Love Sonnet 179 When sages say that dusk of skies so red,
When sages say that dusk of skies so red,
Predicts a pleasant, sunny day after,
Did it mean, no rain, none of tears to shed,
Even when hearts that grieve and bleed suffer?
And strange how color red figures in gloom:
Red is rose that hides stinging wasps or thorns,
Then red lips brought my sanity to doom,
Now, red skies assure not those glossy morns;
It was red that my lady wore to dance,
Red was wine that made us forget the time,
Red was her face, when we gave love to chance,
Red was the light when not stopping is crime;
.......But then, sages are deemed right all along,
.......My umbrage is for times they could be wrong.
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Sonnet 130-A
My love, caress me only with thine eyes,
And not with hands, so bare, where corn now grows,
Or call to me as of brisk wind that blows,
With thy damp breath which always brings the flies;
Let me drink of Cognac, filled flowing be,
Or else, just kiss the brim of my wine cup,
Before I toast, and fully drink it up,
Oft thou consumes the contents, before me,
Now speak to me so dearly with catcalls,
To complement thy sharp and pointed claws,
Which might highlight thine other childish flaws,
That could explain, to some degree, thy falls;
........But mark to Heaven mine love's industry,
........That makes up for her lacking artistry.
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The Betrayed Soldier
The dust of heroes clinging to my soles,
Might be all, there is, for my guts to show,
As I walk on grounds, once hallowed by holes,
Of bombs, blasting to Hell a soul or two;
The cause for which, these men have lived and died,
Still lingered, long after the gunfires ceased,
Yet seen by hearts, with eyes whose tears have dried,
Now living, with life badly torn and creased;
The dust of fools may soon cover the field,
To bury all heroics of the place,
And might, a crop of cowards it would yield,
But nary, will the glory they'll replace;
......For alas, victory was won with words,
......So much grimmer, than with parley of swords.
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The Forgotten Glory
When man's adversity has come astride,
The saddle of his latter unsung days,
For while the erstwhile ego still does pride,
Upon the glint of half-remembered frays;
But glory now has dimmed, a lifeless sheen,
Among minstrel's songs whose notes have soured,
In rhymes that Time erased, now forgotten,
Except by souls whose lament now they poured;
The vagaries of time spared not their toll,
Upon the hero's strength and innate will,
While once loud trumpets called and drums did roll,
Same notes bewail his coming down the hill;
.......When Fate bestows its crown in rhyme and verse,
.......The same it wails as dirges for the hearse.
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Love Sonnet 32 How Do I Start This Journey To Your Heart?
How do I start this journey to your heart?
From charts or auguries for direction?
Should thousand ships from port with me depart,
But East or West, where lies your affection?
As steepest slope, deep ravine or swift stream,
May stand before my dream of climb so grand,
For foremost peak, that niche in your esteem,
Where might Heaven be reached stretching my hand;
Frontiers may lie, to quest for wealth or fame,
Rivers to ply, and prairie trails to blaze,
All but to trace a way back where I came,
Your very same front door where ends the maze;
.....No more would I wander mile after mile,
.....Should signs portend for me stay awhile.
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Eyeful Bliss
What is it that speaks, before lips can say,
Or caress and feel, before hands can touch,
Stabs without daggers, without swords can slay,
And betrays a love, once there is so much?
It bares the soul, and manifests sorrow,
Radiates the glow of joy, aura of mirth,
Even through pretenses, it could burrow;
Pray, tell, how is Beauty, to sightless birth?
Perhaps, blinds do not miss what they can't see,
They could not lose what is not their's before,
Pity them, not knowing how to be free,
To soar like birds, towards heavenly lore;
.........Is there much wastage, to wings without flight,
.........Equal to half that of eyes without sight?
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Cat In Your Arms
When all the darkened drapes of night were drawn,
And mirth has left the room, all cast in gloom,
Except there played a glint, to stay till dawn,
On feline eyes, that spell a rodent's doom;
But oh, how lovely to behold, these eyes,
Which give a sparkle that reflects the light,
But gives away the cat of any guise,
That stalks and purrs, before the jump and flight;
But might these be just tales of mice and men,
And cats, as sound it may to the untrained?
A black cat, they say, is such bad omen,
And all these times, this myth has been retained;
........But cats or men of any color be,
........Behave as fit the other things they see.
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Cycle Of Love
To all those whom dire pain we could inflict,
Those closest, find it too severe to bear,
And so sadly, the place of worst conflict,
Is where hearts dwelt, and vowed once to forbear:
The chilly nights, left by the love that flew,
Cast blank shadows, where else the flyer goes,
The memories, that not the new times slew,
Lived on, to hold even till Death's last throes;
But flame rekindles, wick relights again,
When candle stayed on, standing as before,
In altar that allures, wont to regain,
Love's splendor and glory, that it once bore:
......For in truth, love's own desire never fades,
......But when it so desires, truth it evades.
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Joys In Life
How sweet to savor life when free of woes,
While all to joys, the present day prepares,
When home is not a fort walled round from foes,
And love blooms strong and true without the cares;
When hearth gives just the right amount of heat,
Its smoke goes high straight up to clearest skies,
With fire that burns steady in hearts that beat,
Come Spring and snow, or tempest, nary dies;
What bliss for traveler to have arrived,
To home with no more voyage to contend,
And in the homey circumstance survived,
With not a dream of journeys to extend;
.....But joy is not a journey's end to reach,
.....It is that point, with fewer walls to breach.
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Love Sonnet 49 Oh Smile To Me, Not Of Dreams Remembered,
Oh smile to me, not of dreams remembered,
Nor of prurient notes once recalled, rephrased,
Not of melodies from songs remastered,
Nor from love, Time has not fully erased;
But smile of Spring returned, that now has sprang,
Of morn that boasts of skies so blue and warm,
When hearts have played in tune, and birds have sang,
Of love rooted too deep, for drought to harm;
But Fate has bad luck so riddled my plight,
This joy seems an excess of its goodwill,
Or this might be another oversight,
That love it left to find your heart to fill;
.....But smiles can show or hide what has been true,
.....Like love that hearts may not or may imbue.
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