Category: Poems

Sonnet 487

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My eyes sprang open at the thunderclap—
I reached beside and found that you were gone;
The linen cold betrayed that time had passed,
My mind yet numb—recalled no other sound.
Another flash then lit the vacant room,
The chaise lounge where you laid your clothes, now bare;
A rumbling dread soon echoed through the gloom—
I lit the candle—hoping you were there.
In haste I rose and searched with trembling light
Beneath the raging din of pelting rain,
My heart beats matched the drops in panicked plight
As ragged streaks etched anguish in my brain.
There on the table lay a shadowed note—
That cleft more keenly than a lightning bolt.

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Sonnet 486

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When you receive this letter I’ll be gone—
But know the blood I gave was of free will;
The battle nears its end, yet truth fair known,
Few hearts remain with boiling blood to spill.
There is no food, the water gone for days,
Proud uniforms the gauze that carnage binds;
The trenches are a muddy vermin’s maze
And young men’s whimpers haunt them like the winds:
Yet what is life if not some valiant cause,
Some distant triumph that we strive to claim?
Sound challenge that would give the mighty pause—
Where true hearts brave to bleed in freedom’s name?
Please do not shed a tear for me, don’t cry;
From first breath drawn, we are but born to die.

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Sonnet 485

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I hear him ride behind me in the dark,
The hoof beats gaining, closing ever fast;
His black horse silhouettes at lightning’s spark
And on its back, the rider, shadow cast.
His form has dogged my journey since I left
And oft I see his shadow in the trees,
Sometimes so close it seems I feel his breath,
Which chills me as some frigid fetid breeze.
Undaunted still I push yet ever on,
My steed’s slick sweat reflects the pallid moon,
Reminding me his strength is nearly gone
And soon that mighty back will sway and swoon;
Then I to brave at last that fearsome knave—
Where none have yet survived his crooked blade.

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Sonnet 484

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That joy of hearts—a rainbow in the sky
And for like minds all wonders there to see!
So does your visage ever strike my eye,
Sweet play of light that mocks eternity.
For thoughts of love, a splendor shaded thing,
Shines forth in beauty even cloaked by night—
Your countenance the torch that angels bring
Where souls fair strive to grasp truths out of sight.
A simple glance from you can make me smile,
And my heart quickens when I hear your name;
Your shapely form can artfully beguile
And in repose, all pious loins inflame—
Where joyous voices sing of love sublime:
There you, there me, a loaf, a jug of wine!

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Sonnet 483

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Though gods have gifted me propinquity
To navigate your waters free of fare—
Still of your essence, all I dream and breathe,
That heart I worship, heedless of my prayer.
I am disbarred by social straits quite clear,
My paltry raft few blue blood waves could try,
Yet Hope’s white sails unfurl to bring me near
That I might crest some vista of your eye.
Yet how to charter here the course of love
When all before us lie vast seas unplumbed?
Your gaze upon horizons ever rove—
As searching for some mighty ship to come;
Whilst here I toss upon a cockleshell,
To rise and fall, believing love might swell.

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Sonnet 482

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Let me compose sonatas in your mind
On strings of ink I now will strum and play
That here in verse sweet melodies you’ll find
And in soft subtle notes, your heart may sway;
Bright timbre true shall resonate your soul,
Proud intonation raising spirits high
Diminished light in skilled leggiero
Then in bravura—scaling to the sky.
In cursive swirls your eyes shall spin delight
As in refrain you read the lines again,
Saccadic wonders shimmer into sight
As you attend each rising rousing strain—
Then at the volta precious tears may fall…
And at sforzando you give up your all.

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Sonnet 481

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And when my arms shall cradle you the last
With love’s bright fire fading from your eyes,
When quaking grief shall tell that you have passed,
Stern bells will peal their thunder to the skies.
Gaunt birds will stand stiff silent, mute in prayer
While frozen sunshine shadows still the ground;
Life’s incense fades in whispers on the air
While on each face, dull sallow sadness found.
So ends a life, as many gone before…
Yet none so precious as that which I hold,
No words of praise could ever here say more,
Or frame the essence of your story told.
While lives are often tallied great or small,
By love’s sweet measure, yours does best them all.

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Sonnet 480

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There is no greater comfort to my soul
Than that we trekked together hand in hand,
No fonder memory could my heart enscroll
Than thinking of those footprints pressed in sand.
No earthly blight could veer those steps apart
Though wind and wave might fade their passage there,
This journey right remains locked in my heart—
Sweet chronicle of love beyond compare.
It matters not the which, the where, the when,
Nor whys nor hows that happened on the way;
The path of love is easy to defend—
Yet where it wends, no one can ever say.
It matters not how much we laughed or cried;
Love braved it all—and you were by my side.

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Sonnet 479

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Oh would that I could stay Time’s wicked hand
That he not e’er disparage beauty so;
Fair flowers would bloom forever on the land
And your sweet visage dwell in Heaven’s glow.
No silver flecks to stain that sable hair,
No crazing lines to mar that silken skin,
No sunken eyes to mark dark shadow’s lair,
No thinning lips to purse in lined chagrin.
If only God would grant me sovereign power,
Such desecration I would staunchly spurn
And radiance last forever, not an hour,
That in your cheeks red roses ever burn.
Perhaps such might resides within my pen,
By words here writ, your glamour never end.

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Sonnet 478

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An anemone ensconced beneath the sea
Was lonely so he split himself in two,
Beside his mate the twain would wave in glee
Yet ‘twixt them both, the distance slowly grew.
While happy arms still waved in sweet delight
Those touching hands now gently slipped apart
And what was one now seemed but two in plight
As each from each obeyed a separate heart.
Yet as they moved they flailed in happy dance
Signaling love—or some last sad farewell
And whether theirs remained a strained romance
Or briny hate, no one could ever tell.
One question lingered still upon the seas—
Were they still friends, or rank anemones?

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