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Breath Beguile – #Sonnet 38

27 Thursday Jul 2017

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Breath Beguile

Breath Beguile the Wordless Thought
Of All I Fear to Never Say,
While Heart, unfettered, Sighs and Stops,
Kneeling in Spirit, Long to Pray.
Beguiled of Art, These Charms you employ,
Sweet Supposition of guilty Pleasure,
But Standing Mute, as Others Enjoy,
Breaking Heart, which Longs for Treasure!
Treasure as Pure as Passing Fair,
Expressed in Sighs, Profound and Long,
Betray How Greatly One Heart Might Care,
Singing together, One Harmonious Song.
Breath Beguile this Unspoken Thought,
Beguiled I Breathe, Uncaptured, yet Caught!

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BnV In Review – Breath Beguile Sonnet 38

19 Saturday Nov 2016

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Breath Beguile

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Breath Beguile the Wordless Thought
Of All I Fear to Never Say,
While Heart, unfettered, Sighs and Stops,
Kneeling in Spirit, Long to Pray.
Beguiled of Art, These Charms you employ,
Sweet Supposition of guilty Pleasure,
But Standing Mute, as Others Enjoy,
Breaking Heart, which Longs for Treasure!
Treasure as Pure as Passing Fair,
Expressed in Sighs, Profound and Long,
Betray How Greatly One Heart Might Care,
Singing together, One Harmonious Song.
Breath Beguile this Unspoken Thought,
Beguiled I Breathe, Uncaptured, yet Caught!

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Beautiful Original Artwork by: fernanda brussi goncalves

Breath Beguile – Sonnet 38

15 Sunday Nov 2015

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Breath Beguile

Breath Beguile the Wordless Thought
Of All I Fear to Never Say,
While Heart, unfettered, Sighs and Stops,
Kneeling in Spirit, Long to Pray.
Beguiled of Art, These Charms you employ,
Sweet Supposition of guilty Pleasure,
But Standing Mute, as Others Enjoy,
Breaking Heart, which Longs for Treasure!
Treasure as Pure as Passing Fair,
Expressed in Sighs, Profound and Long,
Betray How Greatly One Heart Might Care,
Singing together, One Harmonious Song.
Breath Beguile this Unspoken Thought,
Beguiled I Breathe, Uncaptured, yet Caught!

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Beautiful Original Artwork by: fernanda brussi goncalves

Saturday Showcase – The Lark – Happy Valentines Day !

14 Saturday Feb 2015

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The Lark

The Lark upon the Morning Singing,
Would Blush and turn her cheek away,
To See the Love My Heart is Bringing,
Into the Light of Burning Day.
Watching there from her Lofty bough,
In the Ripe green Luxury of Verdant Youth,
Would she Witness my Fervent Vow
Of Blazing Affection, Proclaimed in Truth?
As the Sun Sails o’re in her Crystal Palace,
And Reality Bears mute Litany,
Stand I here, Holding Love’s Golden Chalice,
Testament to my Great Love for Thee!
Yet if the Lark should Sing with Beauteous Peals,
Her Melody would Declare what my Silence conceals.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Elena Dudina

Saturday Showcase – Diadem -Sonnet IV

03 Saturday Jan 2015

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Diadem

Listless Magic Singing within the Gilded Cage,
It’s Golden Bars A-shimmer in Secluded form,
Like Fortune Standing Mute Upon a Stage
While Blind and Deaf Parishioners to it swarm.
Paltry Hangs the Hour of Night in Shade,
It’s Ruddy Glimmer pale and out of Luster,
Like Majestic Dawn Beneath the storm Does fade,
While The Pouting Gales refuse to blow or bluster.
Upon this rusting Diadem, where Blush once Stood,
With Rose Hued Passion A-blaze in Fullest Glory,
Now hangs a cowl most drear, this graying hood,
Mute Testament to Time’s Tempestuous Story.
Yet in the Pallid Eye of this declining Glimmer,
Youth Retains Immortal Breath in Recollection’s Shimmer.

~Morgan~.
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Friday Fantasy – The Youngling – Sonnet 36

02 Friday Jan 2015

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The Youngling

Evening sets on the elder, Dear,
The Tranquil wold soft in Lavender Hues,
As Last Light fades upon the Setting Year,
Memory Whispers and Gently Imbues.
For Upon the Morn, the New Year Rises,
Bright in Mirth and Possibility,
Regrets Forsaken, the Youngling Surprises,
Shimmering Expectation for all to see.
Growing like Fair Gaia, Springing,
Increasing in Beauty as the Elder Fades,
Promise, Like a Herald, Joyfully Ringing,
Blossoming in Bright, Youthful Shades.
Wake, then, with the Triumphal Morn,
Walk Forth in Hope as the New Year is Born.

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Beautiful Original Artwork by Josephine Wall

Tapestry – Sonnet 34

13 Saturday Dec 2014

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Tapestry

The Shape and Majesty of the Luminous Night,
Sings Splendid Vision to my Questing Sight,
Ever Calling to my Longing Gaze,
In Shifting Shadow and Spectral Haze,
While Diamonds Gleam from Distances Immense,
And my Fair Imagination is Drawn Hence,
To Tumble O’re Nebulae and Comet’s Tails,
To Float in Glimmering Silence as it Sails,
Throughout the Heaven’s Vast, Into my Mind,
Conspiring with Eloquence in Vivid Kind,
To Shake and Shimmer in Ebon Tapestry,
Where All Creation Dances in Glorious Soliloquy,
Until Time Itself Unravels, Until Eternity Unwinds,
Lifting from this Heathen Murk, Paradise, At Last, To Find.
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~Morgan~
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Contemplation- Sonnet VIII

08 Monday Dec 2014

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Contemplation

When Longing Keeps my eyes Awake by Night,
And Yearning Makes sleep false By Blushing Day,
What Else Might I Enact that Might Seem Right,
To Subsist Through Aching Hours, But to Pray?
What Heavy Moments Cheating me of Rest!
What Tiring Instance Slumbers with Brazen Time,
To Conspire with this Pining in my Breast,
And, Discordant, makes the clock’s Jubilant Chime.
While All Else Sleep, Gaze I, Sullen, at the Moon,
My Dreams Perplexed by Hunger, Never Tiring,
Wondering if Time shall ever Meet Love’s Swoon?
To Eros’s Passion Our Flesh Ever Aspiring?
This Single Question Keeps my Body Waking,
This Contemplation, Ever, My Heart Breaking.

~Morgan~
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Saturday Showcase – Nothing is Lost- Sonnet XXVIII

29 Saturday Nov 2014

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Nothing is Lost_danchristopher

Encompass All my Thoughts in twists of Heaven
And Rain upon this Life with Blessings Pure,
For As Blessings from Your Grace, through my hand, Leaven,
From this Foundation Pouring, Endless and Sure.
Though mortal Sight can conjure Art and wit contrive,
This Purpose to Fulfill my weakened state,
As with my weakness, through Your Blessings, Strive
To Touch the Heart of anguish, guilt or hate.
For by this Mercy Pouring from Your Gentle Hand,
Through this poor vessel, cracked and desperate frayed,
When such can Share such Wealth to Comprehend,
Nothing is lost when losing might Find those strayed.
Thus Stand upon these Words and Beauty Spilling,
Your Blessing to Display, this Vessel Ever Filling.

~Morgan~

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Thy Splendor – Sonnet 33

27 Thursday Nov 2014

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Thy Splendor

An Ode to Thee would Shine in Splendid Language,
If Language were as Splendid as Thou Art,
But failing to Catch the Splendor of Thy Visage,
I Shall Stay my hand from making the feeble start.
For when those words profane Thy Beauty’s Splendor,
And cast a shadow to Thy Splendid Name,
Cursed be the Hand that wrote such vile stanzas,
For words could Thy Splendor Never Tame.
Yet if such Splendor could in mere words be Praised,
And Given Illustrious Glimmer by my Hand,
Then let this Heart filled with Thy Splendor’s Virtue
Be over Zealous in writing, Profuse and Grand.
Thy Splendor’s Might is All This Heart Does Know
And All by feeble Attempt, This Hand to Show.

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~Morgan~
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OctPoWriMo – Ethereal Galleon

16 Thursday Oct 2014

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Ethereal Galleon

Starlight Sails like an
Ethereal Galleon,
Riding the Waves on the
Ebon Night,
Chasing my Dreams
Through the Glistening Spangle,
Cresting the Waves of
Lavender Twilight.
Rocking in my Imagination,
Gentle Apparition Sailing,
Reciting Sonnets To the
Open Heavens,
My Questing Spirit
Ever Regaling.
Silhouette of Solicitude,
Paint Your way Across the Sky,
While the Serenading Moon
Weaves and Smiles,
With A Seraphic
Tranquil Sigh.

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OCTPO

~Morgan~

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Honeyed Lips – Sonnet 32

04 Thursday Sep 2014

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Honeyed Lips

When All Others have, in Passion, made their Plight,
And Songs of Praise and Adoration, Bending,
Shall Cast their lot adrift with blinded sight,
My Love Holds Fast, through words forgotten, Sending.
Where Vast arrays of Gazes Greet Your Day,
And Promises of Perplexity Beguile,
While Honeyed-lips do Mouth oaths like Darling May,
My Love Waits Softly, with Quietus Smile.
Yet, if Your Stunning Gaze should Seek for More
Than Fallacy and Avarice might richly Plunder,
Perchance, these words that Tenderly Implore
Shall scatter lies like broken glass, asunder.
While Memory betwixt Us Sings her Tune,
To these False Pawns Your Heart Shall Beat, Immune.

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Friday Fantasy – Gossamer Webs – Sonnet 31

18 Friday Jul 2014

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Gossamer Webs

When Colours Speak in mortal Visage Tender,

Like Blushing Blossoms new on Fairest Spring,

The Lightest Smile of Grace would, Willing, render

All the Mercies of Thy Song to, Endless, Sing.

In Spirals Bright as Palest Morn upon yon Waking Hill,

And Timid Blush that warms the Maiden Cheek,

Thy Beauty dost Inhibit and dost Thrill,

While I, in Wonder Bound, Thy Smile Seek.

Thy hapless Dance of Earliest Season Greet,

As Golden Shimmers from the Crowned Sky do Fall,

Yet I would Abide, Delighted, at Thy Feet,

And Compass All my World In Thy Fair Hall,

But Spring does Fade as Beauty with its Ebbs,

And Tawny Autumn Comes too soon with Gossamer Webs.

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~Morgan~
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Emeraldine Harmony – Sonnet 30

20 Friday Jun 2014

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Emeraldine Harmony

Emeraldine Fire in the shadows, pale and cold,
Glistening Enchantment beneath the Canopy of Old,
Disperse thy Mortal Visage within the Verdant foliage,
Enigmatic Harmony of Wisdom sharp and Sage.
Deep in the caverns of Viridian Mystery,
Unfettered from the Bindings of treacherous Reality,
Sings the Jaden Master of Melodious Intent,
Swathed in Leafy hues and Golden Sunlight, poorly spent.
Vast beyond the traces of terrestrial Imagining,
Magnificent in Vision when Upon thy Outstretched Wing,
Burn Immortal Unity into supple Heart and Mind,
That we, derivative Souls, might Live in Harmonious kind.
Yet, Fire Ever Burning in the Emeraldine Abyss,
Potent let thy Provocation be, lest we Wander long Amiss.

~Morgan~
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With Bated Breath – Sonnet II

10 Tuesday Jun 2014

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With Bated Breath

With Love my Heart does Blazing Burn,
With Rapturous Sighing, Sweet and Free;
With Hunger known to starving men, I yearn
For Your Sweet Love, Like Matchless Divinity.
With Chaos my Spirit does weakly Sigh,
With Calamity of Thought, most Unsettled,
A Parody of Action, All this Intellect Tries,
Ungainly and Unheralded this mettle.
For Only with Your Hand in Mine, Perfection
Walking beside me in this Solemn Hour,
Like Passion Blooming in poor Jaded Distraction,
While all the world, Lamenting, does turn sour.
Yet in this Shining Place of Reverie,
I Wait with Bated Breath, ‘Til You’re with Me.

~Morgan~
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