Fate and Fortune
Fate and Fortune (A Triolet)
Two men called out, knocking our gate:
'We sell sundry clothes and costumes:
Reasonable is each one's rate'
Two men called out, knocking our gate:
'We read one's Fortune and one's Fate:
To buy, your Fate; to sell, our Fortune! '
Two men called out, knocking our gate:
'We sell sundry clothes and costumes'.
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When Greed Outstrips Needs
When Greed Outstrips Needs (A Rondel of 13 lines)
When outstripped are our needs by Greed
Or love of Fame our still outweighs,
We rush along on mirky ways;
All moral laws we cease to heed.
Traffic signals failing to read,
At break-neck speed our aims we chase,
When outstripped are our needs by Greed
Or love of Fame our skill outweighs.
To harming others should this lead,
So what? For Fame so strong our craze,
The banner 'buy or bribe' we raise!
We mind not making others bleed,
When outstripped are our needs by Greed.
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To the New Millennium
To the New Millennium (Shakespearan Sonnet)
O Time's titanic offspring come to earth,
A marvel is your own stupendous womb
Wherefrom a thousand sons shall take their birth
To raise, on Hade's immigrants here a tomb?
Are you the premier proxy of our Lord
Send to rid, through your children's aid, the world
Of all the countless apples of discord -
By Satan being relentlessly hurled?
May your first-born be a War-exporter,
Exporting War to Hell by fastest planes!
May the next one be a Peace-importer,
Importing Peace from Heaven by dove-trains!
This wondrous ware could be our magic wand
To exorcise all evils from our land.
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The Butterfly and the Lark
The Butterfly and the Lark (Shakespearan Sonnet)
Much like a painted picture taken flight,
With wings wearing yellows, pinks and blues,
A butterfly on Flora did alight,
His thirst to satiate with nect'rous juice.
Admiring him, upon a nearby tree,
Behind the foliage-screen a lark did hide.
The former froze with fear when, suddenly,
The ominous bird with oggling eyes he spied.
'Too small a prey I am; do pity me'
He begged. Then came a song-like sweet reply:
'Feast enough for me has been your beauty;
I've had my fill; for food no need have I.
But, whilst I sing, will you not display
Your glorious hues in all their bright array?
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A Plea to the New Year (An Experimental Sonnet)
A Plea to the New Year (An Experimental Sonnet)
Welcome, New Year 'Nineteen Ninety Four'.
At midnight, closed although may be our door,
Have you not your magic master-key,
From world's womb to timely set you free?
A babe yourself, our father you will be;
Our matters for a year you'll oversee.
Our life's boat, as Captain you will guide;
Empowered you'll be to turn the very tide!
Our future when you draft and duly write,
Can't you make it just a shade more bright?
As Fortune's favourites let us be enrolled;
Her gracious gifts, awhile let us hold.
With Health as bread and Wealth as water pure,
A happy life for us, pray ensure.
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A Sonnet Plea to the New Year
A Sonnet-Plea to the New Year (An Experimental Sonnet)
Welcome, New Year 'Nineteen Ninety Four'.
At midnight, closed although may be our door,
Have you not your magic master-key,
From world's womb to timely set you free?
A babe yourself, our father you will be;
Our matters for a year you'll oversee.
Our life's boat, as Captain you will guide;
Empowered you'll be to turn the very tide!
Our future when you draft and duly write,
Can't you make it just a shade more bright?
As Fortune's favourites let us be enrolled;
Her gracious gifts, awhile let us hold.
With Health as bread and Wealth as water pure,
A happy life for us, pray ensure.
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Sisters 'Night' and 'Dawn
Sisters 'Night' and 'Dawn' (An Experimental Sonnet)
Nocturnal feathered-fliers homeward bound,
Furl their wings, their haunts having refound.
They then their message hoot unto the sky:
“The time for Night to sleep is drawing nigh”.
Blown out, soon, the astral candles are;
Extinguished lies the lunar superstar.
The Sky, then, upon her lap does keep
Her daughter Night whom she rocks to sleep.
The cocks, now astir, begin to crow:
“It’s time, O Sky, for Dawn to herself show”.
The blanket black by mother Sky removed,
Appears Dawn, with choicest charm imbued!
Ruddy cheeks and lips and auburn hair,
Blue eyes, pearly smiles -Oh! let me stare!
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Peace, Be Not Proud
Peace, Be Not Proud (A Reverse Davidian)
Evasive Peace, be not proud
That world's entire wealth can't purchase you.
Perhaps you'll not be bought for silver, gold,
Saphires, rubies, pearls and diamonds too.
But dare you say, for LOVE you won't be sold?
Evasive Peace, be not proud
That high you dwell, atop a towering tor!
Like Bruce's spider, ceaselessly we will
Try to heave ourselves right up to your door
By scaling, inch by inch, your craggy hill!
Evasive Peace, be not proud
That none can see or hear you; so no clue
We have to track you down. But we can feel
Your presence versus present absence too:
Suffices this, your hide-out to reveal!
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