Sonnettics

A runner’s heart is stronger than his feet
It must be, like the currents of the sea
The waves may touch the shores as they repeat
But currents push the waves and set them free
To run expresses life from point to point
There is no life before the run begins
And finish lines are there to help anoint
The runner as he overcomes his sins
The runner sins by turning from his heart
His strength, and only looking at the road
It doesn’t matter where his run may start
Or finish if his heart is stopped or slowed
So feel your strength within when you’ve begun
And feel your heart grow stronger as you run.

For Wendy,
November 4th, 2011
(and Forever)

You mean the world to me; I love this world
Whatever things I have are yours, and more
My life’s a sacred banner you’ve unfurled
I swear to you, I’ve never been so sure
My life is yours, for better or for worse
With God, my love for you becomes the best!
Your love is joy, in which I will immerse
Your love is sacred water; I am blessed
Take now this ring; it means eternity
Take now my hand; it means I want you near
Take now my heart; I give it, full and free
Take now my kiss, and give me one, my dear!
We’ve filled our hearts with promises, divine
Now I am yours, and Wendy, you are mine.

On our wedding at Leesylvania State Park,
overlooking the water of the Potomac River
in Prince William County, Virginia

This is the tune I am working into this sonnet:
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How blessed are the quatrains when they rise
How blessed are the couplets as they fall
More blessed are the poets who are wise
Who see allusive words upon their walls
Who light their metaphoric candles, bright
Much more than just a simile; they are
Fulfillment of the law. They do what’s right
They celebrate the small, sonnettic star
Don’t relegate the iambs to the dust
They need the cleansing water of your tears
Before you walk the second mile, you must
Divest yourself of all un-godly fears
To him that knocketh, doors are opened wide
Compose the songs of muses there, inside.

I’m just a seed; I want to be a tree
I want the sun to kiss my first green leaf
The earth is where I want my feet to be
If life is growth, I hope it isn’t brief!
But if you need my warmth, come cut me down
I grow to give the world my sacred gifts
The earth may touch my roots, the sky, my crown
I know with warmth, the lowest spirit lifts
I want to be a tree to give you shade
I want to give the world a breath of peace
I know you know it’s how your air is made
I know my warmth is mine to give, release
But first, I know my planting is a need
To be a tree of love; I’m just a seed!

The sunrise is how Day forgives the Night
Although she knows he’ll be forever dark
She freely gives her gifts of warmth and light
“Forgiveness is divine!” warmed hearts remark
She dissipates his darkness to reveal
That Love which her forgiveness cannot hide
Her Love, which helps the darkest night to heal
With light and warmth, forever to abide
The apex of each brilliant day begins
When we forgive ourselves and others too!
The same way which our god forgives our sins
They’re washed away, forgotten; we are new!
Like sunrise means a new day has begun
Forgiveness means the darkest times are done!

The warmth of silence wrapped around my soul
Is reverie I bundle deep within
Without the need of freezing, false control
When noise subsides, I feel the warmth begin
I like the sound of water in a stream
I like the sound of wind in leafy trees
But silence is a peaceful, gentle dream
Whose warmth exceeds the wetness of the seas!
It’s easy to be cold, just raise your voice
Or chatter like a chipmunk in the snow
But cold or warm, you have a simple choice
And silent warmth will help your thoughts to grow
Then harvest all your thoughts in quiet grace
And let me feel the warmth of your embrace.

They say the Owen-Spalding route’s exposed
An understatement as, of course, I learned
My prudence and my balls were juxtaposed
I climbed the Grand, and luckily returned
I’ve never been atop a bigger teat
I never knew a teat could be so hard
“Exposed” is quite the metaphor for it!
Her snowy, milky teat is avant-garde!
I understand why mountains are the place
God speaks to man when man’s inclined to hear
Such heights are so conducive to His grace
Exposed or not, there’s nothing there to fear.
To name God’s handiwork a “teat” will do
It isn’t crass, he makes the soft ones too!

Relationships of love are quid pro quo
Unless you don’t want anything from me
This concept isn’t fresh, it’s not nouveau
They thought of it in Rome, where nothing’s free!
A whore is simple, gives her “love” for cash
I’m not a whore, my love is not for sale
Such “love” is just a heap of molding trash
True Love will sprout and grow; it will prevail
My Love is yours, forever and a day
Let’s make that day, today, to start our Love
To Hell with what they thought of anyway
To Hell with what they may be thinking of!
I Love it that we’re more than “what for what”
Our Love is like a door that’s never shut.

For Susanna Hope Ennis

SHE touched my hand; her eyes were smiling bright
I don’t know how SHE knew, but SHE was there
When I was tied to anger, like a kite
I felt a gentle breeze of fragrant air
“She’s not the right one, dad” Susanna breezed
I felt my anger simply float away
And knew her love’s intention had been pleased
SHE said the things Susanna had to say
I love the way my daughter cares for me
I care for my Susanna, and she knows
Beside her is the place I want to be
However hard the wind of changes blows
Susanna comes and with her I’ve been blessed
Susanna knows her mom; SHE knows what’s best.

Deep fantasy is not my native land
But now I’m here; it’s more than just surreal
This isn’t what I ever would have planned
In search of meanings, faith cannot conceal
I doubt the ocean cares if I am here
Within her depth, without a fucking clue
I swim, I float, I never used to fear
But now it seems that’s all that I can do
I never knew I’d be so lost, alone
I never knew I’d never know for sure
The truth of all I thought I’d ever known
I never knew that doubts could be so pure
I’ve been abandoned on this stormy sea
Don’t let me drown in lonely fantasy.