Sonnet Poems (335)

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Wherefore doth the bumbles be
and all the world a fantasy
filled with all manner of delight
drowning all in ecstasy?
Tell me, please, o lovely sprite.

Wherefore doth the people go
Off and away, yet they weepest so?
There seems no reason for them to cry
When this Earth doth always glow.
Wherefore do they cry out "Why"

Wherefore doth people lie in the ground
Where they move not, make no sound
While others watch as companions decay?
Their friends, family, under a mound;
Wherefore doth they fight today?

Wherefore didst my flowers wither
replaced by darkness here and thither?
These beings, once jovial, now suffer much more
The fortunate thrive whilst the lesser shiver?
O God, Their hopes be shaken to the core

Wherefore doth the people feel
pain, agony, lack of meal?
No requests made they preferring this state
Surrendering some, others howl and squeal
Wherefore must I decide their fate?

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away

I must be straight with you
dear lady, and not feign rejection
your interest makes my heart glad
and I welcome your inspection

look carefully into my eyes
to see what all you can discern
pick out all my hidden lies
that may cause you great concern

does he cheat and tell what not
can he love me for who I am
does he think my love can be bought
or does he even give a damn

if you want answers to your questions
email me and I'll give you suggestions

© agoodguy2have 2010-04-22

I never though I could lose you
I always knew you would never leave
So I never let your love through
And now all I can do is grieve

To me you were my everything
Nothing mattered when you were around
For you there was nothing I couldn't bring
But now you are nowhere to be found

Only if I could do it all again
You would know how I really feel
Maybe we could work it out then
So we could make this a long term deal

In my eyes you are as precious as a dove
Because now I know that this feeling is love

i look down my nose lensed
something in my fuzzy view
new times seen with new trends
and now a new myopic review

i'm counting my fingers now
holding my hands out to see
there are some digits i avow
but can't tell if two or three

the world is lazy, fuzzy and blurred
the picture is clear as impression
my eyesight nearsightedly absurd
eagle eyed looks no longer obsession

the panorama i see now before my face
a pointillist view i'd prefer to erase

© agoodguy2have 2010-04-02

the dancers body so svelte and stark
goes head to toe to get to the point
all muscle, tendons, turns and arcs
curve legs, curl arms, swing hip joint

their scissors cut the air of art
grace is balancing function and form
staging performance a world apart
from human to angelic transform

a choreography of soul to position
to defy gravity in aerial suspension
an artist, a sculptor, a body magician
movement a shape beyond comprehension

depict the art of the dancers torso
seems human fluidity, only more so

© agoodguy2have 2010-03-28

So very sorry for your loss,
At least there was no pain.
These empty words seem meaningless,
When Death has won again.

You have our deepest sympathies,
You're in our thoughts and prayers.
These hollow sounds just echo,
Through the hall and down the stairs.

The numbness is a blessing,
It all seems so unreal.
Til all the words just fall away,
And empty's all you feel.

Late at night, when all is still,
The lonliness sets in.
The thoughts of words you didn't say,
The things that might have been.

Eventu'lly the pain will ebb,
The bitterness, the strife,
To think no more such thoughts of death,
To celebrate the life.

The ones you've loved are never gone,
They still live on in you,
Touching every part of life,
In all you say and do.

driving down the roads our paths
going out to meet the world
see white crosses of travels wrath
some flowers with flags unfurled

we pass by quickly trying not to
think about how they got there
realize there were folks somebody knew
be cautious on the way we take care

trying not to think about who was left
behind and the tears that surely fell
who brought crosses of love left bereft
for all who pass by they tell

a tale of admonishment to pay attention
and arrive safely, a disasters prevention

© agoodguy2have 2010-02-27

i came upon an enclave of souls, of people
where many were standing and sitting around
a collection of artists under a digital steeple
more interesting people could not be found

so many gathered here, looking for what not
other like minds, a partner, other friends
offering words, ideas, emotions, and thought
building bonds that friendship transcends

there are teachers and students, and clerks,
an Earl, an editor, an expat, a cleric,
the wizened, the quiet, some social works,
a poet in pink, more professions esoteric

they share and encourage each other to grow
and mean more to each, than any might know

© agoodguy2have 2010-03-25