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Sonnet To The Autumn

The colours of the autumn hither fall
In oranges and reds and rusty browns
A bronzed array about with lost recall
Of greener days now past; leaves on the grounds
Where harvest fruits are reaped and gathered in
Amidst the fiery flames tumbling from trees
To carpet the cold earth with autumn skin
The smoke of bonfires hanging on the breeze
Yet lasting memories of the summer past
Not burnt in embers of the fall-time fire
Will soon give in to winter coming fast
Where frost and snow and icicles aspire
     Meantime the rustling autumn days hold tight
     Abundant and such splendid copper sight

Beautiful fall day!

Beautiful fall day! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A Poetry Riddle

“I have five feet!”
“Five feet you say?”
“Why do you three more
Than me for I have only two
That get me through my day?”

“I have five feet
A beating heart
A pulse that pumps in time
A rhythm that just rocks my feet
To tap the ‘di-dum’ rhyme”

“Now I’m confused”
I say to you
“I’m baffled and perplexed
What thing with feet has more than two
That speaks? Whatever next?”

A Poetry Riddle

Sonnet To Will Shakespeare

So trying something a little different especially for children, but hopefully adults can enjoy this as well.

Sonnet To Year Sixes

I look back on my school days happily
The friends I’ve made and all those hours of fun
Like fab times that are in my memory
Shining brightly like rays from a hot sun
That sparkle like the stars up in the sky
All fresh and good like grass so verdant green
That fly so free on wings of bird up high
The best days of my life that there have been
And yet now I must say a sad farewell
And move to a new school further away
To make more friends and hear a fresh class bell
As new beginnings open up each day
       Yet still I will have learnt so much from here
       As now I step into my seventh year

English: colourful sunset. knysna, south afric...

English: colourful sunset. knysna, south africa. slightly photoshopped to enhance the colours. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sonnet To An English Sunday Afternoon

Relaxing on a Sunday afternoon
In garden chair on lawn with glass in hand
Under a sky so blue that seems in tune
With siestas being taken cross the land
Where time stands still and sleep creeps up to bid
Each languisher the rest that they deserve
And slowly close and seal heavy eye lid
With sips of chardonnay from wine reserve
Yet clouds blow in from far flown eastern shore
A breeze besets the garden’s sultry bliss
Chilled wine sojourns and can be poured no more
Instead a cup of tea cross lips does kiss
       For Sunday afternoon is but a dream
       But not always as warm as it might seem

English: The Victorian garden, Burnby Hall, Po...

English: The Victorian garden, Burnby Hall, Pocklington The Balk, Pocklington, YO42 2QF. The lake in the gardens has more than 80 lily cultivars and houses the National Collection of water lilies. Sunday afternoon band concerts in the Summer. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sonnet to Venice

Venice; the Queen of Adriatic Sea
Who lies amidst the halcyon lagoon
In patchwork of canal’s antiquity
As star beneath the sapphire sky and moon
Like diamond set in royal diadem
Venetian crown that shimmers very bright
With gondolas encased in crystal gem
The jewel that shines in the celestial night
Yet Bridge of Sighs yearns softly and may weep
To spill a million tears into the stream
And fill the moonlit bay and rivers deep
As sorrow whispers move Venetian dream
       Still city calls and beckons magically
       To those who are bewitched by her beauty

The Grand Canal, Venice

The Grand Canal, Venice (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sonnet To The Bard

Shakespeare, poetic prince with priceless crown
From age that’s gone yet still imprints on me
The bard, the playwright, son of Stratford town
Words eloquent for all eternity
Where time has no beginning and no end
The alpha and omega of such verse
That goes before to now so greatly penned
Across the literal sea and universe
But not esteemed throughout his own short life
That spanned just five decades and then two years
A man who countered academic strife
Yet now as national poet is revered
       Still ghost of Shakespeare haunts the world’s huge stage
       As man with many parts survives the age

This was long thought to be the only portrait ...

This was long thought to be the only portrait of William Shakespeare that had any claim to have been painted from life, until another possible life portrait, the Cobbe portrait, was revealed in 2009. The portrait is known as the ‘Chandos portrait’ after a previous owner, James Brydges, 1st Duke of Chandos. It was the first portrait to be acquired by the National Portrait Gallery in 1856. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sonnet To A New Day

The muted light of dawn awakes and sees
The crisp and fresh air bite at jack frosts feet
Where dew drops freeze upon the verdant trees
And mist rolls lonely down the silent street
Where birdsong breaks the curfew from the night
Where sun arises slowly in the east
The world appears in early morning light
A new morn heralds in the daytime feast
Yet still a slumber holds across the land
Cocooned in comfort quietly in each bed
Where souls of men are bathed in torpor’s sand
In dreams that play throughout their sleepy head
And so as sunrise brings the night to end
The hope of a new day on earth transcends

Painted Sand: Pre-Dawn Colors on Mesquite Dune...

Painted Sand: Pre-Dawn Colors on Mesquite Dunes, Death Valley (Photo credit: Daniel Peckham)

Sonnet To Infinite Love

Love heralds in the sun, the stars, the moon
The universe beyond and milky way
The essence of the sea it does festoon
Love’s ocean depths and mountain’s height display
With radiance ablaze in its pure light
Love’s hope embracing planetary zeal
Unchanging, constant, sure and ever bright
It harnesses, protects. Love is the deal
And yet it is has no limits, will not wait
Cannot be summoned or called in at will
Love is not bound in fear or found in hate
Nor held a hostage tethered or kept still
       For love a force that is forever free
       Extends beyond; goes past infinity

Sonnet to Infinite Love