Monthly Archives: April 2014

Glorious Redemption

What glorious redemption
Found in love’s mention
Dragged from soul’s hell
At the softest touch
Of affection
Wielded by hands
Of velvet clad steel
And a poet’s silver tongue
Singing touches
Promises of true love’s appeal
To young hearts revealed
By fingers and lips and teeth
By soft caress and warm kiss
And bites so deep
Laid bare
On an alter of devotion
To explore
To know more
Every desire and emotion
To prick the skin in gooseflesh
Puzzle out what lies within
Deeper delving into souls
A passionate mission
To thresh out thought
By each grain coming
Every closer to knowing
Ever closer to revealing
What lies in the deepest recesses
Of love’s heart and mind
By interest plainly shown
Watered by shared pain
And fed by the sun of
Complete and willing
Honest understanding
No pretension
What glorious redemption
Found in love’s mention




When one’s words take on a life of their own
From fingers, mind and tongue birthed to the wind
Whether in brief poem or lengthy tome
They fly free searching for hearts to live in

Those words travel to places you’ve not been
Excursions to the farthest flung reaches
Across deepest oceans, through time they swim
Touching new eyes, new voices, new features

For hearts captured by them, love increases
For minds enthralled, they’re taken in by craft
For eyes that crave what lessons each teaches
For broken souls looking to them to graft

The words you bring to life are powerful
Of this, I entreat, be always mindful


Written as a Spenserian sonnet. For #sonnetsunday on Twitter.

The Beginning

Their eyes met in darkness and sparked a flame
His roamed her, while hers fluttered to the floor
Boldly he prowled nearer and asked her name
In a whisper she gave him that and more

He took her hand and drew her out; they danced
Her shyness melted away in his arms
His smile, beaming and wild, left her entranced
He was seduced by her innocent charms

Her hands trembled as they captured his face
Soothing the fire that burned beneath his skin
Into each other they both arched and ached
Pulling one another closer within

With their lips they brought to life a new fate
Their kiss just a taste of what lay in wait

A traditional Shakespearean sonnet

The Heart’s War

A poem in the McCarron Couplet style – “AABBABCCDDCDEEFFEF”


In the darkest depths of her heart she hides
Shades of herself that do not coincide
There lies the lover of destruction, fire
‘Longside the purity of love’s desire
A soul torn in two, dark and light inside
Neither can be all, lest all be liar

The war wages inside her creamy skin
Petal soft outside, but thorny within
Which will gain ground today, true love’s delight
Or despair of lonesome, darkest bleak night
As before and always, they rage again
Pit against each other, none wins this fight

An eloquence of compliance is found
When both sides can be equally unbound
The fire and the lover each always freed
So before you step in, this warning heed
This woman’s heart is not such stable ground
To love her truly, both sides you must feed


In The Now – a Sonnet

The future enshrouded in shadow; unknown
The past beckons, singing its lost love songs
Lessons past, never right nor ever wrong
Lessons in our path may yet help us grow

Winds of chance and fate by which we are blown
To the past mistakes, to whom we belong
To our further estates for which we long
Souls cry for either side; Our love unsewn

In regards to future or past, alas
What is meant to be is still yet unseen
Whether we’ve learned, or still have much to do
Comes to each of us, comes to me and you
In each such moment, both exist in dreams
Our pieces, our memories come to pass

Thanks to Jack @for_my_Juliet for inspiring me to do a #SonnetSunday
Hope it’s up to snuff. ^__^

Written in the Petrarchan sonnet styling.

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