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Author Archives: David Emeron
Sonnet: Lost
May I explain the longing in my heart
That now perfects my quite imperfect life?
A time deceptively devoid of strife,
It doth not oft betray its lack of Art
Nor lack of thee. I crave that sweetest part
Thou play”st with me–exuberantly rife
With all its charms–that sweetest touch, the fife
Who’s delicacy is thy voice… and Heart….
And eyes… what odes could be composed ‘pon thine.
And how do I contain them to a line
Or two of such an insufficient length?
I’ll write they speak of sorrow and of strength.
Conveying all the beauty of the world.
Betraying all the beauty of a girl….
Intro: What I Say
What can I say, really…
I’m a hopeless romantic.
That will never change.
Longing thus for thee
Is ever more sweet than bliss
From any other.
Sonnet: Emblazoned
How radiant you were when you believed
That I would, in my innocence, remain
The same untouched, beloved child and gain
A balance none but you could have achieved.
How Beautiful you were when you were wrong.
What did you love in that reluctant child?
Perhaps you saw his brilliance or his wild
Emblazoned soul which you believed was strong.
I pitied you the moment when you knew
That there, before you, stood no tower of strength,
But just a fragile, though artistic child.
I pitied you the burning love which you
Incessantly embraced; and though at length,
A shroud to grace, you chose to live awhile.
Intro: Unless
More sad I was then;
no words, unless sad ones came;
if I had but known….
Sonnet: Busy
Can I look, can I listen, can I speak?
Can I stop, can I walk, or can I run?
Can I fetch, can I put, or am I done?
Can I drop, can I gather, may I seek?
Will I lead, will I later, will I sneak?
Will I first, will I last, or will I shun?
Will I few, will I lots, or have I none?
Will I feed, will I wallow, am I bleak?
Must I find, must I forfeit, must I do?
Must I know, must I guess, or must I now?
Must I brave, must I cower, should I bow?
Must I glow, must I grimace, am I blue?
If I may, am I dower, did I stray?
Can I pray, for more hours, in the day?
Intro: Hurry up!
We all feel harried
in our lives from time to time.
It’s not all that bad.
David Emeron: Sonnets 