Category: Poems

Sonnet 418

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I pen my final letter on this page—
Pure white, unstained—a cruel irony;
A fond goodbye concealing black-inked rage
To mark your veiled, venomed tyranny.
In expiating verse I must confess,
That hearts bewitched by ardor oft attain
A fever of the soul that cannot rest
Until all hope’s desire lies burned in flame.
The deed is done—that pyre now ashes cold
As in remorse, we scan the scorched earth there;
Of love or lust—this tale forever told…
Yet who shall judge what naked souls lay bare?
They will forgive us, those who’ve truly loved—
The doubtful yet these ardent lines may move.

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Sonnet 417

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What might I pen to scribe your epitaph…
That you of truth and beauty were the same,
That you embrace most everything I lack
And burn in virtue like a hallowed flame?
What ink pays tribute to a living art
That even noble hands would strive to frame?
What proof could I in paltry words impart
And so in honored praise exalt your name?
Who now could well believe this poet’s hand—
What pen could here unfathomed depths so plumb,
That voice in cursive truths might ever stand,
Here now and for that kingdom yet to come?
In peerless love I here enshrine your grace,
That prayer blessed lines your many wonders trace.

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Sonnet 416

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Child, your deeds bring honor—but still know,
All estimates of worth here in my eyes
Exceed all claims that glory may bestow
And bests the blame that jealous tongues decry.
You are my life, my love, my hallowed blood
And of this essence I bestowed a name
That you wear proudly here upon the earth
Where heaven’s blessings shine through grace or fame;
Yet hope on hope, I ask one simple thing,
That you stay true to everything you are
And bravely face all trials life may bring…
That my heart’s light remain your guiding star.
My love for you outlasts all earthly bounds—
Yes—every step you take, my soul resounds.

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Sonnet 415

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Some footprints lie near Olduvai in stone
That were fresh made when rock was mud and ash,
Yet where they roamed no one shall ever know,
Or of what deep need compelled them there to pass.
These relics etched in slag—a voiceless mark
Of naked feet upon some nameless quest,
From whence they hailed upon that starkened track
Remains a solemn mystery of the past.
When did man first gain knowledge of his plight?
A being meek, forever set to roam;
From prey to all, to master of all life,
A pilgrim lost—still searching for a home.
Eons ago a monarch crossed a plain…
Of this bold trek, what hand did so ordain?

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Sonnet 414

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A flash of pink, and green, now gold, then white:
All bright eternal colors earth bestows,
Here spinning ever swiftly in our sight,
Thus so each season’s guidon gleams and goes.
Why must Time’s hand this spiral color wheel
Turn ever faster in a painted swirl
‘Til every hue on this great rounded reel
Must run together in a fleeting blur?
Still truth proclaims, the turning of this world
Slows every year an infinitesimal part,
But to our eyes this stands a lie fair bold
When each day meted out seems ever short.
So shifts our world by Nature’s sleight of hand,
Yet thus deceived, most find the circuit grand.

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Sonnet 413

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Here unabashed by deeds that bring you shame,
When all believe you lured him to your bed;
You rail aloud that he defiled your name,
Demanding that your honor rests on being wed;
Affected tears do more than stain that breast
That yielded rapture to a rake or two,
Why was not marriage then your truer quest
Where female virtue blooms but once to lose?
Is it perchance the others had no means,
No fatted purse on which pure love might grow,
No shekels sweet to further nuptial dreams
Or rank of note proud status might bestow?
You gave away your honor for a song—
And now demand a kingdom for a wrong.

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Sonnet 412

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And shall they laud the wonders of your name?
Only when by praising they accrue
A self-aggrandized kinship with your fame
To claim your light and gild their shadows too.
“Yes, hear it now my friend, I knew him once,
I met him, yes—met him, years ago
And he was such, or that, I can pronounce…”
Thus so the swindled tattle now may go.
Yet truth be known—they would as surely tell
A tale designed to damn you, then and there,
That you be sworn to hail as out of hell
And in your evil lives none to compare—
To resurrect or murder yet in kind,
So tongues oft see where every eye is blind.

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Sonnet 411

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Every atom of my being here has changed,
And yet my love for you has stayed the same;
On the four corners of this world I’ve ranged,
Yet of true heart forever, I remain.
What corpuscle then holds this lasting light
When all the dust that made me alters so?
Each day remakes me, differing ever slight,
As cracks and weathered edges here do show.
Each year this sentient soil is replaced
And I am not the man of yesterday,
Here still my heart does tremble in your grace
And love remains unchanged despite time’s sway.
Love as a truth endures, forever grand,
And being true, transcends the mortal sand.

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Sonnet 410

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In the scheme of life, what have you proven—
Your babe lies swaddled in a stranger’s arms;
What portion of your love is he now given;
Who weighs the worth of your maternal charms?
Each day you toil, that child, bereft of breast
Is bent in purpose by another’s mind;
His rote routines now formed of her behest
So that he follows all her codes in mime.
His changing face, his smiles, yea his first words
Do now attend indifferent eyes and ears—
While late in evenings you return from work
Too tired to play yet mock him with mute tears.
Unquestioned virtue, now vile Mammon’s slave;
And hands that rocked sweet cradles now dig graves.

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Sonnet 409

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Thinking again of you in haughty pride,
That you and I in love were once entwined—
Yet of that bond now severed, I deride
The faithless heart another has purloined.
Whatever was seems better not to be,
More like a tarnished trinket stripped of shine,
A tawdry trifle I shan’t care to see
Adorn in pleasure, any cloak of mine.
Yet of that bauble that was once our love,
From time to time I shall reflect thereon—
That gilt may dull upon the lightest rub
And gold proved false, ere it was even worn.
So when considering this, I say forsooth:
The thinnest gloss can hide the darkest truth.

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