Sunday Sonnet

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Leave not to Chance whatever is to be,
Like devastated gambler left forlorn,
Or someone who succumbs to destiny,
To elements exposed like sheep late shorn;
Though Future never fully can be known,
Save by the Might within whose Hand it lies,
The seed of Hope within each soul is sown,
The fruit of which predictions oft defies;
Slide not into the quicksand of despair,
When untowards life’s passage overrun,
Stay anchored to the paragon of care,
Whose constancy can never be undone;
Leave not to Chance whatever is to be,
Let Love provide aegis for you and me!

©Meanderings 2017

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Sunday Sonnet!

So often do we seek to keep the peace,
Prospective harmful conflict to prevent,
When thoughtless words, unguarded, find release,
Invoking in the vuln’rable dissent;
Beneath apparent shining, suave veneer
That affable demeanour oft adorns,
Resides a fractured Nature, so severe,
Responses to survive may feel like thorns;
However can we know the human heart,
Subjected to the whims of living life,
From advent moment, thence unto depart,
Recipient of delight as much as strife.
Acceptance of the frailties in my self,
Helps me accept the frailties in your self!

©Meanderings 2016

Iambics #5

Red rose,
The symbol of a heart that bleeds with love,
Repose,
Upon the breast, the sacred home thereof!

©Meanderings 2016

Vulnerable!

At Risk!

Unguarded moments in despair
Expose the hungry waif;
The ruthless wolf to her repair,
Her innocence unsafe –
A thought the world to chafe!

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Meanderings (2015)