David Grzan

Love sanctifies acts of forgiveness,
Flourishes in the presence of respect,
Creates miracles of natal quickness:
Credits to a mother's bearing aspect.
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Our nuptial vows did fatally succumb
To the dragons' fires. Though our grave feathers
Came to ashes, in phoenix we shall plumb
The depths of chaos for hoarded treasures.
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Queen turned Molly—quits me on nature's terms,
Weaned from a clowder of kith ‘n' kin kits.
Doomed a barn cat, my innards hosting worms—
Barely sustained by my wiles, will and wits.
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As unique as a Fire Lily's debut—
You arrived a gem with resonate flare,
Blessed with a sanguine air of derring-do:
Your avant-garde lifts to your savoir-faire.
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Oh mysterious creature! Wolves pack lairs—
Alphas tread alone. Eerily endowed
With intuitive perception he bares
His fanged precognition ere rivals crowd.
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Roar's chaste hide skinned, worn proud, proves pride's mane dead;
Clipped heads double back till seared necks grow naught;
Gilded rack trapped though arrows she out fled;
Goring grunter run-down ere snowbound caught.
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O divided House of Plantagenet—
York against Lancaster; martial roses,
White versus red: civil war, banishment,
Usurpation! Death till Death reposes!
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I am the honor of what is most prized.
I am the flower on the sepulture.
I am the namesake for children baptized.
I am the guarantor of all culture.
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Bedeviled as belled cats to suffer toils,
Credits and costs on the cuff. You and I,
Born fettered to Man's original coils—
Withered and waned whilst our love turned awry.
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Love beatifies acts of sacrifice,
Acquits itself just in discharging debts,
Provides kinfolk a glimpse of paradise:
Quantums by which fathers love their begets.
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Harken back to time immemorial:
Your paternal lineage—stout peasant
Farmers—dwelt nigh Dalmatian pastoral
Shores, to eke out their hardscrabble pleasance.
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Fallen Man—God's theodic instrument,
Beguiled, cursed and exiled by primeval
Determinants—raised to be immanent:
Good fates its telos by willing evil.
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Oh Daughter, my errant renaissance lass,
Oracular master of the tarot,
Asks: Why doth my tempered mettle tilt pas
D'armes? Mercurial stars limned your tableau.
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Rapt by shades of psyche! My moiety
Of good wanes meet to my waxing shadow:
My pride's conceit—void of reality.
Bedeviled! How ought I to undergo?
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Britain's King, of sceptered impunity,
Crowned the colonies with purple-mantled
Acts of tyranny then flouts amity:
No quid-pro-quo—Revolution gambled!
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The Fallen Angel doth challenge the Lord
To a duel—proxy faith ‘gainst suffering:
Empowered to break Job's faith the Dastard
Freely murdered his estate—paltering.
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Love extends the fixed compass of the soul,
Measured in generations—eyes the Sphinx,
Quickens itself with esprit to extol
Life that begets ere death to live past brinks.
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Heyday reveries of Cherry Blossom
Dalliances fly; streaming thoughts drift charmed,
Of my quondam Bird of Paradise Palm—
Pierced deep our Bleeding Hearts, so Love adjourned.
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Ex nihilo music resonated
Existence into being and beings
Into existence—oh intonated
Harmony dost beautify His pealings!
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Revolution! Revolution! Freedom
And Liberty trumpeted Providence—
Wartime's gallant paladin braved treason:
Washington, a seer hip to precedence.
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