Sonnet 4

For those queens only interested in red hot bodyflesh, get over it. Or look at Sea Man earlier in the blog. And stop with the incessant whining.
Here's a sonnet about family life. It's about children being parents' immortality, and having a partner who's a freind for life.
I wrote it because I think it's charming when queers say nice things about heteros. I include it here because it has two separate rhyme patterns, which I don't think has been done before in English verse.

Sonnet 4

A son like me in looks as well as thought,
A guarantee my hopes will coast again,
In future places I have never been,
By running races I have never sought.
Our daughter in between the earth and sky,
Where beauty can be seen throughout the years.
A dove that finds a way through passing tears.
Above the reach of time our spirits fly.
A wife like you on whom I can depend.
And always new to me, your gentle sighs
Are no less fair than the light inside your eyes,
Yet no less rare to be a lifelong friend.
I see into my heart the day I found
My dream of you, the autumn colors all around.

Verse 12

This one's blank verse, from a sequence about highlights of America History. It goes long because it's about the Battle of the Bulge, a topic that deserves some leeway.
Blank verse has the meter and length of a sonnet without the rhyme. 'Nuff said.


Four million soldiers gone, their cities done,
With industry destroyed in falling fire,
The proud Luftwaffe smashed, the Wermacht pressed
From East and West. Now madder, Hitler tried
By pushing through to Antwerp, then to block
A single port. Americans were told
To hold the line. Outnumbered, yet would stay
The steel advance, until a wall was drawn.
When African Americans arrived,
The seven sixty first battalion thought
The master race should have a lesson taught.
Americans from every time and place.
A warrior’s battle. Grim they stood. Their souls
Restored. Three hundred ninety thousand rose.
Grave soldiers forced the Nazis back in loss
Where they’d begun. The Battle of the Bulge
Was won. And everything in war depends
Upon the bravery of men, a stone
Resolve that none shall pass with violence,
Or mock the innocence our world has known.
No craven Nazi ever understood
The freedoms calling in America.