Briny tis vast bethrong
Balsam swept windsong
Droplets align brusque seas
Sailors beware perilous lees
Fickle fathoms she weeps
Discorded notion steeps
Coquet tempest squall
Bounden to celestial call
Sail me matey, harness rein
Envious tis sodden domain
Cast to enchanted sea
Foolhardy, thou may be
Hasten to landlubber true
By chance nary pines you
Submerged in foamy cascade
Seawaters tis possessive maid
Man’s intrinsic apathy's negligence-justified frown
Is the actual defining substance of a mortal clown;
Who with hollowed prejudgments fellow men slays,
And likens to hallowed duty his thoughtless decays.
He is evil's meekest martyr by doom's onus bound,
The cold-blooded outlaw donning dark's lucid veils;
His the bounden call to trim unwary lives that thrive,
His a sworn charge to hit to halt sea's merriest sails.
They're hell's happiest saints of true devoted cadre,
Obstinate desperados who without real reason hate;
Theirs rare glories for wanton vitriol by meanest fate
Met on innocent casualties of villainy's vicious adder.
What grand gratification fills world's cruelest hearts
That sting undeserving souls in most delicate parts?
Why do allegedly feeling minds grow numbest to cry,
Whilst their pleading victims in iron malevolence die?
How can life’s most cognitive kind find sweet preys,
In other creatures alike in mien and all visible ways?
Truth is almighty,
know it as a bounden duty.
Love is a spirit of all compact fire – William Shakespeare
Love walks on faery footsteps
In the garden of my soul
With long, red hair that falls in wild folds
About a face of undefiled beauty
Wherein two orbéd cat’s eyes, loving, reign
-- Twin meteors with pow’r to bless or burn
Stol’n from the opal’d moonbeams of Night’s ceil –
And all the flames thrown forth from myriad stars
Ignite my muslin heart with deathless fire
Unquenchable, save in the fiercer glow
When living spirits meet in Love’s embrace.
Love sings in faery whispers
Of the splendor of your touch
When flesh meets flesh in tender union sweet
And strews the treasures of a thousand flow’rs
Whose gentle odors weave their mystic spell
About my bounden senses -- lost in you
As ev’ry blossom breathes anew your name.
The willow sways
A rhythmic dance
in expectation
of the August gale
Tenacious roots
Entwine earth and stone
Bounden firm
Anchored undaunted
Wind swept rains bite!
Against the force
Of relentlessness
She strains
To hold ground
..upon clearing
,,nakedness
Stripped of her jewels-
Her leaves
Her blossoms..
..her beauty
Blue skies dawn.
Unknown to her weariness,
Birds pause
Upon familiar perches
With no colors to turn
In the Octobers skies
She weds a leafless fall
Yet through endurance,
She remains,,
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