(sonnet # MMMMMMMMDCCCXXVI)
When pink is virgin blushes on the pale
East edge of earth, find secrets elsewise hence
Kept hid, the twisted tale of folks' defense
As their beliefs unroll not that detail
I'd sought outright, yet which I now avail
Me of, by chance is it? the gods they thence
Pray to each dawn, which grant their days fr'intents
To flourish, ones I don't acknowledge bail.
Rebirth outside of Jesus Christ is poor,
And I dared knock that, as it is untrue.
The choc'late truffle left untouched in tour
I do not want now. Why the worst men woo
Shall not be told herein. Oh LORD, bestir
Thy tender mercies; save me: I need You.
14Aug24
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Wow! So classical and the meter that runs through this piece that deserves greater attention than a single read. Lovely wording so carefully chosen. A really great write.
Thank you very much!
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Really love this piece I sent a loon on this poems commentd
Yay! Thank you so VERY much!
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