Rhyme For Rhyme, Sail Lights of Deepest Sublime, a Set of Double Rhyming Sonnets
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R. J. Lindley, 8-26- 1975, edited 10/12/2014,
edited again 12-09-2019
Sonnet, 100 words
( Why Poetry Stirs Mortal Hearts, Oft So Soothes The Soul )
Note: https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/esquisse
"esquisse"...
esquisse noun
es·?quisse | \ (')e¦skes \
plural -s
Definition of esquisse
: a first usually rough sketch (as of a picture or model of a statue)
Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables::140
Total # Words::::::100
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Stats For Poem Number (2.)
R.J. Lindley, June 6th, 1973, edited 10/12/2014,
edited again 12-09-2019
Sonnet, 100 words ( Oft Fleeting Are Joys Of Misspent Youth )
Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables::140
Total # Words::::::100
Double Rhyming Sonnets, Each A Perfect One Hundred Words
(1.)
Rhyme For Rhyme, Sail Lights Of Deepest Sublime,
A set of double rhyming sonnets
Rhyme for rhyme, poetry's seeking heart yearns
to bring beauty, setting this world ablaze
raging fires- eternity's breath burns
man and soul, to defeat world's morbid grey-
And often like dawn's refreshing new breath
gifting unto Love's bounty, deepest kiss
such treasures that survive past mortal death
in Art's true glow, far beyond life's esquisse.*
Yet poetic depths in hearts must be taught
to stir imagination to well span
far, far beyond what normal life has brought
into wicked world created by man.
Rhyme for rhyme, sail lights of deepest sublime.
Some born in glory to stop Hands of Time.
R. J. Lindley, 8-26- 1975, edited 10/12/2014,
edited again 12-09-2019
Sonnet, 100 words
( Why Poetry Stirs Mortal Hearts, Oft So Soothes The Soul )
(2.)
When Mercy Is Ghost Within Dying Mists
When Fated curse decreed loving a bust
into tormenting abyss life did slip,
dearest treasure with its glow born from lust
now a barnacle on a sunken ship-
Alas! Truth can be such a tragic blow
as heart deeply crushed often never mends
tho' in false pride one may put forth a show
reality states ills future portends!
To taste yet again her honey-sweet lips
and dwell yet again in her silken bed
behold her buxom charms and sexy hips
I would drink again, agonies I've bled.
When mercy is ghost within dying mists,
Torn are memories of romantic trysts.
R.J. Lindley, June 6th, 1973, edited 10/12/2014,
edited again 12-09-2019
Sonnet, 100 words ( Oft Fleeting Are Joys Of Misspent Youth )
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