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The Spectre

Softened shadows follow me
between the temporal poles of light
as dawn is echoed hauntingly,
reflected in this dusk, this night.
Yet heartfelt scent
on whispers lent
does bathe each silent moment spent,
that stands me breathing sparingly
amidst this hallowed fright.

The footsteps in the corridor,
in pensive creaks and strain,
bear the question still once more,
“who’s there?” in feared refrain.
The words once said
drift overhead,
thus beckon moans from one long dead,
that freeze me at the bedroom’s door
in pounding heart and vein.

Long the silence holds me still,
afraid to move or breathe,
as courage seeks to gain my will
and from this frigid posture leave.
Yet curiously held
by what befell
the one who moans beyond death’s knell,
I wait in silent pause until
I hear the voice in heaves.

Tis time immortal spent in haunt,
a penance price, my dues,
to walk here in eternal want
within these dying shoes
that paced the mud
of murder’s blood
spilt in hate and jealous flood,
that left my soul drawn long and gaunt,
repentant in these hues.

Aghast, the spectre stood before
my bloodless shade of face,
bowing to the hallway floor
in anguish o’er the place
where true love died
in faith denied,
where jealous hands had once decried
that love could stand no more
and here fell long to death’s embrace.

He turned to me in whispered tone,
not I, not I, not I”,
then howled “I left her ‘lone!
as fury claimed his eye!
Another’s ire
stole her fire,
for she loved me, he claimed her liar,
so stabbed her to the bone
and left her here to die!

Open mouthed and heart now breaking,
my soul found strength to ask,
“why is it you that must be making
this penance walk and sorrowed task?”
He hung his head
in heartsick dread,
I found him, but I left him dead,
so in that one life’s taking,
I claim my sorrow’s mask.

The echoed dawn gave way to night
as one last step to silence fled,
leaving me with empty fright
and breaking heart for love here bled.
Now evening’s fears
return in tears
as shadowed footsteps count the years,
and I my sorrow fight,
as through each dusk I’m led.


Filed under Perspective, Poetry, True Love

Of Greatness Calling

What follows is a Heroic Crown Sonnet (Sonnet Redouble)
The Heroic Crown sonnet is based on a Crown of Sonnets.

A Crown is a sequence of Sonnets usually addressed to one person and/or concerned with a single theme. Each sonnet explores one aspect of the theme. The last line of the previous is used as the first line of the next. The final line of the final sonnet is the first line of the first sonnet.

The Heroic Sonnet then goes one step further in that it consists of a Crown of Sonnets containing fourteen Sonnets. The fifteenth Sonnet is literally the first lines of the previous fourteen Sonnets.

In the case of this Heroic Crown Sonnet, the structure is of an English Sonnet:
Octet (1st 8 lines) in abab, cdcd
Volta (turn)
Sestet (last 6 lines) in efef, gg

~ please enjoy ~

Of Greatness Calling

Sonnet I – The Seed

Herald kings in knightly squares
where light may shine on youth’s one chance
to leave, to hope and earn such wares
beyond the pale eyed squire’s glance.
Find amidst the people’s crowd
one blue eyed boy, blonde and tan,
whose heart beats strong and sorely loud
with dreams of knighthood as a man.
So be a dream at gate’s parade
where sure his heart must hold him still?
Yet dreams tonight in summer’s glade
grow amid his strength and will,
that from his stars and purpose torn,
where through their very nature, born.


Sonnet II – The Dream

Where through their very nature, born
are dreams that fatten deepest rest
in granting day and work till worn
that character will strengthen best.
At the plow or cutter’s wheel
the hopeful heroes often sum
in misty bouts of strength and steel
as victors stand and maidens come.
Yet here within the toil of day
the spark of dreamer takes its hold,
begs the boy not look away,
tho’ strain runs deep in winter’s cold,
and pleads to dream beyond such cares,
to hold in hand all virtue’s wares.


Sonnet III – Struggle

To hold in hand all virtue’s wares
he scoffs at such inside this fate,
curses that not one star cares
nor grants him more than gifts in hate
that stem from pompous masters,
that coldly leave his scars and burns
that drain his hope in thatch and plasters
within the trades he hates, but learns.
Yet quietly does his courage hide
within the fabric of his heart
that lends acceptance where deride
the work he does in place and part.
For deep within some spark is born,
yet for truth might still be torn.


Sonnet IV –Love

Yet for truth might still be torn,
tis love that slowly bends his heart.
By virtues steal and passion born
he dreams of one, and hopes the part.
Yet fancy free is she, he spies,
determined to her eyes impress,
through courage show, yet truth decries
his poverty witnessed in his dress.
Tho’ she’s captured in his smile
she knows no way to meet,
as she is king’s and fortune’s child,
so certain seems her hope’s defeat,
for to her stead and stage be true,
counted royal blood in blue.


Sonnet V – Amiss

Counted royal blood in blue.
he slowly comes to know her name.
The princess?!! How could this be true?
So to his cursed stars lays blame.
“What manifest of hope is this
that drains my very heart life’s blood?
When true love granted found amiss,
my stars, my fate is serpent’s blood!”
Yet strength in spirit pure and strong,
he holds to values truth and kind,
hopes still she feels and so does long
to one day be the love he’ll find.
Yet hers in marble stone and wood,
upon ancestors’ greatness stood.


Sonnet VI – Fate

Upon ancestors’ greatness stood
the core of king and valiant knight,
where truth and valor granted good
the courage favored through the fight.
Upon a thatched and chimneyed roof
assassin’s arrows were aimed with care
in hopes to kill the king on hoof
as paraded in the courtyard square.
Yet here with purposed work in hand
his stars set blade smith skills to bear
that caught in eye, assassin’s band,
undone before all witness there.
“Dear king, my service bound to you,
by life and living, impure or true”.


Sonnet VII – Knight

By life and living, impure or true
the king indebted for his life,
granted knighthood to this son
and gave his daughter’s hand, as wife.
Amazing stars that bend and tell
the story of this poor boys plight,
that brought a heaven from his hell
and granted him his dream of knight.
Be known that he was more than man,
as came to lead a legion’s war,
respect and love at comrade’s hand
propelled in honor something more.
Yet love for those by which he stood
left dead in battlefield or wood.


Sonnet VIII – Battle

Left dead in battlefield or wood
were sons and fathers, honest men,
that through each death he understood
the pain of war and battle’s sin.
Into his soul grew great remorse
that questioned why a tyrant’s pride
would rise to steal, or plot a course
to enslave or kill where freedom’s cried!
Till standing tall against the burn
of blackened hate and tyrant’s rage,
his sword raised that all would return,
laid hate to waste, with final page!
His mortal wounds defined it all,
truth and valor stood one tall.


Sonnet IX – Death

Truth and valor stood one tall
that free men could denounce the reign
of selfish rage against the call
to live in peace and truth again.
By mortal wound his breathing faint
at deathbed with his wife and love,
blessed by heaven’s stars and saint,
he gave his last to God above,
“I am just a mortal man,
a simple child of your soul,
granted truths to understand
and find the purpose in this role”
Thus passed in arms of true love’s wife,
that songs of glory blessed his life.


Sonnet X – Honor

That songs of glory blessed his life,
they sung throughout the village square.
Where now his saddened love and wife
was gathered with her father there.
His honor held in victor’s glory
through poems spoke ripe on every lip.
His duty blessed in valiant story
called from mead and every sip.
Yet still memorial must be true
and captured in the point of light
where what was shared between these two
would timeless stand for honored knight.
So lastly stood in canvas’d call,
in portrait’s frame and honored hall.


Sonnet XI – The Portrait

In portrait’s frame and honored hall,
commissioned from the artist’s hand
that knew the boy when once was small,
now knight and honored o’er the land.
With gentle stroke and greatest care,
through eye of love and pigment pure,
brought to life the noble pair,
brought to heart this greatest cure,
that once beheld by king and queen,
once revealed in public square,
could only hold what true loves glean
when hand in hand, ascending there
on stars of love and sweep of life,
ennobled with his queen, his wife.


Sonnet XII – Legacy

Ennobled with his queen, his wife,
in portrait’s honored canvas mount,
granted all great hope for life
to strive beyond the simple count
of stars cast far in fate’s lone sky,
to rise to what is great in each,
to never falter or question why,
but rise in spirit and stretch in reach.
For theirs was more than glory,
more than songs and honor’s dove.
Theirs was one of life’s true story
cast from hope and truest love,
that in the couples’ eyes of mirth,
here all shall know his honest worth.


Sonnet XIII – Promise

Here all shall know his honest worth
much more than any since before,
as his was granted by his birth
and by the stars from which he tore
a path against what laws had deemed,
a chance to fight for heart’s desire,
the strength to rise when hope it seemed
abandoned heart and life’s bright fire.
Yet here his echo lingers on,
cast that all may rise in same,
that we can fill our fate’s sweet song
and to our better stars lay claim.
So count our souls in honest worth,
by values truth through death, from birth.


Sonnet XIV – The Calling

By values truth through death, from birth
we stand to do what’s right.
In such, our voice knows true its worth,
that with that truth we stand to fight
as free men in a world of hate
where tyranny must surely fall,
and loves be lain at heaven’s gate
when heaven proudly gives the call,
that we are bound to life in love,
that we are here to give and learn,
that guided by sweet heaven’s dove
will stand in place, will stand in turn
bestowed with honor’s glory there,
herald kings in knightly squares…


Sonnet XV – Crown

Herald kings in knightly squares
there through their very nature, born
to hold in hand all virtue’s wares
that for truth might still be torn.
Counted royal blood in blue
upon ancestors’ greatness stood,
by life and living, impure or true
left dead in battlefield or wood.
Yet truth and valor stood one tall
that songs of glory blessed his life.
In portrait’s frame and honored hall
ennobled with his queen, his wife.
Here all shall know his honest worth
by values truth through death, from birth.


Filed under Poetry, Sonnet, True Love, Universal Soul

The Road Home – a Union Soldier’s Journey

Journey Home

The road stretched long from hell to home,
pained by wheels of carrion dust
stirred thick in ghostly steps of war
while pulling canon’s hateful rust.

Lilac essence lined the trail
denied in spring the love to bloom,
yet heaved in whispered sacrament
between fresh graves, within death’s tomb.

No hint of living soul was seen,
nor stir of sound in mournings’ air,
yet held for hope this hell would pass
and providence lead him there –

There, to home where one heart stood
in skirt’s coquettish smiles.
There, where memory held the gate
to hearth beyond these hellish miles.

Time moved on with no such time,
each step a blur to steps in count,
till raised in climb and lifted hope
upon ascent of Acorn’s mount.

There peeked through trees the clearing
atop the Acorn’s rocky perch,
that drove to knees a tear’s relief!
Below! Home’s valley and quiet church!

On knees atop the final mount
through tears in shuddered gasps of breath,
his love, he knew, returned him
from the blood of battle and throes of death.

Now in morning’s sunlit dew
how sure this sacred moment charms,
that greets release for one, for two.
Toward home to fall in loving arms!

The road behind stretched long from hell,
from death and pain and friendships torn,
now silenced cannon’s whispers tell
the story of a union born.


Filed under History, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, True Love

New Horizon

Tired, stretches long the hand that held the reins in pride.
Softly reaches memory that age and time deride.
Deeply sets the furrowed brow where kept, his heartaches hide.
Gently shines the eyes of love, left sparkled by the ride.

‘Twas only but a moment’s flash
that forked the road in two,
yet more than one divided thought
set free the future to the blue.

Who’s footing lacked precision?
Who cut the turn in blame?
Who’s fault by indecision
tossed it all to ground, and lame?

Still, through the clearing dust appeared
two broken smiles across the path,
denying hope to ride upon
the questions in the lath…

questions left in settled dust,
fractured shadows in the sky,
and how the fork appeared just
heartbeat counts beyond the “why”.

The hand, so tried, is steady.
The reins are known and worn.
His vision keen and ready
to dawn the new horizon born.


Filed under Perspective, Poetry, True Love, Universal Soul

Deeper Still

Across deep velvet’s field of stars,
o‘er great mountains’ snow white sweep,
stretched beyond black sparkled seas
‘neath sunlight’s patient watchful keep,
‘tis yet beyond I hold you,
in truer red than current’s blood!
‘Tis deeper still beyond this,
where hearts beat strong in true love’s flood.

Capture fast this moment stilled,
this life, this time here now.
Bear witness to what love has garnered
and marvel in the “whys” and “hows”.
For to this point in space and time
we’ve stumbled, wandered, pawed,
till now in quiet resilience stand,
hand in hand in love, in awe.

Free the grasp of time
to flee across eternal calls,
witness ghosts of you and I
in love beyond the living falls.
Feel the subtle tug of thread
that binds our souls as one,
that to this point, and from here on,
love’s fabric stitched can’t be undone.


Filed under Poetry, True Love, Universal Soul

Some Other Time

“Some other time”, hung tenderly,
as evening claimed the dusky lea,
yet sweet, her gentle voice did rend
a promise, emptied to defend
a hope that years might lose the key.

Yet stolen hope drifts sparingly
to dreams where time has set her free
or grant her lonely years to tend
some other time.

She walked along the ebbing sea
whose moonlit waves, in subtle plea
softly whispered in the blend,
‘neath silent stars whose embers mend
the hearts of those who flee
some other time.

Inspired by the musical composition “Some Other Time” by Michael Hoppe / Martin Tillman


Filed under Perspective, Poetry, True Love, Universal Soul

Sweet Seduction

Along the blue steel thread of rails,
peace entreats my quiet wanting
in silhouetted oak tree stands
and shadows black, night’s contrast, haunting.

Waxen moon in full delight
calms November’s rolling dells,
strokes the sultry flaxen lea
to render sweet seduction’s spell.

A feathered breeze, a trembling hush
claimed in shuddering wanton fields,
where forlorn apathetic husks
sense love’s touch and so in yield.

Sweet seduction’s mercy,
before my eyes, across this vale,
thieves my lonely heart from worry
by haunting blue reflected rails
that curve the valley floor,
surrender to the sweet wood’s blind,
to mountains rise to blush once more
and there entreat her love in kind…

Beneath the stroke of naked moon,
between November’s blankets furled,
kissed by meadow’s sweetest rills
before the granite mountains curled.

Here dream do I in longing,
atop this post in autumn’s glove,
yearn to kiss her blushing flesh
and draw her close in sacred love.


Filed under Mountains, Nature, Perspective, Poetry, True Love, Universal Soul


Crimson red, my sweet love’s blush,
when to her neck my lips do rush,
set heave to heart beneath the folds
of linen pressed and garment’s hold,
yet sweet seduction mine…

Pensive space between our stare,
when locked in passion’s want and care,
pressed to hesitation’s pose,
till kiss and taste our love expose
surrender, I and thine…

Flurried hands enclasp and press,
search for freedom from this dress,
pulling tight in lip locked fury
within the flame of passion’s hurry,
yet stretch the moments long…

Till so released from garment’s bind,
fingers locked in tender lines,
flesh on flesh, clasp on clasp,
sweetness quaffed in every gasp
till knotted we, as lovers strong…

In timeless keep, suspended souls,
spirits mix in love locked rolls,
our pounding hearts deny the quiet,
while sweet seduction sings in riot
near love’s peak , in union hover…

Our bodies faint, our souls infused
as one, by passion’s love let loose,
and we in heap of flesh and bone,
collapse in kiss and sweet love’s tone,
there melt into each other…
eternal mates, eternal lovers…

written in collaboration with
Poet ~ Morgan~
Morgan’s work can be found at http://booknvolume.com


Filed under Poetry, True Love

Alas, I Am Told

I saw you smiling coyly there,
Lavender sprigs tossed through your hair,
Your gentle cheek a rosy blush
As from your heart a sudden rush
Pushed forth by how I caught your stare.

I prayed that you might care
To take my hand and walk a fare
Distance through sweet autumn’s crush,
Alas, I am told,

You have no love to spare,
No heart for mine you wish to share.
Left stammering, I in boyish blush
So quelled my throbbing heart in hush
Midst autumn’s leaves left standing there.
Alas, I am told.

J. Blue

D’verse Poetics – Rondeau
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Searching Vine

Midst emotion’s seas I’ve sailed,
unfurled canvas on wake’s deep trail,
with bolstered courage where fear had won,
afraid only to leave my search undone.
Yet my sextant’s plot was true,
through life’s strong tempests I was drawn to you…

Drifted dunes, Sahara’s seas,
my love for you by courage freed
these blistered soles and unquenched thirst,
until my eyes met yours in first
glimpse divined into our hearts,
your deepest kiss relieved my parched soul
from all its searching…

O’er mountain tops and canyons vast,
my heart searched long to hold you fast
and roll within such alpine bliss,
dwarfed only by your sweetest kiss…
Thus again, our paths entwined
eons over, in climbing vine,
‘tis you to whom my heart is bound.

In this life now again we’re found
in bliss of music, art and soul,
values’ measure in fullness rolls
into the thoughts of truth we seek,
so know our words before we speak.

Here know our souls belong as one,
and again my searching path is done…
complete here, in this life with you.


Filed under Poetry, True Love, Universal Soul