Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Teresa Brewer (A tear fell ) 1950  No gold, nor palace have I in my name, Only in paradise such gifts I can bring, Why mock and cast on me such cruel blame? Between our souls a ceaseless conflict lies, I bid farewell with flowers in my hand, You praise your riches, the crypto, and life Where luxuries have scarred the innocent land. Accept the poor man's roses, fresh and true, Whose tears reflect the depth of honest love, Who ne'er distorts, nor claims what is not due, But holds to ancient truths from up above. Thus take these roses, though no gold I own, For love and truth do weigh more than a throne. By poet Affaq🌹

Beloved, lie not Beloved, lie not, you must to heaven report, By the foot you go, with empty hands in tow, The palaces, your camels, and grand escort, Your fields of barley wine, all behind will show. Sow good, and you shall harvest best indeed, Sow ill, and behold only ill will come to pass. Boyhood was lost in sport, youth slept with speed, Old age now weeps as tears in fullest mass. All dear ones embarked on journeys, the vast, These running days in solitude you spend, These old photographic memories that last, Like breezes in your fancy, they do bend. Yet even they shall die too, as clouds in rain, It seems all held was but just a dream in vain. © Affaq  Listen to  Brenda Lee Rock the bop  1957