A Decade-Less-One Collection of Meaningless Feelings (standard:poetry, 926 words)
Author: Alexandre Schulenkov	Added: Jan 14 2001	Views/Reads: 3918/2346	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
9 Sonnets I wrote over a 3 month span during which I experienced very many emotions and feelings.

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With hotly felt passion deepening burn. 

My epitaph shan't be my name alone, 

Thine happiness shall sweetly crown my life; 

I be with thee all my days.  Loving moan 

To be all yours, to have all thee, my wife. 

All this, our happiness, will never spot, 

This remember'd, and this never forgot. 

IV 

Remain! Yet gentle still the winds doth blow; 

Sailing empty halls they call me onwards. 

A fate, if I accept, they shall bestow. 

Onwards, onwards, journey forwards, upwards. 

Low whispering warns, oracular sage; 

Tragedy sinks suns, melancholia; 

For such dark depths become my crown of thorns. 

Rescue from such, demands something extra. 

One love, true love, aye, love such a woman, 

Who brings warmth to cold, succour to hunger, 

Aid to him whose life is too much burden, 

A lifetime worth, for love ages younger 

When salvation doth save thee.  I accept 

True love.  A life worth, demands to be kept. 

V 

Seen only through hazy and heavy air, 

Acrid, ash-fill'd pulsing waves repeating. 

Atmosphere by cinder'd oppresséd flare 

Do produceth tear and lungéd wrenching. 

The sound, baffling blaring roars, screaming loud, 

Exhumes the airy breath from body; smoke, 

Obscuring light, the fiery orb's shroud; 

Near-hellish heat, darkness in muffled cloak. 

Fierce heat, roaring high, beastily it grows. 

Consuming, yet, nothing behind it leaves; 

It burns, and burns, all and nothing oppose. 

Lonely, it scalds its only home and grieves. 

Inextinguishable fire-born coal, 

Unnevering fire, it is the soul. 

VI 

She, to preparéd place in the choir, 

They clapp'd their hands and cried, thou must confess, 

Unless thee be an infinite liar, 

The music that is round 'bout us does bless. 

She appears as Eastern queen on howdah, 

Her face blowséd with paint of all passion. 

Might be wife of some high honour'd pasha. 

Cloth'd in the very report of fashion, 

Men seeking her, words they much accoutre. 

In plentious demand, charm overly 

Applied, she doth doff her many suitor. 

She wants her knight to come; hope fades dimly, 

Sinking beyond horizon; hope survived 

'till he she never expected arrived. 

VII 

If I indeed were a knight when we met, 

And thee damosel with countenance fair, 

It was I in distress not thee, and yet 

In all that time thou foundest way to care. 

The key to life is to find love in hate, 

Pleasure in pain, plenty in dearth, knowledge 

In ignorance, even if bliss, find fate 

as lun'ry age sages acknowledge				 * slurr lunary into two syllables 

Perplexed by the labyrinthal mind. 

The enigma far more to those closer 

Than those far with impressions maligned,			* -ion two syllables 

Those who wish of fate they were composer. 

It is the happenings of fate and life, 

A continuous battle and fight of strife. 

VIII 

A wind bitterly blowing, sleet building 

In drifts and pure white snow falling in waves; 

Fire's light and warmth cheerfully gilding 

On walls of abode from winter it saves. 

Wind, bitter and repressive in extreme; 

Icy harshness, intemperate foreboding. 

Within the home safe from weather dream 

The young, while zephyrs still outside gloating. 

Beasts of air and ground seeketh refuge 

'Gainst bluster that is the hammer of troll 

Roman when in such force to harm; deluge 

Snowy and cold, filling crevice and hole 

The white menace melts and the gusts recede, 

Banish'd winter, it doth for now concede. 

IX 

From a far and bankèd shoal of time, 

A ship puts to sail with but one goal. 

It swiftly flits and darts upon the seaways prime, 

Always vigilant, watchful its self-containèd soul. 

In tempest tossèd, foamèd seas never weary, 

The sails flagging and important speed lagging, 

It knows it must not at all, never tarry, 

For hopes and dreams never sagging. 

The restless wind beating headlong against the ship, 

Journey progresses and time seems yet to speed. 

No wind, current, or order given, can yet overpower grip 

The ship onto journeys end.  With no necessary plead, 

Putting into port at destination home, final destiny reachèd, 

Captain flies to his lover's arms from landing boat beachèd.


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