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Come Each June ( Sonnets 4)
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Come Each June ( Sonnets 4) |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines 
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Piper At Gates of Dawn If Only For A Week... Sonnet 1 In my mind, a piper dawns and plays his songs to me His tales match mine of woes and loves and thoughts of only thee Painful tunes in need of change that greet me every morn Yet in the nighttime angels share and gather words reborn Weary now, and spiritless, no peace, none can be found Each time I listen for that lilt, a distant calling sound It drifts on by, not meant for me, to ease another's fears As time, it passes, once again and months turn into years Keep reaching high and far and wide from sunrise to its set Wanting words to join my heart and sadness to forget At gates of dawn, I see him there, the piper with his eyes Tearing, as he plays for me his tune of loss and lies Gathering strength and moving forth, from desolate must seek A place to stay, a place to rest, if only for a week A Heavenly Sound ...Sonnet 2 I feel his every movement as he greets me in the morn His rhythms that I lean to hear when shattered and forlorn Entice me, make me follow him, this piper and his dreams Forever an eternity, been searching, so it seems He flies me to a galaxy where twinkling lights adorn Their glowing barely touches me, yet golden I have worn Angelic faced I do become, in perfect harmony When e're the piper's spirits fly, I rise, in memory And float the heavens in my mind, the wars have all been won Without a care, defeat is naught, am aiming for the sun The shine and warmth in need of now, to soothe the scars to heal Tomorrow brings the best to come, and with it love, I feel And when the dawn appears this next, I'll stand upon this ground Look up to see the angels fly, full of this heav'nly sound The Piper's Wish...Sonnet 3 The power of each night reserved with dreams, tomorrow's reels Allows the rise of words to lips, in thoughts of tender feels When moments reach the piper's draw, each pull "Come closer, near" He greets me in the dawning love, erasing all the fear I hear his tunes so deftly played, soft sounds in which to sink Submerged am I, in fill of loss, the thirst of need to drink Though reign of rain is seasoned now to cloak me in its hold It 'tis the look from oceaned eyes caressing hurts of old Pretense the past, forlorned of once, this heart begins its play Joining in the piper's wish, his tunes lighthearted say The full of moon, last evening's view brought hopes and dreams to rise Shadows flickered "whispered touch" to night sleep hypnotise Wrapping in its golden warmth, before the wane of time The piper at the gates of dawn, awaits each morning rhyme. Come Each June ...Sonnet 4 Now haunted by serenity of days when held in hand The touch of Piper's thoughts in rhyme throw morning's movement's planned Into a search to look upon an opening of gate To fill the wishes played in heart, to in the real create What holds this mind in limbo's grasp to reign a forward role And light the light that often dims when morning breaks night's stroll From dreams I've dreamt when mind allows his voice to reach my side In shadows of a summer love that once was not denied It's in his hands, the Piper's hold, to cross the road of then Bringing forth the gentleness to dawn upon again He reaches from eternity to navigate the skies A journey once of long ago that brought these tears to eyes And so this moment greets the day to echo thoughts in tune Of when the gates of Piper's reign are opened, come each June. M ( sonnets 3 from 2000) sonnet 4 added 6/27/2010) "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." (Will Moss) [This message has been edited by nakdthoughts (06-27-2010 07:44 AM).] |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Well done, enjoyed. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Thanks PG, thought maybe an older poem would inspire me today  M |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
Sonnets most fine! I am especially fond of the line: "The piper at the gates of dawn, awaits each morning rhyme." MUCH sustained applause for this 'penning' ! |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
That was gorgeous Maureen, I especially loved the last one! Your talent never ceases to amaze me! Richard xx |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I often read old poems to try to get inspiration but that doesn't seem like me anymore. Hey, this poem might be a famous one for you M...written over years, set in time. And? keep listening to that music to relax. It does a soul good.  |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
OMG~ Stunning~ |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Maureen - nicely done, very well conveyed. Always did like your writings... BC |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
A most emotive and captivating write! I can't help but think though that the role of the Piper is to merely play the tune and if we dance, well, perhaps we dance alone. Enjoyed! Helen |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
loved it |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Very nice...you must have put lots of time and effort into these...James |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very beautiful, Maureen! |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
I am reminded of the first time I read your work. Your poetry is emotional, it is full of rhyme and rhythm and a beautiful heart, so tender and true and full a very special kind of grace. Many hugs to you, Maureen.... and happy belated birthday too. |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
You have done yourself proud with these wonderful sonnets Maureen, a joy to read. I loved them. Lindsay |
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