Poem 016, Sonnet 5: Pitying A Poet
You say my friend your words can shatter clay
Your readers melt upon your lines of gold.
I feel no fusion, poet of the day,
No fainting, and no fractures in my mold.
Poem 002: Away, Distress!
When lances of loneliness stab me so deep,
As daystar declines, and the Globe falls asleep,
When uncontrolled sadness reigns over my realms,
A feeling of sore in my heart overwhelms.
Poem 012, Sonnet 3: What You See And Taste
Oh should I utter words of little sense
And jabber, wearing out my heart and lips
Should I engage in folly and pretense
And furnish people with invalid quips?
Poem 131, Sonnet 66: My Last Nissan
That's my last Nissan rolling down the street
Looking as if she were brand new, this hand
That veered her supple wheels has no command
She moves, but these are not my pressing feet
Poem 014, Sonnet 4: Idyll To Nature
Once more I linger in majestic fear
Before this sovereign scene, this brilliant art,
This haunting silence drifting to my ear
To greet a weary throb, the poet’s heart.