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A Sonnet to a young wife laid to rest.
Sadden breath awash with mournful sigh,
highlighting soft the hand-held Maiden's track,
a struggle felt within the tear bound eye,
as swift, those love-lane memories travel back,
sterile now, star spun smiles bright and bold,
to winter's destiny flown, without remorse or sorrow,
the faded rose thy warmth of hand did hold,
leaves but pompous prayers and pious hope to borrow,
thus the ides of winter furrow deep the brow,
whilst fiercer blows it's tormenting icy blast,
yet; love still breathes our eternal Spring somehow,
in constant cherished days, until I breathe my last,
Though short sweet this life e'er we're given,
will flower again, when joined we are in Heaven.
highlighting soft the hand-held Maiden's track,
a struggle felt within the tear bound eye,
as swift, those love-lane memories travel back,
sterile now, star spun smiles bright and bold,
to winter's destiny flown, without remorse or sorrow,
the faded rose thy warmth of hand did hold,
leaves but pompous prayers and pious hope to borrow,
thus the ides of winter furrow deep the brow,
whilst fiercer blows it's tormenting icy blast,
yet; love still breathes our eternal Spring somehow,
in constant cherished days, until I breathe my last,
Though short sweet this life e'er we're given,
will flower again, when joined we are in Heaven.
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
More than fifty years ago, whilst visiting the Louvre in Paris, I was emotional attracted to a painting of a young man laying his young wife in her grave, the very fact that the painting was in the Louvre merited the title of masterpiece, all the facets of emotion came pouring out of the canvas which has stayed with me ever since. So I share the emotion with you, albeit the words may be inadequate.
Sprechgesang
sometimes in my darkest thoughts Shakespeare plays
would a rose by any other name change
or would it remain in its state the same
I could dispel ignorance who to blame
I searched but could not find no difference
the cover it is the same inside out
Is it because I cannot see I'm blind
Or is it still the makings of its kind
You can cast upon any name you wish
Attach it upon like an albatross
But in the end it will remain the same
Who can our misconceptions really blame
When only in our eyes do we see change
The molecules already are arranged
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would a rose by any other name change
or would it remain in its state the same
I could dispel ignorance who to blame
I searched but could not find no difference
the cover it is the same inside out
Is it because I cannot see I'm blind
Or is it still the makings of its kind
You can cast upon any name you wish
Attach it upon like an albatross
But in the end it will remain the same
Who can our misconceptions really blame
When only in our eyes do we see change
The molecules already are arranged
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
I chose this title for it seemed to fit the theme!A Sonnet to a battered wife.
Spied I, half concealed in a secluded cell,
lost graceful posture, shunned by sun strewn day,
ne'er far away, from Man's notorious perverted hell,
toiled weary worn amid sulky shades of grey,
blossom lost, she in quietude, a shy and lonely flower
that once shone sweeter, than fragrant roses e'er can be,
wiled away lost hours among dungeoned walls dark bower,
much tear known to murky tones unwanted melancholy,
serves sombre like, scattered sunshines once known hour,
thoughtless dismissed by impious hand, heavy, needlessly
by creed, of self-centered power's countenance most sour,
taints so the air, that wafts its fresh blown fragrancy,
Thus we, the caring world pass by,
talk proud ethos, yet no ethics e'er apply.
lost graceful posture, shunned by sun strewn day,
ne'er far away, from Man's notorious perverted hell,
toiled weary worn amid sulky shades of grey,
blossom lost, she in quietude, a shy and lonely flower
that once shone sweeter, than fragrant roses e'er can be,
wiled away lost hours among dungeoned walls dark bower,
much tear known to murky tones unwanted melancholy,
serves sombre like, scattered sunshines once known hour,
thoughtless dismissed by impious hand, heavy, needlessly
by creed, of self-centered power's countenance most sour,
taints so the air, that wafts its fresh blown fragrancy,
Thus we, the caring world pass by,
talk proud ethos, yet no ethics e'er apply.
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
Oh! how much is not our business when it really ought to be, lip service a cunning tool that we apply.
Freedom
Lay very still behind your covered ridge
For the night is live with anxious moments
March the Redcoats out from the high ground ledge
And be careful now to hide your comments
Such enduring freedom not forgotten
Lay all your muskets loaded in the breech
With the hope you have some dry guncottton
Taking aim inside your shot that will reach
For what is brother against another
A war be fought in making a nation
Really stands apart one from the other
But through empirical observation
For history marks upon the ages
Our freedom will never live in cages
For the night is live with anxious moments
March the Redcoats out from the high ground ledge
And be careful now to hide your comments
Such enduring freedom not forgotten
Lay all your muskets loaded in the breech
With the hope you have some dry guncottton
Taking aim inside your shot that will reach
For what is brother against another
A war be fought in making a nation
Really stands apart one from the other
But through empirical observation
For history marks upon the ages
Our freedom will never live in cages
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
Reflecting back on my country's originsWhat is Love, A sonnet!!!!!!
High velvet spheres trackless interstellar air,
where stars pulsate amid their unique bower,
universe caressing, opalescent hues refined so rare,
much unknown to frowns or rancour sour,
wheels soft scented wares, ridicule lighting's glare
to assuage, Man's trouble world of sin repeating,
those feather touched hours embracing angelic care
deride the shame, profane tearless eyes a weeping,
Love, I speak of thee and of that you gave,
entwined love's silken sash, thy bossom wearing,
whence sang you, Love's anthem, to smiling save
impulsive glory, those full flowered days of Spring,
Thus, held you a candle to the stars,
shinning more beautiful than they are.
where stars pulsate amid their unique bower,
universe caressing, opalescent hues refined so rare,
much unknown to frowns or rancour sour,
wheels soft scented wares, ridicule lighting's glare
to assuage, Man's trouble world of sin repeating,
those feather touched hours embracing angelic care
deride the shame, profane tearless eyes a weeping,
Love, I speak of thee and of that you gave,
entwined love's silken sash, thy bossom wearing,
whence sang you, Love's anthem, to smiling save
impulsive glory, those full flowered days of Spring,
Thus, held you a candle to the stars,
shinning more beautiful than they are.
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
Oh! the baffling question of what is Love, what ever our take on it, however we express it, despite the cynics, we cannot live without it, or dare someone tell me otherwise!Rebirth (5)
Upon this time I can turn a blind eye
To enjoy the gifts the storm did bring
Cast them upon the rainbow colored sky
Making sense out of the unreasoning
To soar upon the mighty winds so free
To smell the lavender of the vast fields
To choose to perch in the highest of trees
To leave behind not a trace of myself
Knowing all to soon death will result birth
A circle in time repeating its self
Déjà vu to walk the familiar turf
To hold dear once more the things I have loved
You have kept me alive for all so long
Each beginning I am growing more strong
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To enjoy the gifts the storm did bring
Cast them upon the rainbow colored sky
Making sense out of the unreasoning
To soar upon the mighty winds so free
To smell the lavender of the vast fields
To choose to perch in the highest of trees
To leave behind not a trace of myself
Knowing all to soon death will result birth
A circle in time repeating its self
Déjà vu to walk the familiar turf
To hold dear once more the things I have loved
You have kept me alive for all so long
Each beginning I am growing more strong
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Posted: Jun 2013
Post CommentA sonnet to love.
Within the silence of my heart,
lost verdant spring my vision greet,
though youth and age now leagues apart,
love joyous years still pulsating beat,
forever the smile upon your face,
the blush of love still living there,
full softer than all starlights grace,
once golden tones thy then flaxen hair,
a beauty that Greek Gods did seek,
elegance of form, pure, supreme,
soft as the flush upon your cheek,
with subtle hues lingering supreme
that, callous time may never slay,
as springs dear abiding vision stay.
lost verdant spring my vision greet,
though youth and age now leagues apart,
love joyous years still pulsating beat,
forever the smile upon your face,
the blush of love still living there,
full softer than all starlights grace,
once golden tones thy then flaxen hair,
a beauty that Greek Gods did seek,
elegance of form, pure, supreme,
soft as the flush upon your cheek,
with subtle hues lingering supreme
that, callous time may never slay,
as springs dear abiding vision stay.
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
visual beauty is but transient, but internal beauty is immortal
Resounds My Heart (sonnet)
Resounds my heart with passion
as I gaze deep into your eyes
and we sink onto the cushions
and rapture overtakes our cries
Slowly the earth stops its spinning
drifting off in each others arms
to awake aroused and moaning
with his love my heart he disarms
Whispering sweet nothings to me
that night I will always recall
though the image gets all filmy
this true love will always stand tall
The night we met was my windfall
my heart he now holds in his thrall
as I gaze deep into your eyes
and we sink onto the cushions
and rapture overtakes our cries
Slowly the earth stops its spinning
drifting off in each others arms
to awake aroused and moaning
with his love my heart he disarms
Whispering sweet nothings to me
that night I will always recall
though the image gets all filmy
this true love will always stand tall
The night we met was my windfall
my heart he now holds in his thrall
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Posted: Jun 2013
Post CommentThe Beginning (Part 1)
Words flowing as sweet wine to crystal flute
Lips caressing sweetest fruit from the vine
All sense of conversation seems so moot
Grapes turning into raisins before eyes
Is it the destination where dreams die
A place where clouds form to hold mighty rein
A place where dignity can hold head high
Sometimes victory is not a pleasure
Words no longer needed all has been placed
Silence echoing as if loud thunder
Slowly out of the mist rises the erased
And what was is no longer,nor will be
Like a birth of a new innocent life
Forming union of devil and his wife
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Lips caressing sweetest fruit from the vine
All sense of conversation seems so moot
Grapes turning into raisins before eyes
Is it the destination where dreams die
A place where clouds form to hold mighty rein
A place where dignity can hold head high
Sometimes victory is not a pleasure
Words no longer needed all has been placed
Silence echoing as if loud thunder
Slowly out of the mist rises the erased
And what was is no longer,nor will be
Like a birth of a new innocent life
Forming union of devil and his wife
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Posted: Jun 2013
Post CommentThe Culling (part 4)
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Gently rained the clouds as the years went by
Years turning to centuries past forgotten
Propagating sin allowed not to die
Waiting once more for its time to lay rein
Gentle wind whispering little girls ear
Imagination at play they all say
Soon voices forgotten till time near
Relentless searching not knowing for why
Within the beating heart lays the last blood
Time culled the bloodline almost freeing them
A cloud so ominous soon to lay flood
Dry barren fields begging for watering
Only the best will ferment in my wine
Removing soured fruits from thorny vines
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Gently rained the clouds as the years went by
Years turning to centuries past forgotten
Propagating sin allowed not to die
Waiting once more for its time to lay rein
Gentle wind whispering little girls ear
Imagination at play they all say
Soon voices forgotten till time near
Relentless searching not knowing for why
Within the beating heart lays the last blood
Time culled the bloodline almost freeing them
A cloud so ominous soon to lay flood
Dry barren fields begging for watering
Only the best will ferment in my wine
Removing soured fruits from thorny vines
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Posted: Jun 2013
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