Sonnet 373

You are my refuge from embattled days,
You are my strength in every dire hour,
You are the light when sorrow clouds glad ways,
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 years 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,
Twinned happiness like wings, 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 conjoined 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 atonement cannot salve.

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Word Play

I’ll let the words run wild today
For I have nothing much to say,
No constraints of schemed up rhyme
Or metered feet restrained by time;
Just couplet hands soft held in verse
Where pleasured dreams their songs rehearse;
Trite simile and metaphor
Can wait in line outside the door,
Dropping consonants all the same,
Alliteration is their game;
Quick to strive for strong allusion
Hinting names or known conclusions;
Far to prone to anaphora,
Far to prone to simply bore you.
Rude assonance and dissonance
Stay on the sidewalk by the fence,
For no enjambment do we need
To state how simple words be freed;
Hyperbole, much like my song
Is overwrought and over done,
And so I here, inversion prone
Do full accept each lurid groan;
Where did my precious words embark?
Why onomatopoeia park!
To jump and bump and squeal and screech,
It keeps them neatly off the street.
In this childish animation
Mimicking personification
Where in playful synecdoche
They grow a little more like me,
Quite not afraid to bend a phrase
Or to a strident voice up raise,
Not worried so to whom offend
Always dreaming outside the pen,
Imagining that imagery
Is best what you, not others see.
Where have my phrases gone today?
But why, of course, they’re  out to play.

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Sonnet 368

What of proud legacy born of blank snow
Emerging there a changeling from the ice,
Where ancient gods did to a world bestow
A charter to subdue the world with might:
‘Be fruitful, multiply, fill the earth,
And subdue it: and have dominion over
The sea, …  and everything that moveth;’
So did this pallid proxy rise to foster
The edict of the holy so decreed
And with all sapient might his brain could muster,
Did dominate the lands, the skies and seas.
His brethren every progress did adopt,
Besmirching yet all wonders that he wrought.

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Sonnet 367

Born of false rib is woman, spiteful,
Mean, where often scornful jealousy abounds;
Mawkish and manipulative, guileful,
Assured success in victim hood is found;
Triumph denied — why by the world oppressed!
Piqued to be judged by beauty’s breath alone,
Yet then to don hypocrisy’s finest dress
And paint a face that mocks the saddest clown.
Duplicity of heart to weave wild schemes
Where poison, lies and bitchery oft dwells,
Then to drift off in princess coddled dreams…
Where regal frown can conjure living hell;
And as you read, you roll your eyes again,
As I in cursive scrive your living name.

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Sonnet 366

The colors of your youth will one day fade
And mark the abdication of your power;
That scepter smile that once your man slaves bade
To tend upon your ever waking hour—
All this shall pass, fumata on the wind,
A minute here, another minute gone
With musings mixed, no providence to bring
Save hollow conquests etched on crumbling throne.
How many consort princes have bowed down
And found their wanton wishes rubbled quite?
Ignominious passage climaxed by a frown,
A day of splendor lost in blackest night.
And when the final light of beauty dies,
What might remains, sans supplicating eyes?

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Sonnet 365

There is a pleasure in the naked woods
Within whose depths no equal can be found,
Senses assailed by everything that’s good,
A place where peace and harmony abound.
Confined amidst the rawest smells of earth
There spawned to draw the sweetest of sweet breaths;
Hallowed cathedrals where confirmed at birth
Heavens’ sustenance first drawn by living breasts.
Dear Mother Earth, forgive me, I have sinned
And shed upon you tears of acid rain,
Pillaged with pride, prejudice and vile greed
And sold my soul for stolen wealth profaned;
Woe that my fall from promise was so great
Or that fervent redemption be too late.

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