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Sonnet I: That which Sings

Originally posted on David Emeron: Sonnets:
I sing to thee of winter’s rain, my sweet; I sing of hours spent and hours kept; Of all the dreams beneath this rain, we’ve slept; For all the time I’ve held thy head,…

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Sonnet VI: Her Call

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I hear the rain; she calleth as she did So many years ago. But now I can Not heed this pain. She claimed me as her man; No longer is it so. Thus am…

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The Triumph of Bullshit – by TS Eliot

I refrain from profanity in my communication, either written or verbal. It weakens the argument, lowers the status and tramples the elegance of communication. In the last post, I somehow used one: “bullshittery”. And then I wondered on the origins … Continue reading

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Sonnet II: To Ease thy Longing

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The way of this elixir is its balm, So gentle; that, with artistry, would’ see My mind and heart, my very soul, becalm; As well it would, my sweetest love, for thee. So gently…

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Sonnet II

But a passing picosecond in the clock of time flowing. But a miniscule spot in the infinite space all around. But a drop of water in ocean of life not so glowing. But a toy in a maze and moving … Continue reading

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