Sonnet VI: Scribo Ergo Sum

The essential of being is essential to be,
The absence thereof is a nuisance to bear.
Like fish in a stream knows not of its destiny,
And spends the eternity in idle affair.

To leave the print upon the parchment of time,
Is thus a noble venture to undertake.
For no one is born worthless and grime,
And everyone has a colossal in make.

But to waste time in overthinking is absurd,
To fear the worst, or to regret the loss.
To transcend thinking is thus more preferred,
To repeat the thoughts in verse is just cause.

         For Writing is the true release of the soul, O Novice.
         Bound thy words in the eternal memory of ages.

Sonnet IV: Honesty in Men is a Humourous Thing

Honesty in men is a humourous thing,
it divulges all, and leaves no mystery.
Honesty in poet is a dangerous thing,
it breaks the illusion of lexical sorcery.

Take for instance, the magician's trade.
Amazes the audience, aims to impress,
it demands precision, practice and grace.
Yet fails if not appear effortless.

And if perchance the beans are spilled,
Not worry but take pride in knowledge.
That your work, like a recluse hermit,
came back to aid the human lineage. 

Thus tis advise to conceal the art, O Novice
Let the trained eye trace it and gain eternal bliss. 

Sonnet III: Should simple things be done sans reflection

Should simple things be done sans reflection,
or poured on 'til they appear crumpled.
Should vexed matters be left in dejection,
or done hurriedly in a state o' rumpled.

Months pass sans matter, Matter passes too,
soon forgotten in the gyre of memory.
till an idle Tuesday night brings it anew,
The musings of mind vanquish the drudgery.

The eternal spring looses upon the mind,
It baths itself in ancient words and new.
Thus poetry is blessed upon man-kind,
The words spread like rays and debut.

For tis true ,no poetry springs from a moment,

but collects itself in a natural catchment.

A Pen resting upon paper