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Shakespearean Sonnet #142: "The Death of Amethyst"
Come and share with me the sorrows I’ve found
For the once love of my previous life,
A tragic end such met us both to ground---
‘Tis the sudden tale of my ghostly wife.
She was the treasured apple of my eye,
A sweet priden joy of the golden years,
Though quicken’d a chance was her time for bye
She left, soon just as swift as the wind’s sneers
O’er the melancholy of my ache’d heart;
It cried away at my now dying pain
As I slowly started to fall apart
From my very existence being slain.
Lost in death, still our love found happiness---
Ever in mind, the death of Amethyst.
... [sneers –voice, cries]
Petrarchan (Italian) Sonnet #103: "Demeter’s Despair"
Why have you left me in the summer’s wane?
Away from my love in the land ahead
to be drag’d down to the depths of the dead,
provoking my sad and angerous reign
on men of this world to suffer my lost—
from almighty HE allowed of this bind;
my daughter, to Death, forever entwined
so I weep, for there is no requite cost
in quarters my feelings turn for her wake
to my grasps in life, thus seasons create.
My daughter, my pride, my seed in joy’s love,
no more, you dwell full in the land above.
Dead in summer’s heat—to cool in autumn’s day,
Microsoft Office Signature Line...I await your return next year in May
Shakespearean Sonnet #27: "The Forbidden Fruit of War (… as told by the Muses)"
A wedding so fair was a sight to see
Of Peleus and Thetis with the gods---
But goddess Eris was nowhere to be,
Furious, she took to confuse the odds.
An apple she toss’d on the food in sight,
Of three goddess want the fruit to claim;
To the fairest… she call’d them all to fight
For the fruit of temptation in false fame.
Almighty a Zeus was placed with the task,
Pass’d down to Paris –the famed Trojan Prince;
To pick a true fairest of him was asked,
The pick Aphrodite his common sense.
To his prize Helen of Sparta was score
‘Tis an unwise choice spark’d the Trojan War.
"The Colour of Ripened Fruit"
I dreamt about the caribs last night—
a magenta their eyes glew,
bright like the Pitahaya.
or hair that shined, warm
like Kumquats in the sun.
how deep a sanguine was their skin
like sweet-juiced Cherries in July.
as smooth as Mango skin in the peak of its prime
that peel back into a soft smile.
their bodies that bloomed
like that of a Papaya in perfect symmetry…
ah, perfection. sweet, sweet perfection.
my thoughts became clouded with their images—
…their cheeks, flushed a tempting red
like the Fruit of Hades.
like the hidden secrets of the Lychee fruit.
my dream became like vines;
entwining my naïve heart with playful visions a fantasy.
they entangle my memory thicker
(like those grown from healthy winery-raised Grapes)
surrounding my soul in a drunken pleasure
—I did not want the caribbean people to fade from my world.
"Lovely, Lovely Succubi"
lovely, lovely succubi
you spread your wings so wide.
enticing men, and make them swoon,
they follow your ev’ry stride.
pretty, pretty succubi
fly high over the lands.
singing your song, and spread your charm,
have them eating from your hands
What have You done to us?
You pick Your mate, and suck Him dry,
Then move on when You’re through.
entrance’d we are by you.
you twist our minds, and take our souls,
your slaves; you play’d us like fools.
"I Am the Rising Sun, You Are the Waning Moon"
I am the rising Sun,
you are the waning moon.
you are the fleeing salmon upstream
I am the Bear waiting.
you are the threatened chameleon,
I am the Scholar's Eyes.
you are the lone eagle in constant flight
yet, I am your Nest.
you are the setting purplish-red across the horizon,
but, I am the Waxing After-glow amongst the stars.
"My Love Is"
“…my LOVE is too _________,
to have thrown back on my face.” –Loretta Devine.
LOVE …was real once.
it used to Live
dOwn the street.
or moVe through class,
threE hallways back.
LOVE …was always blind.
deliberate gaY looks
cast’d on sOmeone else.
lies Under faint breath
Ruining the mind.
that girl nExt door…
it Left me behind.
to Follow her path.