Sunday Sonnet!

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In desolation of the darkest night,
Attended by the emptiness of hope,
When solace harbingers have taken flight,
How are forsaken creatures meant to cope?
I passed a homeless lady on my walk,
Along the seaside promenade she sat,
Forlorn, on bench, inclined with none to talk,
Must shelter be her fated habitat?
Surrounded by her meager earthly wares,
Exposed to whims of Nature’s weather gods,
Will someone ever deign to tend her cares,
Perchance, among her fellow human bods?
What hankers in her soul no one can tell,
My heart bleeds prayers her future to be well!

Β©Meanderings 2018

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Be still, the voice of Inner Self to hear,
Beneath the din of vain distracting thought,
Intent on spawning denizens of fear,
Whose task it is to render sense to naught;
What gain be there homage to tender greed,
But to be numbered midst deluded rest
Who know not of a more enduring need,
Nor can to deeper-rooted mores attest;
Would that The Way proscribe the human choice,
His gentle counsel steeped in wholesome care;
Then shall the Norm of Goodness well rejoice,
And amity prevail beyond compare.
Be still, most blessed insight to embrace,
The promise of New Life replete with Grace.

Β©Meanderings 2018

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Grand candelabra of magnolia
Illuminate small garden, hedge enclosed,
As if some visitation from afar
Were sent to render flora, all, exposed;
Resplendent hues, enriched by pristine white,
In dulcet harmony create a tune,
The most discerning eyesight to delight,
Idyllic for reposeful afternoon.
Salubrious vernal sun its rays dispense
With unselective equanimity;
Imbibe kind Nature’s sheer benevolence,
Embrace its prodigal felicity.
There is so much for senses to enjoy,
If only we would care them to employ!

Β©Meanderings 2018

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Sunday Sonnet!

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When comes the day that Fate declines to smile,
On falsehoods peddled with impunity,
Intent, unwary nation to beguile,
Who, then, shall bear responsibility?
The raucous harbinger of self-import –
Whose savvy ventures not beyond the tweet,
Or, meekly looking on without retort,
Obsequious, gutless minions of conceit?
Rest not at ease vile harbinger of lies,
Nor acquiescent guardians to their shame,
They be in close collusion, these allies,
Justice decrees that both shall be to blame.
As sure as day succeeds the darkest night,
None shall avoid their much deserved plight!

Β©Meanderings 2018

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Let not concern for what is yet to be,
Despoil the even tenor of your way,
For no one can beyond the present see,
As all must needs await the morrow’s day;
Insomnia feeds off disquiet soul,
Affecting disposition overall,
Until masters of reason lose control,
Hurtling headlong into a fatal fall;
Be mindful of the Easter Dawn of hope,
As vernal blossoms countryside adorn,
Regenerated faith with doubt shall cope,
When positive perception is reborn.
Let constant trust in goodness e’er reside,
That grace for all tomorrows shall provide.

Β©Meanderings 2018

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