Sunday Sonnet!

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I cannot tell the depth of debt I owe
To hallowed architect of life, contrived,
With ne’er a mite of hope to disavow,
That all these years, by Grace, I have survived;
Not always prudent in elected path,
In innocence as much as ignorance,
Bequeathing painful scars in aftermath,
Benificence prevailed in my defence.
Grim, darker days by demons were beset,
Yet, held by loyal love of one who cared,
The halls of hope to want were never let,
Nor falls to taunts of shame were ever bared.
A grateful heart to God of Grace I raise,
With sacramental songs replete with praise.

©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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Septolet #2

Truth,
Ruefully,
Beckoned helplessly,
From across embarrassed room;

Deceit,
Cunningly,
Averted his shameless eyes.

©Meanderings 2016

Whither?

Quo Vadis

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Abandoned by a thoughtless world,
Inured to taunts of shame,
The rootless wander unfulfilled,
Their dignity aflame –
Human but in name!

© Meanderings 2015