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Perfect Bliss

               Perfect Bliss Love brings divinities immortal bliss. Eternity of loving only they Can have as they can live from kiss to kiss In never ending sequence.  Groaning, they In pleasure with each lengthy meeting of Their lips, ten thousand eons lingering...

The Moon and Venus

          The Moon and Venus Our moon, a giant sphere of rock, shines scarred And pocked against the darkness all around Its front.  The craters are sickness and marred Complexion. Boulders as pimples abound. The rest is dust. The planet Venus shines, A beacon from...

Romantic Love

          Romantic Love Is love a noble thing—a transforming Attainment of the higher soul and mind— Or is it an Egyptian plague, a swarming Of gnawing locust mouth parts?  Is it blind Like Homer and as full of epic lines, Of epic similes but written out In sizzling...

The Last Rose of Winter

The Last Rose of Winter … November  presses on in coldness, wind And cruel light exposing death around The garden.  Life and beauty have been skinned, The greens and pinks and whitest petals browned To desolation, but one bush holds out. It holds up high its...

To Everything There is a Season

There are two versions of this sonnet below.  The gender  of the lover is male in one and female in the other.  Enjoy your pick. To Everything There is a Season With April in his eyes he came to me. They had a springtime certainty and wet With hope they came with...

When I Wake Up, I am Absent from Thee

      When I Wake Up,   I am Absent from Thee   ‘As ye are partakers of the sufferings, so shall ye be also of the consolation.’     2 Corinthians 1:7 Two continents and long tides far away You live alone now and we sleep apart. The beauties of my high spec life hold...