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It seems we said hello, just yesterday
Do you recall the night you came to town?
You blew in silently, I hoped you'd stay
Time really flies when old friends come around
When you leave here, I guess you'll be southbound
I love the pretty blanket left for me
Those yellows mix so well with red and brown
It will make such a treasured memory
Yet when you've gone, how diff'rent things will be
So cold and bare, your warmth will disappear
It happens ev'ry year so let's agree
We'll plan a longer visit for next year
Sweet autumn it is time to say goodbye
I wish you'd come next year about July
by Daniel Turner
Spenserian sonnet rhyme scheme
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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...
Sonnet 21, Old Hiking Shoes
(Spenserian Format)
Don't grieve for me here on the attic shelf;
we're joined infinitely as one, you said.
In an old moldy box now, by myself;
my place was there tucked well under your bed.
Don't grieve for me here within the dark dread;
the days and nights meld together as one.
Reflect on happy times, with stronger tread;
sweet dreams now reign as dead leaves in the sun.
Memories fade away after you're done;
the old just crumble away into dust.
Remember all the mountain trails we'd run?
Fear, you showed none, only honor and trust.
Don't grieve I'm here above your clarinet;
on the top shelf, right beside your train set.
The fair was filled with pies of every sort,
And Simon longed to taste a single slice.
Approaching the pie baker with a snort,
And begged for food without proper price.
The baker sneered, "Your coin must first suffice,
Before you bite this golden, flaky crust."
But Simon smiled and gave some odd advice:
"True wealth is found in starlight, not in dust!"
The crowded marketplace began to trust
The penniless philosopher’s strange scheme.
They threw away their wallets in disgust,
To chase after a wild, pastry baked dream.
Thus Simon ate for free while others prayed,
By selling nonsense, all his debts were paid.
Upon the edge where fading day departs,
A silver hush descends, the world grown still,
Soft shadows gather close, in gentle arts,
And wistful breezes through the hollows spill.
The golden west surrenders light’s bright thrill,
As dusky veils enfold the silent land,
Quiet longing as the heart beats at will
While stars awaken at the night’s command.
Memory drifts as grains across the sand,
Dreams emerge from twilights enchanted scheme,
Uncertain futures waiting to be planned,
As hope and fear entwine within the dream.
So stand I poised, as twilight claims its right,
To cross the threshold - on the edge of night.
Obsession
(Spenserian Sonnet)
You came with songs of love’s gifts to bestow
Bewitching me with soothing siren song
As whispering winds over ripe corn blow,
Charming me with songs you have sung so long.
In your love’s rhythm it seemed I belong,
As Aphrodite’s messenger you came,
Calling with the euphony of your song,
Swift I came when I heard you call my name.
Obsessed by your symphonies I became,
On shifting breeze, too readily deceived,
On your enticing words I made my claim
Binding me by the threads of love you weave.
Leaving me with unfulfilled passion’s pangs,
Misled by obsession for songs you sang.
Barry Stebbings
01/19/2020
Pandora, Oh Pandora, you're to blame
Man's avarice has doomed us, one and all
So blatantly we covet without shame
And turn our heads away, when beggars call.
In fact, it is a shared character flaw
For who among us here, desires less?
Do you feel like your portion is too small?
It's when we're wanting more, when we transgress.
Yet sharing the world's wealth would be a mess
For who decides, too much or not enough
and who decides a fast and fair process?
Those questions there alone, are more than tough
Who would not put their finger on the scale
While heads were turned 'cause someone hollereed, SALE.
by Daniel Turner
Spenserian sonnet
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Look what you have left us, Vincent van Gogh
Found hiding under your tormented mind
A vision of your Starry Night in Rhone
The Night Cafe' was revenge of a kind
At Eternity's Gate one sits and cries
But I reside in A Poet's Garden
Thirty seven years of visions disguised
You turned from God as your heart hardened
In suffering your gift was your pardon
At night I sit in your Cafe' Terrace
And contemplate the dreams you starred in
The Self Portrait you painted in Paris
Thank you for the chance to let us all see
Your brilliant visionary ecstasy
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
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To kiss moist lips and taste their sweet desire
Then see the need, that want, through lust filled eyes
How quickly sparks ignite a night on fire
Flame so intense, it burns out at sunrise
The morning after comes with a disguise
Complete with attitude of "just be nice"
You flash a smile and paint him with white lies
One night of self indulgence has a price
How much will it cost you to roll the dice
What is the worth of one's own dignity
Or serve that dignity with bitter spice
And call the dish "unwanted pregnancy"
Be careful when you chance a little kiss
Most times blind Cupid shoots, his arrows miss
by Daniel Turner
Spenserian sonnet
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How often do you think about the time?
For me, it's never very far from mind
Each hour I am reminded by a chime
And when I look, it's left me far behind
Now some will say that you should be resigned
To live each day as if it were your last
If looking up the road, you will be blind
You're wasting time when looking in the past
But time is change and things are changing fast
If you don't look ahead you'll have no plan
You must explore the time already passed
To not repeat mistakes within that span
In life there simply are no guarantees
So I suggest each spend it as they please
Daniel Turner
Spenserian Sonnet
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