Category Archives: Virtues

Sunday Sonnet!

Home Front (WP)

He sits in stillness, somnolent, and stares
Into the setting sun’s declining rays,
Divested from the day’s disabling cares,
The breathless air an inner calm conveys;
Upon the gentle, rocking, rippling, waves,
Serene seagulls submit to Neptune’s charms,
Whose guile the hapless fisherman enslaves,
Or victims of outrageous storms embalms;
Thus be the course of floating ship of thought,
Unanchored, at behest of lilting breeze,
Effectuating consequences unsought,
To leave mere mortal man wonder with ease;
Convergence of the setting sun and sea,
Precipitates relaxing reverie.

©Meanderings 2016

Sunday Sonnet!

Madiba(WP)

When I opine upon your pristine face,
And ponder on the marvel of such grace,
The calm demeanour of persuasive smile,
Enjoin my hasty gestures to restyle;
Too easily your counsel is declined,
Committing us to suffer, much maligned,
Yet, constantly your presence at my side,
In gentle whispers, courage does confide;
Upon each thought and action kindly pour
The elixir of Father Time before
They, with determined missive, take the wing
And all but goodness to their purpose bring;
To you, fair Patience, do these words appeal,
Lest, for my indiscretions I must kneel!

© Meanderings 2016

Brevette #2

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Love
L u b r i c a t e s
Longing.

©Meanderings 2016

Brevette #1

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Patience
F a c i l i t a t e s
Peace!

©Meanderings 2016

 

(The Brevette, created by Emily Romano consists of a subject (noun), verb, and object (noun), in this exact order. The verb should show an ongoing action. This is done by spacing out the letters in the verb. There are only three words in the poem, giving it the title Brevette.)

Sunday Sonnet!

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So driven by the need to get things done
That minutes of the day like lightning pass,
So speedily the sands of Time seem gone,
Sunken into a swirling, wild morass,
All efforts wrought with meaningful intent
Often performed at person’s grievous cost,
Appears to be vitality misspent,
Issuing in a sense of being lost;
With care, perceive the beat of Nature’s heart,
Which panders not to every fleeting whim,
Nor frets at whatsoever might depart,
But hums her pre-ordained consistent hymn;
Serenity descends on those who wait,
She nourishes profound contented state.

©Meanderings 2016

Sighing and waiting smileys