Sonnet: His Nightingale Woman

My Love hath wings–slender, feathered things–
With grace in upswept curve and tapered tip.
My Love doth soar–swiftly to adore–
So twisting ever toward, and graceful skip.

So danceth She–round and round to thee–
Enrapt to bring us care, to bind us kept.
My Love doth know–thou, my love, bestow–
Thine Own, as did He dance and graceful stept.

For now as wed… They–Our Love hath said–
Would bear us hence anon as spectral ships;
So lovely They–so lighted, Their display–
T’would ere illuminate our Earthly trips.

And lovely, we–Love and I, and thee–
Take flight, as once I tasted first thy lips.

  • For Gene Roddenberry:
    And, to his memory;
    Who, in all probability,
    And, so very long ago,
    Penned the first two lines.

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Intro: Gene Roddenberry

Have now

I gone

To where

Before

No man

Hath gone

Rest thou

G R

In peace

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To merge, or not to merge:

Now that the long trip has ended, I wonder if to some degree it would make more sense to merge this blog with the main blog–the one with all the sonnets.  On the one hand, I do like the starkness of the simpler blog with nothing but poetry.  But…  then again. it might be easier to keep everything organised if all the entries were intermingled.

I have not yet decided.  I think I will leave it all alone for now, however…   Perhaps, I shall put more explanatory entries along with the short introductions using the “<more>” tag.  This makes some kind of sense in that then the site retains its stark appearance while adding a tiny “click for more” style of link.  Think of it as being “under the fold” as in the old newspaper parlance.  It would most definitely make for easier management of such things if I choose, for example, to move things around.

On that note, I have, indeed, decided to move some things around.   I have learned from this last six months of blogging that (while still far from claiming expertise) it is better that any entries should appear on or after the day in which they appear.  The reason for this is that older entries even if freshly entered (in the manner of ‘backfilling’ as I have termed it) will seldom be read.  And, while it is not my primary concern…  still…   one wishes that those who might actually have some interest in an article or entry should have a fighting chance to happen upon it.  The way wordpress works, it is much more likely that such a person will see a current entry–or even be referred to it by a completely anonymous “like click.”  The act of clicking the like button on the entries of anyone we follow is a sort of phenomenon on wordpress, and it does truly lead to people who might actually like something to be more likely to find it.

So we all do it.  marxists, anarcho-capitalists, individualists, collectivists, everyone in between, and on every other spectrum as well do we do it, whether artistic, economic, philosophic, etc.  For this reason alone, it is worthwhile to use some form of “front-filling” let us say, rather than back filling, if we, as do I, have a pledge to write whatever kind of entry every day.   I have found backfilling to be less than satisfactory; and, early on, when accidentally I did some “catching up” by entering my latest sonnet on the day and hour I had written it, and then continuing to do that and subsequently moving the (slightly) older one back a day (and so on, as I wrote them) I found that such work as I posted was more happened upon, and consequently, more appreciated by those individuals as might be wont to do so.

This is why I shall change somewhat the way in which I do my “catching up.”  And perhaps, I should refer to it as “catching down?”  This would go well with the concept of “front-filling” as opposed to “back-filling.”

In any case, I am undecided what to do with this blog until then.  But I have resolved to include any analysis I may offer on the other side of the fold of my notoriously short and cryptic introductions.

I should now proceed to edit this entry.  But I think I am not going to do so just now.  No.  I think I shall do such correction after I become an object of derision rather than trying to head it off.

Sonnet: The Third Law

When breaks the dawn again affirming day,
This iridescent treasure, doth the sun,
Come supplely spreading visions, doth the one
Who made it known in every spreading ray;

When, just as day began, its noble way
Can never be impeded. Neither shun,
That life itself hath once again begun;
That never will its paradox delay.

The measure of a a man shall always be
His motion, or determinicity;
His ever ready willingness, to shine
As will he, ever happiness to find.
For such is life, as such is ever light,
That finds its final triumph in the night.

Sonnet: Kanaka

How Black, the hottest fires of Hell must burn;
So Hot, this Blackened Hell, must be its fires.
The spit on which impurity doth turn,
Would sear the flesh impurity requires.
Beyond repentance, punishment doth earn;
Yet ever, to impurity aspires.

So Hot the Sweetest Love, do we deny;
How Sweet, this Burning Love of ours, its taste,
Impurity were beckoned in thereby
To desecrate this altar we disgraced;
And cast away its sanctity, defy
This gift, as Heaven, each to us, hath graced.

How Sweet the Sin, which Strongly us befell
How Strong the Death which Blackened us… to Hell.

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