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Sunday Sonnet!

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Nurtured on a staple diet of lies,
Impervious to persuasive voice of truth,
Disabled Reason fails to recognise
Formation of insensate future youth;
Unblemished blood coursing through tainted veins
Cannot but taint each organ that it feeds,
Thus Truth, which our integrity sustains,
Deforms in mind that evil discord breeds;
Can Truth her pristine beauty e’er regain
After she had so rudely been defaced?
Good Grace essential nature shall retain –
Is Darkest Night not by New Day replaced?
Humanity presumes to govern all,
Crafting thereby the blueprint of its fall.

©Meanderings 2018

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Can Reason supersede blind Ignorance?
Can Daylight intervene where Night prevails?
How shall the Truth to waking blind evince
Unless untold disaster it entails?
How brutally perverse must Power be
Before the God of Justice intercedes?
Is this the end to Land of Liberty?
A culture, vile, that revolution breeds?
Nay! See within the Nation’s marrow set,
Enduring mores bequeathed by sage forebears;
Would that these tenets People ne’er forget,
To honour them allays all future fears;
Let Hearts of Courage untowards assail,
That Spirit of Democracy prevail!

©Meanderings 2017

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Too soon the Winter sun in western sky
Declines, as though in fear of pending Night,
So little time for aged to say ‘Hi’,
Their darkened spirits to be filled with light;
Restricted to the friendship of four walls,
By ruthless limitations of old age,
Vicissitude of Winter’s whim forestalls
The yearning heart, fair weather to engage;
O, that the warm embrace of Summer’s sun,
The cold, dark days of Snow Queen would displace,
A brighter mien to bring to everyone,
And smiles return to every sullen face.
Pray, tarry not much longer Blessed Spring,
Great harbinger of joy for all to sing!

©Meanderings 2017

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Haiku @ Home #5

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After weary day,
Comforting bed beckons,
Peaceful night descends!

©Meanderings 2016

Rictameter #3

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Night falls,
Nature retires,
Insomniacs prepare
For silent, lonely hours ahead,
Acceptant of their sad, nocturnal plight,
Though always wishing otherwise
That, like fam’ly and friends,
They can smile when –
Night falls!

©Meanderings 2016