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Sonnet 17: Flowers of Love

Heyday reveries of Cherry Blossom
Dalliances fly; streaming thoughts drift charmed,
Of my quondam Bird of Paradise Palm—
Pierced deep our Bleeding Hearts, so Love adjourned.
Spellbound by my relished melancholy
I recalled true Lily and pure Lotus—
Lifters of spirits, two loves both folly:
Out of my depth each a troth poetess.
Burgeoning remembrances of Passion,
Magnolia, Tulip and Orchid all
Cut flowers, so planted, did wither ashen:
Graved blooms live Amaranth in me withal.
Bedded in my garden a rose to wed—
Adulteress bush pricked her guilt till dead.

 

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Sonnet 16: Immortal Mortals

Love extends the fixed compass of the soul,
Measured in generations—eyes the Sphinx,
Entreats itself with passion to extol
Life that begets ere death to live past brinks.
Life lived, once past, dost sunder and perdure:
Clay grounds mortal, the soul skies immortal
To the narrow gate, lest the wide gate lure—
Until doomsday seraph-proof’s the portal.
Parents grant their bairns a mite preferment—
Wisdom known ‘twixt destiny and free will:
Filials mass the laddered firmament
To be judged known or unknown at love’s fill.
The immortal mortal soul’s heired bloodline
Unites united by Heaven in fine.

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Sonnet 11: Gold Aiguillette

Heads, invocations canst rouse the muses
To endow devotees gifts of fine arts—
Tails, prized offerings made to goddesses
Gains good fortune for those with pious hearts.
Daughters nine, spawned of Sky and Memory—
Poets trine: epic, love and unprofane—
Six lines: music, tragedy, history,
Comedy, dance, astronomy—ought fain.
Divines wax chary their affinity:
Grey-eyed didst confer wisdom-cum-courage,
The huntress marriage with nativity,
And the ruler of hearth and home furnished.
Winning traits claimed of both—odds-on merit:
‘Twas my sis, laureled with gold aiguillette.

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Sonnet 10: Love Thy Fate

O! Daughter, my errant renaissance lass,
Oracular master of the tarot,
Asks: Why doth my tempered mettle tilt pas
D’armes? Mercurial stars limned your tableau.
Reeled by destiny you intrigued to raze
Down your divided homes, parting estranged—
Time-worn grudge sunsets to bid us all raise
Your rising sons betimes: change to be changed.
I lament your woes with profound regret,
Bury them dead in this apology—
As parents we love dear whom we beget:
The holy grail of our astrology.
Love the absurd, life’s joyful happy state—
Hail wandering planets and love thy fate.

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Sonnet 9: My Brother’s Keeper

Fallen Man—God’s theodic instrument,
Beguiled, cursed and exiled by primeval
Determinants—raised to be immanent:
Good fates its telos by willing evil.
Oh actuated paradox! transcends
Causality that veils the astral planes:
Volition to pick and choose means and ends.
Crossed-out Scripture’s cross-outed siblings’ banes:
Jealous and unfavored rose up and slayed—
Grabbed the heel then rooked the birthright blessing—
Color-coated dreamer waylaid and slaved—
Prodigal son unsung by son pressing.
Naught to naught, ever my brother’s keeper—
Whose squared writ runs kept to keep me deeper.

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Sonnet 8: Paternal Lineage

Harken back to time immemorial:
Your paternal lineage—stout peasant
Farmers—dwelt nigh Dalmatian pastoral
Shores, to eke out their hardscrabble pleasance.
Great-dad earned his Gotham passage stoking
Coal hoping chance stamps him a stevedore.
Grand-dad—a compelled truant suffering
A paupered regency—wrought by world war,
Made shift until his father’s ship came in.
Schooled a captain’s waiter, jumped ship to port
At Liberty—hence roots a citizen:
For three-score and six he fêted his forte.
Your father, first to college ere suited,
Yet your surpassings art most saluted!

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Sonnet 7: Happy Father’s Day

Love beatifies acts of sacrifice,
Acquits itself just in discharging debts,
Provides kinfolk a glimpse of paradise:
Quantums by which fathers love their begets.
Fathers contend to paint life in Vermeers:
Provincial scenes limned in domestic bliss—
Whilst enthralled in their sundry métiers,
Their bidden toils doth bid the Judas kiss.
Sanguine dreams and high ideals reify
Shared linkages ‘twixt dads and progeny:
Inherent traits redound to signify
A hale family’s epic odyssey.
Keen gratitude for a dad’s priceless worth,
Spans the years to reckon from ere one’s birth.

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Sonnet 6: Happy Mother’s Day

Love sanctifies acts of forgiveness,
Flourishes in the presence of respect,
Creates miracles of natal quickness:
Credits to a mother’s bearing aspect.
Mother’s birth their babies and vice versa—
Both conceived in love, by love, to be loved:
Acts of Love in the main to minutia
Assures that her love’s labor’s gains are proved.
A mother’s legacy from rearing hers
Rests in the begetting of their success:
God’s gift of grandchildren when it occurs
Crowns her blessings with glorified address.
A mother’s children are the dividends
Of her husband’s love that ever attends.

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Sonnet 5: A Toast to a Model Son

Charmed indeed by your sirenic mother—
We blended-four joined in matrimony:
Gained you, my wife’s son-cum-daughter’s brother—
In due course a brace blessed our family.
Our huddled mass scored a home by rite:
Raised a bustling ménage, all in good cheer.
Ye modern valedictorian wright—
Graduated a lettered engineer:
Proud of you, most honorable of gents!
Pending nuptials I gift my précis on Love:
Philia-cum-Eros ere Pragma dents;
Agápe-cum-Storge—sign of the Dove.
A toast and my love for a model son—
Shared with your sweet wife hence two become one.

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Sonnet 3: Filial Bonds

As unique as a Fire Lily’s debut—
You arrived a gem with resonate flare,
Blessed with a sanguine air of derring-do:
Your avant-garde lifts to your savoir-faire.
Relative time is of a special kind:
The past, present and future are as one—
Withal your ipseity is affined
To eternal recurrence, life’s bon ton.
The liniments of your life stem from your
Forebears for you to color-in anew:
As recursive reflections of their lore—
Immortal mortals: heirs issue redux.
Envenomed gall dissolves not filial
Bonds—love conquers all my sweet lineal.

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