Monthly Archives: November 2017

Sunday Sonnet!

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On early morning stroll along the beach,
I met an old dishevelled, broken man,
Whose words would me a lasting lesson teach,
When profferring concern as best one can;
He kindly smiled and gestured with his hand,
Inviting me to sit down by his side;
His bony finger pointed to the sand,
A cultured voice reflecting a soft pride –
I had it all once, station, health and wealth,
Delighting in the might of lacking none;
Unmindful what deception spawned by stealth,
The dawn broke with my life laid bare, undone.
Succumb not to the Power of the Purse,
An All-consuming self-inflicted Curse!

Meanderings 2017

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Be wary of the thoughtless word that sneaks,
Well-masked, into the innocent converse;
A pitfall which way-lays whoever speaks,
Whether it be in common speech, or terse;
Too easily, too often humans meet,
As is the wont of Homo Sapiens,
In deference to politeness, stop to greet,
Lest they be deemed outlandish aliens;
To treat the other as you treat yourself,
With unreserved acceptance, and with grace,
As though such be the Oracle of Delph,
Will never either’s dignity deface;
Proffer not that of which you know the least,
For you, such words may be a bitter feast!

Meanderings 2017

Sunday Sonnet!

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There comes a time all mortals need reflect
Upon their heritage and destiny;
Temptation lurks all details to dissect,
Compassion wills from judgement to feel free;
Embrace the gift of lasting Gratitude,
Whose heart prescribes the elixir of Care;
Her presence smiles of solace, balm, exude,
Transforming clouds of gloom to skies most fair;
Wherever be our roots of provenance,
In palace portals, squalid shanties, too,
Such station be of little consequence,
Humility shall be the measure, true;
Whatever be the privilege at birth,
All transient flesh return to Mother Earth!

Meanderings 2017

Sunday Sonnet!

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Tap-tapping gently on the window pain,
Red robin rouses man asleep in chair,
Who, thinking it might merely be the rain,
Bestirs, then dozes off without a care;
Insistent little redbreast taps once more,
This time with greater passion in his call,
The old man stirs, as he had done before,
Raises reluctant eyelids, narrow, small –
Two tiny eyes invade the fog of age,
Occasioning a burgeoning, happy smile;
One’s needs the other’s kindness thus engage,
To make their co-existence prove worthwhile;
No better world there ever can be known,
With reciprocity the cornerstone!

Meanderings 2017