Stone and club had more often than not sent
Brain and gore scattering out randomly
Long before man his so short life had spent
Spilling blood and entrails on stormy sea
From sinking ship on to contested ground
Did carnage continue with sword in strife
Spear and shaft on different lands were found
To drain from heart and throat red floods of life
Many times were caused by powder and ball
‘Round our globe both man and nation to die
Plane and missile with fear and dread let fall
Death and destruction from a dismal sky
Peace and calm will ever be viewed afar
While you and I still crave this taste of war
—–Jerry Marks
Awesome. I thought I was the last person on the planet who still loved to write Shakespearean sonnets! Glad to see I’m not alone…..
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Thank you. I have a couple more I’ll post after the first of the year. I prefer “pattern” poetry over free style with the Villanelle being my favorite. Cervantes wrote some very, very strong sonnets as well.
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