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Location: Guiseley,West Yorkshire,England
Posts: 165
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For Geri, Pamela and Kicker
Sonnet 4
I know our passion is now forever lost.
Your fair heart taken by passing pale breeze
and left stranded on the cold brittle frost
that lays on braids of weeping willow trees.
Should I not gladden to see your face turn
to grant welcome to others who's love comes,
though torn apart my soul with jealous burn,
I seek release from desire that still drums.
I look not at the pillows deep indent,
the down filled remnant of want once felt,
that reminds me of all that is now spent,
the yearning that with no alarm did melt.
Yet here you stand and grant me warm embrace
as towards me, once again turns your face.
Sonnet 5
If by fortune should my shade be revealed
make not unkind sport of this heart worn fool,
this wraith who waits by shadow concealed
for merest glimpse of his bright passing Jewel.
From what now impotent crown did she fall
to grace the land with such a treasure rare
that the boldest men fear her name to call
should they be rendered frail by beauty's stare.
All the precious things that I hold so dear
are but trinkets and falsehood of no worth
when by fate's kind mercy her voice I hear
and see her shining bright upon the earth.
Guilty of some foul deed or broken rule
must I so live with such a penance cruel.
Sonnet 6
Should you look at those of wealth and power
and think of me as a man with riches shorn
know I prize the touch of springs first shower
and the songbird herald of breaking dawn.
Do not feel pity for one whose head sags
glimpsed at times labouring past your doors
for I shelter amidst the northern crags
that rest upon the rolling heathered moors.
I throw not the sweetest wine down my neck
or feast on food that makes the table groan
but sip Adam's ale drawn from fairy beck
and eat that raised by these hands alone.
And I shall have lived that much I know
while he just existed in a life of show.
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