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 Ray found my heel in Guaymas;

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

There'd be stone and workers - both I prefer.
Not to say, I don't love y'all where I am,
Yet "who" I am won't be found with either -
Nor in some rank described by an emblem.

What's left when the hammer, chisel and stone
stop ringing ? Peer deeper - a bunch of dust.
Take this poem where it began? I can moan,
Or use what I've learned, to create more trust.

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

2 July 2014 jts 

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