Sonnet X

A Love, Those worshipped, friends and family
Were with whom one shared love in days of old.
This was true of poets and royalty,
Knights and peasants, alike, so I’ve been told.
However, I, being an atheist,
Have reserved nothing of love in my heart
For ‘Those worshipped’, as appeared on the list.
Instead, for Thee I have reserved that part.
Hence, when I say I have more to offer
To Thee, in terms of love, than all back when,
I mean it! For in my mortal coffer
Is love for Thee that was ne’er meant for man.
Before Thee, I called myself atheist,
But now, I know I am more Paganist.

07.20.95 – 07.29.95

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Copyright by Minh Tan on listed dated of completion
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Sonnet IX

In picking flame azaleas for Thee,
I rob the world of a little colour.
Not much, maybe, but know that to some bee,
The world now appears a little duller.
In picking roses and orchids for Thee,
I steal from the world a few charming sights.
Few, perhaps, but realize that some bee,
Must now travel farther for its delights.
Yea, ’tis true! In picking flowers for Thee,
I leave the world a less beautiful place.
However, in giving flowers to Thee,
I change that with smiles I bring to Thy face.
Hence, whilst picking flowers leaves me uneased,
For reason of Thee, my mind is appeased.

06.21.95 – 06.30.95

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Sonnet VIII

To you, who move with graceful elegance…
To you, in the beautiful attire…
To you, with the seraphic appearance
That betrays a being who is higher…
Every time I am within your presence,
I slow down so that I can admire
Your mystique that holds me in reverence
And makes my heart melt like frost by fire.
Once immersed in your glowing radiance,
I stop to let your beauty inspire
Forth streams of passions of which’s sole essence
Is poets’ hearts melted by desire.
Oh, if only you were always near by,
There’d be proof that some streams never run dry.

03.20.95 – 03.28.95

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Sonnet VII

One day I was introduced to Cora.
A girl quite shy, quiet, cheery and sweet,
Most gentle, serene, subtle and discreet.
She was a girl with a charming aura.
Some days later, I once more saw Cora.
This time, she was direct, yet, soft and sweet,
Confident, certain and not so discreet.
There and then, she had more air than aura.
When I queried, I found to my surprise,
She was Sara, and not Cora in disguise.
After a moment, the thought trickled through,
Sara and Cora! ah! Twins! There are two!
One with an aura, the other, an air,
They were the MacKay twins, and what a pair!

02.09.95 – 02.16.95

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Sonnet VI

I knew a friend who went on vacation
Without a map to guide himself around.
He did not set out a destination,
And that, suffice to say, he never found.
He wandered carelessly from place to place,
Very casually checking things out.
He took things as they came, at his own pace,
Very casually roaming about.
As time passed, he found he was truly lost.
In panic, he dropped the baggage he brought,
Ran off, and left those he knew with the cost
To pay for remains, and what remained not.
The baggage he left was put in the sod,
Whilst he, my friend, fled to the home of God.

01.18.95 – 02.09.95

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