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“Sonnet of Technology Technology is not good or bad, For it knows no ethics and principles. The prime directive of all gadgets, Is to obey algorithm without scruples. The problem is not technology, Nor is it the capitalist tendency. The real disease is human recklessness, Which is rampant in modern society. Your phone is not ruining your peace, You yourself are doing it all. A society oblivious to moderation, In time causes its own downfall. Power is power only when used with caution, If used wildly all power is poison.”

“Into The Eyes of Racism (A Sonnet) I looked into the eyes of racism, All I found was insecurity. I looked into the eyes of prejudice, All I found was pretend sanity. I looked into the eyes of bigotry, All I found was savage inanity. I looked into the eyes of hate, All I found was delusion of purity. I looked into the eyes of disparity, All I found was mindless conformity. I looked into the eyes of apathy, All I found was spineless vanity. I looked a lot and observed plenty, It's time to burn bright against brutality.”

“Sonnet I If thee must say that I am not who I am, That I am not real or true, Then thou must say you are not as well, For we either walk in fairytales and dance to our dreams, Or we die trying to capture a miracle between the ordinary moments, We rejoice in the gratitude for our needs met, But we pray for the staircases and open doors to our desires, We redefine our gratitude with another day, Another dance of praise to Thee for undoing are mistakes of unneeded wants and needs we want, but not met.”

“Mi Humanidad Insiste (The Sonnet) Mi corazón insiste that I can't sit still, Till the society is human and thus starts living. Mi corazón insiste that I can't sleep in peace, Till I bring out the peace the world holds within. Mi conciencia insiste that I can't stop walking, Till I make the fallen rise to make their destiny. Mi conciencia insiste that I can't stop working, Till each human extends a hand out in solidarity. Mi alma insiste that my breath is not my own, Till I breathe life into the souls lost in misery. Mi alma insiste that I have no right over my veins, Till the veins of society are freed from disparity. Mi humanidad insiste the life of one is the life of all. Either we are one family or nothing at all.”

“Sonnet of Kashmir Mindless nationalists of India shout, India is the greatest nation. Yet atrocities done in their backyard, Make them a symbol of degradation. Most Indians have no idea, How it is to live under occupation. Yet when it comes to the land of Kashmir, They won't make any concession. How can you reason with a deluded bunch, Who value sovereignty over people! They have their comfort and luxuries, Who cares if we lack even life's essential! Where land is more precious than life, There lives no human but termite.”

“When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.”

“Soft warbles echo notes that rise and drown, In the waltz of the breeze through rusty leaves, From the highest tree bough, upon its crown, Drifting regards resound with tuneful ease, As the dust of autumn sweeps on it’s vale, A mockingbird sings in the sun’s lulled glow, Ballads for time as it spins a new tale, Drama in its pose and flair in its flow, So charms the songster with hundreds of tunes; For vast spread wings behold more than their share, The countless dawns and passing many moons Have guided its flights with no sight to spare; Yet new trails await with new sights to see, Each recount sung with unflawed mimicry.”

“Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it, For that your self ye daily such doe see: But the trew fayre, that is the gentle wit, And vertuous mind, is much more praysd of me. For all the rest, how ever fayre it be, Shall turne to nought and loose that glorious hew: But onely that is permanent and free From frayle corruption, that doth flesh ensew. That is true beautie: that doth argue you To be divine and borne of heavenly seed: Deriv'd from that fayre Spirit, from whom al true And perfect beauty did at first proceed. He onely fayre, and what he fayre hath made, All other fayre lyke flowres untymely fade.”

“Als de wind van de geschiedenis opsteekt kan een mens er zijn pet naar draaien in de hoop gespaard te blijven of wie weet een slaatje te slaan uit het toeval. Hij kan tegen de storm in proberen te lopen of zich een schuilplaats zoeken. Wie uiteindelijk overeind blijft en wie onder de wielen van de Moloch verpletterd wordt weet niemand, zelfs de goede God niet. We zijn muizen die in het looprad van het noodlot trappelen en we kunnen het tempo aan of niet. Geen sonnet heeft ooit de koers van de geschiedenis verlegd. De wereld is de wereld.”

“Sonnet of Heaven and Hell There's a tale we hear of a heavenly kingdom, Which is passed on through generations. Because once you place salvation outside life, Accountability vanishes from all prioritization. Self-determination makes one unfit for slavery, Reason makes one unfit for manipulation. If you take charge of your life and community, Institutions fail to dictate your ambition. Heaven and hell exist here and now, They are manifestations of human behavior. Acts of oneness bring heaven in a moment, Deeds of division breed hell from thin air. The paradigm we have was made yesterday. It is our world, let's build it our way.”

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.”

“Giants in Jeans Sonnet 52 Humanhood isn't him, her or them, Humanhood requires realization beyond sex. Pronouns may be a step in the right direction, But they are not passport for arrogance and disrespect. The purpose is to erase hate from society, And we ain't gonna do that by passing judgment. If we want there to be equity and acceptance, We must learn to trample first our own arrogance. Rebelling for the sake of rebelling achieves nothing, Arrogance only produces just another bitter creature. In trying to fight against prejudice and oppression, Be cautious that you don't end up as the new oppressor. Revolution is the foundation of civilization's evolution, But it must be rooted in gentleness, not cancellation.”

“Anne's Will by Stewart Stafford Young Shakespeare set off to London town, To quill and ink his masterpiece plays, Still, Anne Hathaway grew anxious; Marriage and family rent twain ways. He vowed to send back funds to them, With a fledgling kiss, Will was gone, Tearful goodbyes of wife and daughters, Stratford shrank, cartwheels spun. The distance honeyed homesickness, The farther from hearth Will roamed, The capital's theatres awaited him; Words etched in stone in folio tome. The absentee bard kept his word true; Admirably providing for kin well, Through a bitter, lonely aftertaste, With only one truism to tell: "For, aye, where'er there was a Will, Truly, good Anne always hath a way." © Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”

“MCA: Middle Class Activist (The Sonnet) I don't know the meaning of socialism, But progress without society is insanity. I don't know the meaning of capitalism, But catering to luxury produces disparity. I don't know the meaning of woke, But no life is complete without community. I don't know the meaning of philosophy, But intellect is useless without amity. I don't own many fancy gadgets, Affording essentials I stand without greed. I'll probably never set foot on MARS, On earth I'll be serving the abandoned in need. High and mighty tech won't make this world better, Till we place humanity at our highest altar.”

“Army of Lovers (The Sonnet) What's needed is an army of lovers, To set this world on fire, A fire that burns prejudice to ashes, And sparks a humanitarian desire. Lovers devoted to the path of sacrifice, Pure and chaste serving without reward, Pursuing the one impossible dream, The dream of humanizing the entire world. Not a trace of self within, Not a kernel of self-obsession, Uncorrupted and unbending to the bone, Wake up and be the living ascension. Drink from the fountain of service effulgent. Annihilated for others we turn omnipresent.”

“Sonnet of Phony Activism Those who give their life to society, Never call themselves activist. Those who work night and day for others, Rarely identify as reformist. It’s only the vane, lame and the shallow, Who draw attention with phony activism. Those who actually care for society, Live a life of sacrifice beyond definition. Activist and woke are actually code, That says, look at me I am so great. Real greats don't care about labels, They're martyred for others without regret. The world doesn't need more phony label. What's needed is humans being accountable.”

“No Throne, No Kingdom (The Sonnet) I need no throne, I need no kingdom, Human hearts are my heavenly abode. I need no badge, I need no scepter, Reason is my partner, warmth my zip code. I need no praise, I need no offering, A life of service is my paradise. I need no reward, I need no award, Nothing can put a price on sacrifice. I know no etiquette, I know no manners, These are all constructs of shallowness. Humanity ought to drive behavior, Humility destroys all narrowness. To forge wholeness and sanity is our mission. Ending all falsity let's be incarnate integration.”

“Adopt A Neighborhood (The Sonnet) Adopt a neighborhood, Make their problems your own. This is the only road to life, Society’s hope is you alone. Charity, security and world peace, All these are cosmetic theory. When you learn to live as human, You'll see their actual foolery. When our voices combine, All noise turns melody of heavens. Joy is amplified a hundred times, We lose sense of all our burdens. Diversity and progress will come alright, Once you perceive beyond your selfish sight.”

“The Final Solution (A Sonnet) O new people, o new humanizers, The world has been waiting for you long. Waiting for your dawn with deepest zeal, Society is weary yet tries to be strong. Now rise o makers of civilization, Replenish this death valley with your sanctity. Make rigidity and prejudice quiver, Sanitize humanity with rapids of indivisibility. The sun has gone dark, the moon lost its glory, All are waiting for your galvanizing advent. These deserts can no more sustain life, You alone are hope and the last encouragement. Walk boldly as the awakening of revolution. Wake up from indifference and be the final solution.”

“Sonnet of Social Justice Get ready to fight, Not with hate but accountability. Get ready to fight, Not with vengeance but humanity. Get ready to speak, Not as a cynic but as a sapiens. Get ready to speak, Crossing all egotistical grievance. Get ready to stand, Trampling all petty separation. Get ready to stand, Not in rebellion but in inclusion. When it is too dark around, Look inside for you're the light all round.”

“Wake Up From Death (The Sonnet) Wake up from death and return to life, For as living dead we’ve been crawling for long. Wake up from sanity and return to insanity, For we've been insane in sanity for long. Wake up from possibility, return to impossibility, For we've been slave to the possible for long. Wake up from reality and return to absurdity, Habits of past have kept us hypnotized for long. Wake up form truth and return to love, For we’ve always confused assumptions with truth. Wake up form ideology and return to the soil, Integration means inclusion, not ideological coup. Enough with nonchalance in the name of practicality! Let us now rise as tornado and wipe out all apathy.”

“All's well that ends well.”

“Sport strips away personality, letting the white bone of character shine through. Sport gives players an opportunity to know and test themselves. The great difference between sport and art is that sport, like a sonnet, forces beauty within its own system. Art, on the other hand, cyclically destroys boundaries and breaks free.”

“What are the precise characteristics of an epigram it is not easy to define. It differs from a joke, in the fact that the wit of the latter dies in the words, and cannot therefore be conveyed in another language; while an epigram is a wit of ideas, and hence, is translatable. Like aphorisms, songs and sonnets, it is occupied with some single point, small and manageable; but whilst a song conveys a sentiment, a sonnet a poetical, and an aphorism a moral reflection, an epigram expresses a contrast.”

“I came to writing mysteries through poetry and still think that a well-constructed mystery is very much like a well-constructed sonnet. Both are artificial forms. Both start off in one direction and then, with a twist of the concluding couplet/surprising ending, both reveal that they were headed somewhere different all the time.”

“Wheresoe'er I turn my view, All is strange, yet nothing new: Endless labor all along, Endless labor to be wrong: Phrase that Time has flung away; Uncouth words in disarray, Trick'd in antique ruff and bonnet, Ode, and elegy, and sonnet.”