Art Sonnet Poems

If thou didst feed on planktons, fish smallish
Whilst floating on thy pair of fins as feet
In  Arabian Sea as might whim thy wish,
Or didst...

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"Hercule and the Broken Birds de Bergerac"

lute wherefore art thou?
soft stroked like chords of velvet
wrapped around thee thou be art always 
in the bursting rose...

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Let world dole out to thee all undue blame,
To me thy eyes filled with fairness shall shine,
Let tongues parrot what eyes may at fault frame,
Let...

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Beneath the moonlight, by the water's edge.
I harken to the songs splashing frogs sing 
and of the whippoorwill, an echoed pledge:
"Be still. Listen. My hand...

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The centurion, like kings and knights, possessed all powers.
He felt, as though, in front of Jesus, his might was mere mist.
Doesn't this mist, though tentative,...

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Materialised out of t’ foggy whorl.
Most people have speculated without fail 
from whence shores or dimension you have hail’d.
They agreed upon: You’re out of this...

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The Qin Shi Huang Empire built the marvelous China Wall.
The Flavian kings built the elegant Colosseum.
Just as the earth, an edifice needs to be safe...

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When silence speaks there is no human word
or mouthing from an uncontented tongue.
Yet voiceless cries from hungry eyes are heard,
to those awaiting caring for someone.

The...

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Joy of pleasure, a child of poor parents,
Bliss alone founts from a perpetual spring,
Joy fancies scores of fond uncles and aunts, 
Never lasts long the...

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"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.” 
~ Sophocles, Greek Poet

Love, where travels thou diminishing shade?
This...

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A sly inflection shifts the paradigm.
Rambling renaissance men without a clue.
Notable declensions; mismanaged time.
Skewing the truth and balance of value.

When paying mind to another's success.
Visibly...

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No one, nor thou, me love, be free from flaws, 
A flaw endears, me think, and seldom irks, 
It sounds strange, but a flaw dimple...

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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake and darling buds of May and summer's lease...

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Thou art to soul as sleep is to my strife, 
The cheeks when look neither rosy nor full, 
Lips red, nor knees so supple of...

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He looks shy, timid, and withdrawn, as though he knows nothing.
Yet, astuteness whirls in him like monsoon floods in a dam.
He is an ace at...

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