Love Sonnet 51 How soon could Spring ever blossom again?
How soon could Spring ever blossom again?
This world now riles at bleak colors of gray,
Where could rainbows and fairy tales have lain,
Or where will this stranger's horses find hay?
For gates of dreams have shut and doubly sealed,
Gardens wilted, with not a scent to trace,
In no temple an oracle revealed,
The moon concealed by umbra on its face;
Only angel sent from above is hope,
To guide me by the hand through all the mist,
To one drowning, someone who throws the rope,
Of my confused story, tells me the gist;
......But how to tell appearances of things,
......Try as I may, they all came in clipped wings.
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Temptation
What's forbidden had always seemed better,
Than those offered, as though, in frames,
While curious, Eve found the apple sweeter,
Even when moths had always sought the flames.
Fools find mystery in a stranger's smile,
Which they might not resist to unravel,
Or submit, willingly, to friend's veiled wile,
Laid, smoothly as sand, or coarse as gravel.
Do you see in smiles, some glint, so carnal?
And peruse, in thoughts, what the eyes can't see?
Will you pawn your soul to hell eternal,
For short moments of inept Ecstasy?
.......If not so sure, answer not, my friend,
.......Wait for the time, when you will be concerned.
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A Madrigal: Song For Nectaria
O sweet Nectaria, keep a song to sing.
And fill your mind with thoughts that make you sigh,
while in your heart are hopes that rise sky high.
Should August's stormy days, their strong winds bring,
or darkest clouds would hide the sun and sky,
love finds you, if you keep a song to sing,
and fill your mind with thoughts that make you sigh.
Then, when Autumn left no more leaves to cling.
And songbirds search for nests where else to fly,
Never think this will be your time to cry.
But mark, to always keep a song to sing.
And fill your mind with thoughts that make you sigh,
while in your heart are hopes that rise sky high.
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Love Sonnet 38 What Needs Perfection To Ever Demand
What needs perfection to ever demand,
From others and thyself such strict measures,
That could bring even saints to reprimand,
And cut gravely on most of life's pleasures;
What faults, impure, would make you a recluse,
For even steel has rust, and rot to waste,
Honey has grubs blended with nectar juice,
And cheese may have maggots all crushed to taste;
The purest gold needs be alloyed with tin,
And kingly courts did also have the clowns,
A deck of cards have hearts and knaves within,
Even this very soul have sins, it owns;
....These wits may stir many a learned mind,
....But so are slips, a joy for some to find.
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Love Sonnet 45 I fall asleep with thoughts of you in mind,
I fall asleep with thoughts of you in mind,
And think the same, the moment I awake,
Each day turns out like past made to rewind,
And every night, the same wish would I make;
I pray respite from such times flowing by,
Lest all Eternity gets spent this way,
If Fate it be, some fools would still ask why,
When all it needs is but for love to stay;
For love has wings, and swift as Hermes' flights,
And pierces deep by Cupid's arrow tips,
It catches at the very first of sights,
And dies, when left unspoken by numb lips;
.....Love comes, and love goes by, like tide of sea,
.....But it gives life an all time high for me.
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Love Sonnet 54 She is Galatea, sculpted by dreams,
She is Galatea, sculpted by dreams,
Fit for gems of Phaeton's sisters' tears,
My mind would fill with thoughts flowing like streams,
For her, which by the Styx, my heart now swears;
If coldness be the hallmark of her charms,
Know that by choice she is a live statue,
Given to dire passion that never warms,
All due to renderings of pure virtue;
Should Aphrodite grant a wish fulfilled,
As what by luck Pygmalion once achieved,
Nothing could make this poor dreamer get thrilled,
Than have the truth of what his heart believed;
.....That she could stir awake for his relief,
.....With not an amber tear for love in grief.
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Love Sonnet 185 My love, speak not to me of yesterday,
My love, speak not to me of yesterday,
Of withered rose and long gone ecstasies,
Neither of dreams nor joys that naught did stay,
But of today, where start new fantasies;
If love must hold against Time's adverse flow,
Whilst outer frills all fade like leaves in Fall,
Embers must blaze for eyes to see their glow,
And sprouts should grow new foliage to install;
Once we awake midway of severed dream,
God only knows if same resumes again,
For love could opt to change horses midstream,
If much wiser than choosing to refrain;
......My Yesterdays are kept, though out of date,
......Which Todays cannot find to emulate.
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Love Sonnet 29 The Sweet Moments We Tend To Hold Longer
The sweet moments we tend to hold longer,
While sufferings are kept the very least,
Such when incessant winds had blown stronger,
Sweetness of life is not so much decreased;
Our lives are hewn like each a distinct shoe,
We take our pick that would seem to suffice,
Some lives so dull, some grand of so much hue,
As some dishes taste great, some lacking spice;
But mark, what we attain or hoard and keep,
Are times, not gems inside a treasure chest,
These memories of when we laugh or weep,
All pass as history like all the rest;
....May all the sweet moments themselves, repeat,
....To liven again lives simple or great.
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What I Am
What I am, speaks not, about what I've been,
And what I'll be, as fools deemed, wasting time,
I could be quark, not known, and never seen,
An errant gene, or quite the spark sublime.
But I, of simian spores, bearing my shame,
Swinging through trees, might for a better fate,
Choose, that ethereal be, whence I came,
And for choosing, chose God whom to relate.
I am, what I am, life that God protects,
Breath from God's nostrils, at creation's peak;
Why should I think otherwise, to prospects
That are bleak, and make myself a wreck?
........All that I said, I doubt not to a nil,
........Except to say, if God has a nostril.
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Love Sonnet 165 I've Known That Victory A Winner Makes
I've known that victory a winner makes,
And with defeat, the poor loser is wrecked,
As true with games when played at higher stakes,
That oft involves betting that goes unchecked;
I bet my love to win at all the cost,
Staking my all, and never fear the loss,
My very soul it seemed, I now have lost,
With my gold gone, I'm left with but the dross;
What worthy cause will now my days be filled,
When emptiness invades my mind always,
I reel from blows that Fate has thus so willed,
Love, fill my mind, lest Satan there soon plays;
.......What's love to victories or to defeats?
.......Does it enhances or, if not, negates?
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