“We sleep soundly in
our beds because rough men stand
ready in the night
“to visit vio-
-lence on those who would do us
harm.” – Winston Churchill
Tag Archives: Insight
Sonnet II: The Devoted
So fine are ye who hold the line unsung
By any but those proud few men who know–
By virtue of their own devotion; though
They boast not how they crossed an ocean; young;
An age at which so few would broach, among
Themselves, such grave and worldly things; who show
The world, by deeds, that matters which bestow
Such life! such death! affairs of kings! who slung,
So rife with breath, together, tales told
And sung, and written down, with reverence;
Who know the price which, sometimes, must be paid;
Who, though as any, fear malevolence,
Dare throw down tyrants, numbering untold;
Who pay with blood–the sum that freedom weighed.
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Intro 2: Nothing
Nothing I can say
Nothing that I can conceive
Can express my thanks
Nothing will ever
Be enough to help them feel
My esteem for them.
Sonnet I: The Beat of the Drum
I’ll answer every call, Though I know I
Might die quickly; yet answer will I still.
While knowing I could fall, and although I
Might be sickly; yet answer them I will.
Even if I am alone, I’ll answer
With conviction; nor even hesitate.
‘Til our tyrants’ overthrown, no plans or
Dereliction, will keep me from their gate.
If we are in chains, and none are free, for
Life is empty, I’ll even fight my kin.
Doubtless, ’til remains, upon the sea or
Land, of them, we have scattered to the wind.
Free, is this, my land; joined, but not by chains;
‘Til no man can stand; ’til no man remains.
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Intro 1: The Kind of Tattoo I Don’t Mind
This is what was true,
In that moment when I knew:
I knew I would go;
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Sonnet: The Evolution Of…
Things in life evolve. I, now uncaught on
Detail, resolve that haiku, when planned more
Strictly, will not break a single thought on
Separate lines. On the other hand, for
Sonnets, great shrines more strict, more pursuing
Sound; the stricture of both could recombine
With pressure when mixed together. Doing
Round numbers of haiku, would misalign
Within a sonnet. It makes me sigh, too;
For, on my honour, I’d cry if that myth
Were true. Instead, there must be eight haiku
To see it through; and then I combat with
Four pale sounds. And its sextet, for a
Tail, sports “etcetera, etcetera.”
Intro: Evolution
Things in life evolve
I, now uncaught on detail,
resolve that haiku,
when planned more strictly,
will not break a single thought
on separate lines.
On the other hand,
for sonnets, great shrines more strict,
more pursuing sound;
the stricture of both
could recombine with pressure
when mixed together.
Doing round numbers
of haiku, would misalign
within a sonnet.
It makes me sigh, too;
for, on my honour, I’d cry
if that myth were true.
Instead, there must be
eight haiku to see it through;
and then I combat
with four pale sounds.
And its sextet, for a tail,
sports “etcetera,
“etcetera.”
David Emeron: Sonnets 