Patron Saint: A Sonnet for the Daily Post

Patron Saint Saint of sestinas, sonnets and robots, patron of science and sweet baking cakes, why limit yourself to worshipful tots? When you could be prayed to by handsome rakes? Rolex wearing and luxury driving cheapskates? Neon halos cap steeples in crisp mega-storied cities; they’re falling into ruin. Its’ patrons are dice’n and betting on saints. Where’s their halos now? Their ivory gowns and soft folded wings? Do prayers wing to them? Does grief make them bow down and weep? On bended knee do they sing of a better world not yet brought to earth? Oh patron saint, bring that new … Continue reading Patron Saint: A Sonnet for the Daily Post

Crown of Sonnets: Tales of Shayari

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{Drigorem’s Curse}

Not enough for you, the councilor’s seat.
Not for you, little brother, for your eyes
set upon a higher goal. A planned meet
sealed your fate and mine. What price in blood buys
a state? Did you think you could steal the crown?
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A Bad Day in Three Concrete Sonnets

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Bad Day

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Cars stopping. Cars honking. Cars whose drivers
are texting. Drivers yakking on cellphones.
Drivers rubbernecking. Damn those drivers
creeping past police cars. Police by cones
waiting, why aren’t they nabbing those drivers?

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Lambency: A Sonnet for Your Sunday

Lambency A ray of light falling down on the shore reflects like obsidian in the sand. The shaft of light plays with the eyes to lure them deeper into its luminous hands. White fire that pierces the clouds, falling bright through azure-blue skies lighting its descent, spiraling slowly around, weaving tight bent circles both black and opalescent. But the cleft from whence the light appeared, closes, as the fluffy game pieces shift above. The ray dissipates, the waves quickly hose the shore dispersing sands like a dark dove, caught by the swells of the waves in the bay below the … Continue reading Lambency: A Sonnet for Your Sunday

Winter: A Sonnet for your Saturday

Winter advances and claims my warm heart. Blood freezes the veins of my chilly limbs. Dead leaves pour into my bowl and their tart taste slips past my frozen lips, deftly skims over my rebelling stomach to fill The snowy void left by fall’s bitter end. Naked branches bend in the shrill wind’s chill Torpor consumes me, to sleep I bend, In its’ icy, breathless embrace I drift only to waken when white blossoms kiss my lashes. Lifeless to lithesome I shift, reviving to greet spring’s advancing bliss. I rise; the cloak of life I quickly don lest winter’s waning … Continue reading Winter: A Sonnet for your Saturday

Divination – A Sonnet for Your Thoughts

  Divination And I lay sleeping, weaving a dead dream, a late nightmare where we played tarot cards stacked in two piles on headstones that gleam. In the cemetery where we played bards, by the waning light of the sun, singing, chanting spells, drawing cards that spoke of woe. Their words echoed across the graves, ringing softly, raising souls and bones row by row. Words uttered by plastic voices that rose and fell with the guttering candle flames, that let cards foretell our late repose when our children will invoke our sweet names, by our graves, drawing tarot cards whose … Continue reading Divination – A Sonnet for Your Thoughts