Love Sonnet 26 As we walk through life's many thoroughfares,
As we walk through life's many thoroughfares,
We soon find paths so rough, some traveled well,
While one stranger ignores, another cares,
Some foes flee, some friends from our graces fell;
One mystery is where the road would lead,
And wonder who awaits at journey's end,
Which of the turns is best where to proceed,
And if to some place else, it would extend;
We walk with hearts so stout, but legs so frail,
In countless slips, but rising from them all,
If in our very dreams, we often fail,
We hitch to hopes ethereal our call;
.....Should destiny hold nothing afterwards,
.....The trip itself should merit due regards.
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Love Sonnet 71: Why should roses be spiked with prickly thorns,
Why should roses be spiked with prickly thorns,
And honey, be guarded by stinging bees?
Why should betrayal stalk whom crown adorns,
And fruits, be picked where one could fall from trees?
Heaven demands a sacrifice so great,
As sweetness oft requires an equal pain;
In most paths, laid are obstacles that wait,
The norm is to have loss for every gain;
But these, my love, are trifles to be paid,
As fools rush in and bother not to look,
Giving credence to what is often said,
Of fish that swallows line, sinker and hook;
……..Yet despite all, to which lovers submit,
……..Life is not worth a cent if without it.
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The Middle Path
The road to Hell is wide and traveled well,
With timbrels, gay, and trumpets blowing loud,
And souls won't know, if when, and how they fell,
Such that roasting, their bodies walk still proud:
But gate of Heaven opens but a slit,
Admitting few who, hardly, might squeeze in,
While Satan looks, and ready with his spit,
In case the Keeper overlooks a sin:
Might we do well, threading the middle path?
Not being vain, nor be too much a saint,
To deserve not the Devil's fiery wrath,
Yet short of being heart without a taint:
.....I hope, when Fate would finally decide,
.....I'm not despised by friends from either side.
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Love Sonnet 14 My Love Comes Like The Early Summer Rain
My love comes like the early Summer rain,
Which drizzle lends to making flowers bloom,
So once again the meadows could regain,
Their sparkle lost as Winter cast its gloom;
In bright sunlight, as pristine droplets fall,
Rainbows glow round my heart and deep within,
Not one boring moment could I recall,
For in stillness, I hear sweet songs begin;
But raindrops fell and poured their wrath on us,
Soaking our very bones, me and my love,
We might as well just be gardens, and thus,
Welcome this benediction from above;
......And grow and bloom we will throughout the years,
......Assured of rain and sun though Winter nears.
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The Dethroned
The cringing doubts that in his mind were strewn,
Erode what's left of his diminished pride,
All the resolve to fight faded and soon,
As fallen, his soul grimaces inside;
The tolling bells bewail his ebbing days,
The same that pealed in erstwhile revelry,
When lauding victories of yesterdays,
While his glories were yet in heraldry;
But now laurels turned strangers to his head,
A mere specter remained of his great deeds,
If to gallows all these struggles would lead,
His grave, he hopes, would be a boon to weeds;
……And from the stage where now his story ends,
……His foes looked nicer than his supposed friends.
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Love Sonnet 182 Of all the loves we knew or almost have,
Of all the loves we knew or almost have,
There stands a one that weathers all neglect,
That in our solitude would often salve,
Regrets, when minds on such a love reflect;
Those times which we have missed or let to pass,
Would haunt until today, to our dismay,
If path we chose ended in foul morass,
We doubt if it was best that other way;
As things proceed the way it would as Fate,
Or else, as blind workings of random chance,
One certain thing that to events dictate,
Is heart, which caused the moves, that made the dance;
.....All the loves, known, unsaid or forgotten,
.....Comprised that life the heart made to happen.
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Primal Light
It spanned eons of memories and times,
Spiraled in ways, to trek where time would end,
The quest of sages, or of bards, in rimes,
As are desires, with which fools would contend;
It's glory lies in every bud that blooms;
In every heart that passionately beats;
In awe, the mind, that when ecstatic, zooms,
It stirred to pursue dreams of greater feats;
And yet, its true nature remained unknown,
It's one or both of many things it's called;
The veil of doubt that so thickly has grown,
No longer shrouds, but even have it walled;
.....Though uncertain, how grandly to explain,
.....The mystery's grandeur seems quite certain.
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Who Is Eve?
She is that girl you always meet,
As you walk down a busy street;
That officemate across the hall,
Or someone's partner at a ball;
That dearest love now in your arms,
Or song diva with haughty charms,
Covered with beauty's coat-of-mail;
Or well exposed, in fashion's trail;
Are cavemen spared these glaring sights?
Just clubbing Eve on mating nights?
Of lore and myths sages employ,
Nefertiti, Helen of Troy,
Still escape man's comprehension,
Eve's mysterious predilection;
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Love Sonnet 17 Your charms, your charms, are figments dreams are made,
Your charms, your charms, are figments dreams are made,
I wish not, to be gravely soaked wherewith,
Or else, I will be fool in love's charade,
That anyone would rightly guess forthwith;
Is it folly to wait by Heaven's door?
To chance a glimpse of your angelic face?
For should this heart be made to wish for more:
I pray, that all relics of pain efface,
To frolic unabashed in youthful dance,
To claim all joys that love, in loving gives,
And nary to things past would ever glance,
On this new day, to see what life conceives;
.....Alas, of churl, my lovestruck actions show,
.....But is it wise to miss on love I know?
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Love Sonnet 69: That Moon Sulking In Dark Corners Of Space,
That moon sulking in dark corners of space,
Oblivious of hearts and dreams that wait,
It could have wandered to renew its face,
Only to be back, never to frustrate;
But times that it plays hide and seek with clouds,
Lovers are lost just what to think of this,
And with sudden shadows of doubt that shrouds,
They might depart without a token kiss;
My moon is much kinder and sensible,
And so is my sweet love that waits beneath,
With faith and hope never known to dwindle,
And whose virtues to sheer beauty bequeath;
……She could run out of sleep, and with it, dreams,
……Moonlit nights are such risks that joy redeems.
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