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Sonnet XXXVII: Hallways filled with Gods
©July 12th 2022, Olan L. Smith
Yes sculptures, hallways filled with gods who guide
This world, while poets' quills will blaze the trail,
Ajay. Our poems bright as words abide,
Our wanton destruction of hands that fail,
For lack of valor's truss we write in rhymes,
While the larcenous roots will clutch our leg
And pull us down into the fire of times,
Our olden days are gone, in haste we beg
Forgiveness for lack of want or knowledge,
And foolishness will reign upon its knob.
But still the clutch in time does say our pledge
The gods their wickedness will live and rob,
Until, the end our faith is so entwined
With heaven's hell, our fates are thus designed.
Dedicated to Ajay-Kumar
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Sonnets Written by Olan L. Smith
PoetryI am moving many of my singly published poems into collections, and in this collection will reside all my sonnets I have written, and will write in the future--I hope you enjoy. Love, peace, and freedom, Olan L. Smith aka Cotton Jones. (Cover credit...
