Category: Poems

Sonnet 379

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What is beauty if not a gift divine,
Bestowed by gods to bless the mortal few?
A radiant raiment which soon wears with time,
Ephemeral vestments none may e’re renew;
Diaphanous dress of matchless thread so spun
Whose heavenly weave must heed the bounds of fate,
From regal robe to weathered weed undone—
All colors fade, save hues on Heaven’s gate.
Still true, what woman would not wear that gown
Of gilded grace that Venus can bestow,
So set to dress for but the here and now…
To flit and flirt amidst life’s fleeting show;
Sweet bounty granted—yet what price there paid;
What peerless anguish when sweet aspects fade.

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Sonnet 378

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Where are we now, we two of kindred mind,
Our hearts and souls still bound together—one;
Yet stark division cast in time we find
Each forced to stand as self, apart, alone.
What hand will reach the first across the wide?
Whose lips express remorse unto which ear,
As we in heavy silence now abide,
Where every minute lengthens to a year?
We cannot lay dear love in battle down,
And watch her blood drain dry upon the field;
In homage to sweet past my head I bow
And so on bended knee now choose to yield;
I cannot live a day without your love—
Your heart this meek contrition yet may move.

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Sonnet 377

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That land afore from which I sprang calls true
As church bells clear upon a Sunday morn,
The memories of all I once well knew
Come rushing back on echoes I have borne;
The homestead springs to sight in green and gold,
Pastoral scenes lay burnished by the sun;
Sweet memories rise in tears my eyes can’t hold
And silver rivulets down worn cheeks now run.
Bright sparkle still the lakes and streams I swam,
The trees I scarred with hearts of love presumed,
Green hills resound with youthful songs I sang,
Broad pastured fields soft silvered by the moon.
A boy once left those moors, broad earth to roam…
And of a world so wide, still calls them home.

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Sonnet 376

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I met Sylvia by a laughing stream
One fleeting fragment of a summer’s day,
She drifted to me as a sylph-borne dream,
Her raven hair festooned in ribbons gay;
Sweet-scented perfume wafted on the air,
Burnt ardor smoldering ‘neath the golden sun,
Her eyes afire, her fervent soul laid bare—
My heart rejoiced at what seemed triumph won.
Bright bloom kissed leas soft embered into night,
As sighs of love joined with cicada tunes;
Her naked skin lay silvered in faint light—
Cascading hair soft-rippled by the moon;
And flesh unto seared flesh in passion burned:
Of love or lust, two hearts lay unconcerned.

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Sonnet 375

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Being born of a worldly age I bow
To all the lessons history may show,
For oft when choosing action for this hour
A lucid past can light the way we go.
What has been done before may well convey
How cause and consequence entwine their art,
So distillations of steeped time may sway—
The seasoned truths wise counsel would impart.
Thus may we learn from faults of those before,
And glean much more than triumphs e’re revealed;
For deeming knowledge past as ancient lore
Blinds us to studied sequence time has sealed—
For what shall stand must rest on what’s transpired;
And lessons past can wills and ways inspire.

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Sonnet 374

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Her passing brought a quiet, fond dismay
For those who loved her knew it was her time;
I sent respects though I was far away—
Lost in another land, another rhyme.
She was my mentor and a precious friend;
The letter reached me but a breath too late
It found me meditating, pen in hand…
While she was softly closing heaven’s gate;
Her worth to me? Why I may never know—
The gift of knowledge has no measured part,
That boundless treasure she alone bestowed
I spend in homage to her favored art;
And here inscribed in ink on angel white,
I yield another tribute to her light.

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Sonnet 373

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You are my refuge from embattled days,
My steadfast strength in every trying hour,
You are the light when sorrow veils glad ways,
Your gentle touch uplifts my soul with power.
I look upon your face and feel at peace
Still marveling at the wisdom in your eyes,
Your voice, so soft, makes all my troubles cease;
Your smile, the well from which all hope does rise.
I thank the gods for bringing you to me
That on this path I shall not walk alone;
And should I fall in peril’s company—
Your angel touch would soothe my every wound;
I think of all my struggles and life’s strain…
And smile each time I look on you again.

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Sonnet 372

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Two worlds collided in a pub one day—
Venus and Mars, as I recall quite clear;
A cataclysmic clash that did then spray
Meteors of fire that flared both far and near;
The molten mantle from those cloven cores
Spewed outward through the yawning void of space
Until the visage black of Heaven bore
Scarred streaks of light ‘cross His celestial face.
The slag grew cold, and gravity won out,
Save comets born to blaze their paths alone;
In numbing silence, fragments strewn about
Soon coalesced in mighty belts of stone—
And now in some new tavern, flag unfurled,
I raise a pint—Destroyer of new worlds!

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Sonnet 371

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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 flown
To follow hopes and dreams unto the stars.
So aches the heart that causes tears to fall,
So falls the rain that makes sweet flowers grow,
So comes the snow that blankets over all,
So passes time … I know, I know, I know.
Some years ago sweet doves from home embarked;
Their shadowed wings still flutter in my heart.

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Sonnet 370

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Inside the human heart there burns a fire,
Dispelling darkness, showing souls the way,
So buoying spirits that they never tire
Upon their passage through life’s mortal fray.
Fond visions shared by memory shine more bright,
Harsh burdens borne by two weigh less the more;
Dark sorrow halved by love’s redeeming light,
Twinned happiness, like wings, best set to soar.
The storied worth of joy is rare of one
As smiles begetting smiles are quick to show,
Life’s song is sweetest when together sung—
A harmony that only love can know.
No greater gift to man from God above
Than hearts made one in timeless, endless love.

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