his last,
For Father Time concedes his work is done
And good or bad, his reign on earth has passed.
A new born infant rises on the First
With all the pomp and promise hope can bring,
To sing with joy from heart set near to burst
While still unto the elder’s breast he clings.
The bells ring out! The passing year is gone!
Proud voices bold, erupt in ‘Auld Lang Syne’
Raising a glass to those who have moved on,
A draught of kindness lauds their place in time—
Bright dreams as ever rise up unrepressed
And souls in Glory cheer, as ever blessed!

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Sonnet 675

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‘Mother of the Messiah you shall be—
This is the role God bids you to fulfill,
His choice alone declares your purity
Through His great love and consecrating will.’
So said Gabriel as to assuage all fear;
‘You’ve found high favor with the Lord Most High,
The son of God you have been set to rear—
You must prepare for now the time is nigh’…
“I am the Lord’s servant” she softly said.
The angel left her to prepare her way,
Her call to serve within His chosen stead:
What could she think or, humbly hope to say?
“Behold I am the handmaid of the Lord,
May it be done in faith, as by His word.”

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Sonnet 674

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White snowy down fell softly Christmas Eve,
An eider blanket swaddling the town;
Children watched the hearth in pure belief
That every creak bespoke a Santa sound.
Mantle stockings hung in hope proclaimed;
A fir stood proud, festooned in garlands gay,
Beneath trimmed boughs lay gifts all wrapped and named
While on the table, feasts and sweets were laid.
Outside some rose-cheeked carolers roused in song
Flirtatious flakes upon their eyebrows clung;
Warm angel-biscuits for the minstrel throng—
Hot chocolate frothed when all their joys were sung.
Pajamaed cherubs yawning their Noel,
Were led to dreams before the midnight bell.

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Sonnet 673

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I burned a poem I’d written in the hearth
And watched the smoke rise slowly up to heaven
To find, perhaps, in ash a pardoned heart
Now freed at last from all its dark obsession.
That paper, curled, tormented, black and grey
Seemed so to mirror sentiments in kind,
The sweetest hopes that souls might ever pray
Now but a charred and blackened crust of rind.
A puff of errant wind came down the flue
And smote apart that cinder lying there,
As though God bade me never to renew
Those tainted vows that fostered dire despair.
That gust that razed the past gave embers light—
And to my blackened soul, a spark of life.
 
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Sonnet 672

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The shutting door locked silence in the room
As love bid me adieu forever more.
Incarcerated shadows stoked the gloom
While wracking pain spilled tears upon the floor;
Sore sullen eyes now stinging red-rimmed dry
And lips now swollen, bitter-brined with salt,
Lamented with stark breast quaked mournful sighs
To damn my soul to depths no hope could vault.
Anguished musings now fevered in morass;
A moan-tormented candle seared the night
Flashing grim despair from panes of glass
To frame a wretched scene of tortured blight;
Crazed countenance of agony and woe—
Dire eyes aghast—how could God make it so?

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Sonnet 671

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The urn embraced the terracotta tiles
And split asunder ‘midst a thunderous crash;
The matron swept in, pale and sorely riled—
Cacophony transformed to face aghast.
Beneath that plinth lay history and time,
Rude-ravaged murals, gods and mortal men,
Silent imagined pipings reft of rhyme
That to dear spirits shall ne’er play again.
What now to say unto the baroness?
Wrought prize of truth and beauty razed to ruin,
All happy happiness now tears and dust;
Shorn boughs to finally bid their Spring adieu.
“No Grecian ode redeems this shattered mass,
Sweep up the shards, dear maid—such things don’t last”

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Sonnet 670

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The young man wears his heart upon his sleeve,
The old man sports life’s battles on his face,
The woes of time bring both unto their knees
Where death shall wield, in time, the final mace.
Life is a poignant marching odyssey,
That hails by wailed inception from the womb
A journey schooled in fate’s philosophies—
All dreams, though winged, descend into the tomb.
Hope rests a spring upon a mountain high,
Fear stalks as shadows slinking forest deep;
Joy is a smile, a kiss, a whispered sigh,
Love is a flame that burns all hearts it keeps.
The young man lies within an old man’s arms
Each soul entreats the other: carry on.

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Sonnet 669

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Past towers of skulls we climbed adobe brick,
What honor to be placed at Toci’s side…
Supine on limestone tables smooth and slick,
Still warm from blood of others faith had plied.
I saw raw passion undulate her frame—
A jaguar shifting subtly at night,
Bronze muscles lithe and taut, rosettes in flame
With feline diamonds fixed and glowing bright.
In that dread moment I hailed the end of days,
Two sapient souls afloat on meso time;
Obsidian knives reflecting pine torch rays
In praise of gods— a sacrifice sublime!
I gazed up at the moon skull, white as a bone
And heard her murmur as the blades struck home.

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