Samer Madbak

Rookie - 62 Points (31 July 1969 / Beirut)

Poem 031, Sonnet 12: Je-June? - Poem by Samer Madbak

Now that the morbid days of May are spent-
With no bloom noted, no recovery-
June sets in, and he’s truly vehement
To keep it up: the tragic travesty.

Now does he promise that he’ll make amends,
And flaunts his numbers, warranting some joy,
But how my sickened spirit comprehends
His baleful bearing, his pernicious ploy.

Thus, knowing that his courses are jejune
I challenge him to generosity
Demanding that he grants a rural boon:
My friends, the Valley, Nature, Deity!

Hence giving, I will laud his affluence,
Or else, farewell him with malevolence!

June 1st 1988

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  • Gold Star - 5,726 Points Rajesh Thankappan (12/29/2013 10:56:00 AM)

    Let us hope June make amends for May. I liked the sonnet. I also invite you to read some of my sonnets and comment on it.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 29, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, May 8, 2015

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