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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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Not always do we see the blessed sun,
Or feel the cheerful presence of its balm,
Its intent by inclement climes undone,
Need not beset mere mortals with alarm;
Elsewhere the sun god sheds his golden rays,
Consistent with his quintessential being,
While here the constant hand of time conveys
We, earthlings, smile of Ra shall soon be seeing.
The rise and fall of rolling ocean waves,
Or undulation of the hills and dales,
Portray with fine panache how life behaves,
Revels of times as much as their travails.
Whatever shade of darkness be the night,
‘Tis but the absence of returning light.

©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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Farewell, dear friend, the best was not to be
That souls with common cause shall live as one,
The reason, now, is not for us to see
Until the running sands of Time be done;
Sharp pangs of pain grave grieving hearts pervade,
When peaks of expectation come to naught,
Temptation space of emptiness pervade,
And solace in alternatives are sought;
Let moments linger long to cogitate,
Like Nazarene bent writing in the dust,
Allowing dismal mood to dissipate,
Facilitating Hope to nourish Trust;
To part, brings past events into review,
To meet, opens the doors of vistas new!

©Meanderings 2016

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Sunday Sonnet!!

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Some soil decorum’s gown with vulgar tongue,
While others acquiesce like senseless sheep,
Unmindful of effect on fertile young,
Their virgin thoughts in bitter bile to steep;
Contaminated seed in good ground sown
Cannot, but yield contaminated crop;
Will ‘Future’ generations ‘Now’ bemoan,
Exhausting efforts, all, decline to stop?
As Nature works with Time all harm to heal,
Can innate human goodness yet prevail?
Despite repeated threats, ill to conceal,
Spirit of Truth shall triumph without fail;
The Future shall forever be unknown,
Until it in the Present shall be shown!

©Meanderings 2016