Sonnet

Those Days Will Soon Be Gone [new sonnet]

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You thought you could enjoy a quiet life
where no one whinged or got into your face.
You had forgotten global barbs are rife
and how this world’s well-nigh bereft of grace.

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The Torn Cardigan [double-sonnet]

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Sonnet I

So, Summer starts to end, as birds can tell:
The pinnacle of majesty’s been reached.
When Autumn sounds with its clandestine bell,
the gate between the seasons has been breached.

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Out of my Box [new sonnet]

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There comes a point one sees life as a speck
of fabricated time in ballet shoes.
Thus, poised in arabesque, I stick my neck
out gently, seeking other avenues.

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Recurring Dream [new sonnet]

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“What pleases you?”, she said, her voice aglow.
(Her arms were smiling, and her eyes were too).
ME: “Gentleness and quiet strength which flow
my way, and warmth, are what I love from you”.

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A Flag is a Rag – 3 Sonnets in the Aftermath of Independence Day

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SONNET I

You speak of “independence” on this day
as if you live a life of freedom won,
then fly your flag — a mere rag on display.
(You’re only “brave” when crouched behind your gun).

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A Sonnet for All Soldier Boys (& Girls)

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Dear soldier boy, there’s nothing to defend.
Your masters have decided what has worth.
(Dear soldier girl, what irony to send
lives to their death. The womb’s for giving birth!).

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Lost Soul [new sonnet]

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Her face was heavy as a thundercloud.
Her words fell stiff upon the ground as clay.
Then, finally, she cried this sound aloud:
“I lost my soul somewhere along the way”.

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The Time has Come [new double sonnet]

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THE TIME HAS COME [new double sonnet]

There’s much fine-trimming going on round here;
I’m slimming down my world to just a flame —
a single candle burning bright and clear.
To keep my equilibrium’s the aim.

So those who make false claims will be the first
to get the axe from my uncensored hand.
Next, constant rudeness which is interspersed
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Sonnet to the Face of Deep

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I see a face and think “Is this a mask?
Has clarity been stolen from those eyes?”
These are the questions which I’m forced to ask
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Sonnet for Borrowed Time

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Like Autumn leaves, we live on borrowed time
before the parched and brownly breeze-dried branch
becomes a lifeless dusty paradigm,
when our molecules dissolve [avalanche]. Read the rest of this entry »