Best Spenserian Stanza Poems
Such union tastes now like ambrosia sweet,
this oneness we share while our lives remain.
Now my love, speak anew for time is fleet,
repeat your promise, gladsome oath's refrain.
Ah Specter, deign not evil toward this twain,
but keep away Grim Reaper, shade of night.
Fortuna, may it be that we obtain
from basket, thy fruit ever lasting right:
thus hoping we remain esteemed in thy good sight.
In measuring the Doppler shift of stars,
the universe we see seems to expand,
beginning a grand thought that is not ours:
God and the Big Bang do go hand in hand.
Created, the release of His remand,
the science having declared His demise,
heavens now collapse to a grain of sand,
and infinite, its mass, we are apprised;
earth coalesced in time under His watchful eyes.
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This is a Spenserian Stanza, 10a:10b:10a:10b:10b:10c:10b:10c:12c
Resurgence for the idea of a creator/designer within elements of the scientific community began with observations that pointed to a beginning for the universe...
(not so much a hippie musical,
more a Spenserian stanza)
I’m ‘follically-challenged’, as it’s called
within this non-judgmental modern world:
my mother has a balder term – I’m bald.
Upon a scene of sex-gods am I hurled,
unloved, uncombed, unpomaded, uncurled!
How many ball-caps can a grown man wear?
I won’t be Frank Sinatra’d, Milton Berled:
I won’t wear someone else’s luscious hair.
At school they said, “Nice head – but nothing there!”