Sunday Sonnet.

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However high ambition seeks to reach,
However far the dream aspires to go,
Whatever limits wherewithal can breach,
Whatever depth of learning one might know,
As sure as day is followed by the night,
Or azure sky displaces heavy cloud,
Calm destiny rests not in human might,
Nor can mortality escape the shroud;
Dependent on vicissitudes of time,
Susceptible to human wear and tear,
‘Tis futile to conflict this paradigm,
As though our mere existence to forswear;
Despite all efforts Fate to oversee,
Transcendence does determine what shall be!

©Meanderings 2018

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Elusive as proverbial pot of gold,
Convincing as conjurer’s sleight of hand,
Untarnished truth, becloaked remains untold,
Subverted gemstone hidden in the sand.
By self-serving seductive wiles betrayed,
Maltreated with dismissive disregard,
Morality, herself is left dismayed,
Perception of veracity is marred.
Lo, constant chronos waves his silent wand,
Outlasting vanity’s ephemeral wares,
Attending patiently at destiny’s hand.
When reaper parts the wholesome wheat from tares.
What needs be known shall ne’er remain unknown.
Unsullied pearl of truth none can dethrone.

©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!

©Meanderings 2018

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Sunday Sonnet!

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As though in rhythmic tune with breeze they danced,
Bright faces smiling gaily as they swayed,
Recalling thought of erstwhile spring romance,
When young hearts went a-walking one fine day;
Beneath a cloudless cerulean sky,
A gentle zephyr kissed enchanting blooms,
As hand in hand young lovers walked nearby,
While whispered speech their precious time consumes;
In earnestness they solemnly avowed
Their loyalty into eternity;
Misfortune would their destiny becloud,
Fruition of their dreams was not to be.
Idyllic plans for future oft are made,
Then by reality to be betrayed!

©Meanderings 2018

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Beside a slow meandering soothing brook,
Its gurgling water shimmering in the sun,
A hapless maid, by cruel love forsook,
Stared gloomily, her golden dreams undone;
Once, long ago, her youthful innocence,
Assailed by barb from Cupid’s skillful bow,
Succumbed to smitten beau’s fateful caress,
Whose protestations set her heart aglow;
As merge two becks into a stronger stream,
Convergent passions flourished for some time,
Conceiving of a mutual future dream –
Then sounded Destiny an ‘Ending Chime’!
Thus forlorn Faith in mortal anguish burns,
And helpful hope declines, till Love returns!

©Meanderings 2017

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