How Should I Spake To Thee?
Shall my words be sweet and creamy?
Full of rainbows and sweet nothings?
Then you said, I'm fresh and dreamy,
Wishful words not worth some farthings;
Shall my words be sad and gloomy?
As a sage, so wrinkled of moods?
Or of doom and dead leaves dreary,
So much like Autumn in the woods;
Or will I spake sweetly while sad,
Like some poems for old Time that ran,
Or of truth, either good or bad,
Or of birth, when dire pain began;
Or my words presently would ring,
Not of Past, Time may have forgot,
Nor of morn, that chances might bring,
But of just ourselves, that we got.
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Love Sonnet 43 Bring no ambrosia, I wanted no more,
Bring no ambrosia, I wanted no more,
Nor fill my cup, with sweet nectar to drink,
Of the graces dance, spare me no encore,
Muses' songs next time, but not now, I think;
Tell Apollo to mute his lyre today,
Happiness eludes even here above,
Goodbye Olympus, I must go my way,
To the plains below, where did wait my love;
I need no disguise, say, the form of swan,
Or of shiny bull which to roam the fields,
She is no huntress who could swiftly ran,
But angel of love that her heart so wields;
...Let her see me in my most humble form,
...And may our love then overcome the norm.
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Love Sonnet 11 Should Olympus Be, By Chance, Where I Am
Should Olympus be, by chance, where I am,
Would I tire seeing how the Graces dance?
Ambrosia, nectar, will I have for jam,
And Apollo's lyre might have me in trance;
Could I scour the fields for a maiden fair?
And drive chariots to snatch a girl?
Or guise myself as swan for sly affair?
Or carve me statue, like a lovelorn churl?
Or might I sail, consult an oracle,
Or go on quest to meet a lovely lass?
But when you came, so sweet a spectacle,
I find no need to trod in gods' morass;
........My love is on a path no god can thwart,
........Cupid emptied his quiver at my heart.
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Breakthrough
As darkness looms so thick, a solid wall,
Holding the night hostage, it failed to dawn,
The heart sinks deeper, reeling from the fall,
Adversity, obliges it to spawn;
The noisy accolades of past glories,
Had muted down to murmurs of regret,
No laurels on the head, just memories,
Vestiges, only few did not forget;
A hero cast aside so slovenly,
By Fate that left much pain, but little pride,
Struggling against that wall, when suddenly,
A knock, then voice heard from the other side;
...Piercing the dark, calling, finding a way,
...Set to get through, coming from light of day.
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Love Sonnet 176 Of Sweet Moments We Make Remembrances
Of sweet moments we make remembrances,
Such that by time the love object departs,
We will be left reminiscing glances,
Of times in which we have indulged our hearts;
For hardly last the charm of fleeting things:
The kiss, the butterfly, or the rainbow;
And in adversity, know what this brings:
Tears; emptiness and sorrow are in stow;
Parting pushes dreams much further apart,
And chasm made in between, much too wide,
For spanning bridge of hope, to even start,
Given scanty threads memories provide;
......As my todays revert to histories,
......Not one of yours adds to my memories.
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The Cause
As what my mind has earnestly reasoned,
Regards the day that sealed the fate of man,
The fall of humankind must have happened,
Because Adam is one vegetarian;
For if instead of fruits, he cared for meats,
Eve's overture finds no nerve to arouse,
And Serpent has to tempt with other treats,
Like say, with pigeon or some squirming mouse;
Or with a carnivore's delightful fare,
Coming not from God's forbidden tree,
But comes without a transgression to bear,
And of any encrusted guilt is free;
…..The tree, nary will Eve ever approach,
…..So no apple could cause them dire reproach.
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Love Sonnet 47 My love did write me notes of loneliness
My love did write me notes of loneliness,
Her tears smudging the margins of the page,
But left an ending of such sweet caress,
As though bowing, to curtsy on a stage;
If it is true that life is but a show,
We must have acted scenes for quite a while,
And countless times, for me, her face would glow,
But nary once I saw a put-on smile;
Though roles only mimic reality,
When following the dictates of a play,
They acquire the cloak of sincerity,
Imbued by hearts with apt truths to relay;
......But chance may leave unspoken every word,
......Yet hearts still understand while in accord.
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The Lone Survivor
The sound of bugles dins louder at last,
The cavalry must be approaching near,
While here, nary one tiny cannon blast,
Is seen from yonder banks as smoke would clear;
And not a stir from all the dead around,
Friends and foes, as I return, splayed and still,
Had I not fled this fateful battleground,
My guts would also scatter on the fill;
But living in glory when others died,
This flag would be defiled held by my hand,
False History might have me glorified,
As lone surviving hero of my band;
......So, before greatness would to me extend,
......I must leave, a deserter till the end.
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Drunken Sonnet
When in my lowest stock of wine and praise
I just content myself with this cheap beer
And wish in some hotel I with my raise
In yuletide, enjoying a good cheer;
But most I get from work that I contend,
Is reprimand from bossy chief and staff,
And scorn from lady love whom I pretend,
To have, when all I get from her is chaff;
And thinking of this love, this love of fools,
That no angel finds worthy of a cent,
Spit out, might I, in any of my drools,
And wonder how my glossy life have went;
.... Seeing your face, and hearing your tirade,
.... I might with bandits give my life to trade.
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Love Sonnet 146 The World Comes On To Me In Cruelest Guise
The world comes on to me in cruelest guise,
Once, sympathy, it made me see as love,
Knowing not affection, what would comprise,
I sought apt divination from above:
As fire that burns within, consumed my soul,
And left me embers, unrelenting glow,
Which may yet smolder, into flames in full,
If but your breeze, in my direction blow:
I'm king, holding your hand, basking in luck,
But fool enough, to let it free to go,
Now twice a fool, trying to catch it back,
Or thrice, when hesitant, I would be so:
....And when you left, without saying goodbye,
....You let fall onto me the entire sky.
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