Valentine's Day - the sonnet

Ma turned me out when i was in high school
and again this Valentine's day - okay ?
Maybe right , maybe wrong , maybe useful .
If i can still love , it is a good day . 

When in high school , i was sure about love ,
today i use a muse to love through art 
i brought ma a portrait of she above ;  
it may help ma to see me in my heart .

Now of all there is , it's all i want 
love of art is what i found without ties ;
and the fear and hurt contained by a taunt
can be best blunted where the love will rise .

I am alone , i judge that's not too bad , 
for the love i learned was at home as a lad .

jts 021614
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Mexico - the sonnet

When nine, a Sting Ray found me in Guaymas;

At sixty-two I'd go back to that bay - 
Perhaps to verify pain is no loss,
Or pass some other time that's on my way.

There'd be stone and workers - both I prefer.
Not to say, I don't love you where I am,
But "who" I am can't be found in either -
Nor in a rank described by some emblem.

What is left when hammer, chisel and stone
Stop singing ? Look around - a bunch of dust.
Remember how this started? I can moan,
Or use what I've learned, not waiting to rust.

Why Mexico? la mujer son bella,
Y la comida es muy sabrosa.

jts 020714

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