Sonnet #24

Sand grains cling in mysterious patterns
On thin canvassed thighs, whose symbols portray
Reflecting, hidden meanings which betray
My most amorous thoughts. Firm hip that turns
Toward the sea flinging motifs away
To dance on foamy shores for brief moments
Before sinking. Although the sea torments
Poetic vision as the end of day
Darkens memory of lyric themes, hints
At annihilation. This poet knows
the cruel eraser of time will dispose
of chattering voices. No permanence
Assured. I rearrange grainy verse lines
Over which an eternal bright sun shines.

Sonnet #23

Sand grains cling in mysterious patterns
On thin canvassed thighs, whose symbols portray
Reflecting, hidden meanings which betray
My most amorous thoughts. Firm hip that turns
Toward the sea flinging motifs away
To dance on foamy shores for brief moments
Before sinking. Although the sea torments
Poetic vision as the end of day
Darkens memory of lyric themes, hints
At annihilation. This poet knows
the cruel eraser of time will dispose
of chattering voices. No permanence
Assured. I rearrange grainy verse lines
Over which an eternal bright sun shines.

Sonnet #22

Rail thin compass limbs cross unwillingly
Triangulating perception toward
Tender narrow spaces. Ample mounds part
In shadowed depth, teetering anxiously
High above cobbled streets. Rock hard fairly
Rises in monolithic support. Shard
Of apathy stabs into softened heart
Bearing brunt of heavy metal, slowly
Sinking. Can such magnetism repulse
Wrought iron rods inserting their hooded
Convert? Repelling thrusts have no recourse
But to stand in relief, bearing the false
Matter that doesn’t matter, not rooted
In soil, but clear skies. Seeds find no purchase.

Sonnet #21

Although your beauty remains unquestioned
I ask what benefit the herd redeems
By viewing your lofty legs reclined
In brazen relief for all? Naked beams
Of light filter across your silken sheets
Focusing the smooth undulations of
your treasured silhouette. What heroic feats
may I attempt to win your proud heart’s love?
No scaled monsters exist to prove one’s might.
Only crusades in far swarthy deserts
Provide opportunities for fights
Sev'ring nappy heads on platters. Efforts
of this manner may reach your dimensions.
But will bring only dishonoring conditions.

Sonnet #20

Shakespeare wrote sonnets to a lady dark
Taunting his love and coldly refusing
His eloquent longing. Still, I’ll embark
On a congruent task of enthusing
Over ice queens parading above me
As I struggle in heated battle with
Twining lines of convulsing snakes busy
Escaping being pinned to paper myths.
Revering women is a poet’s job
Not fit for muscle. I employ matter
Gray with long nights far from teeming mobs
Marching off cliffs. Cattle go to slaughter
Ignorantly, but I’ll meet impending
Annihilation, perfection chasing.

Sonnet #19

Once pruned plants shaded God’s sculptured garden,
Burbling water flowed through a channel
Sang simple songs in my earthly Eden.
Then came blasting bombs of the infidel
Shredding walls, raining bricks. My poor village
Sliced and diced, hewn by loud shrieking shrapnel
Which disregards collateral damage
For noble causes: pious, mighty claims
Of peaceful harmony, a dawning age
Ushered in. Standing before my door of shame
I’m centered by a camera lens driven
To subvert order with a balanced frame.
Gods of chaos make no hell or heaven.
What is possible we must imagine.

Sonnet #18

Vibrant traffic snakes past my stolid stance
Unaware of perfection’s clear model
Looming above this churning modern dance.
How you remain aloof to the muddle
Of ignorance slopping against pillars
Sustaining your pedestal befuddles
My intellect. Your calm evokes shriller
Sirens to increase their righteous efforts
At orderly propulsion similar
To frightened calls to stampede to resorts
Of false serenity, breaching the ledge
Feigning as restraint, driving the cohorts
Into turbulent seas. I will not dredge
the fathomless for altitude’s knowledge.