Sonnet 57 ~ My Sacrifice

Sonnet 57 ~ My Sacrifice

l'amour est cécité

I am yours only; all I am waits for you alone mon amour

However long the hours and days, until your onset.

Time means nothing to me, I stand still,

There, but for the grace of you go I.

Time holds no resentment

As the sands of time sift and hourglass turns.

Nor do I indigently waver about in your absence;

When you left me behind, into the wild, seeking your path of destiny.

I close off jealous thought; refusing to question obscurity

My thoughts wonder to find you; dreaming of where you are, what you're doing.

Amongst tears and rain; my reverence clings to nothing of substance or concern.

How joyful must be those enlightened by your presence;

Semper fidelis am I; such a fool for love, that only your will be done,

Whatever your will be; your perfect love is all I see.

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 57

Sonnet 9 ~ Selfish Abomination

Sonnet 9 ~ Selfish Abomination

Do you fear the tears of your loss upon bride’s eyes

That you choose to remain living a life alone.

But, if you die without leaving a legacy, a new life behind,

The entire world cries; as if it were thyself thy widowed bride.

Nature’s energy will mourn and cry evermore,

The loss of beauty’s replication.

If you were to leave behind beloved wife,

She could see your soul reflected in your child’s eye.

A shiftless fool wastes money imprudently

Yet the money still exists within the world for others' greed.

But if thou waste beautiful manifestation; it is lost forever,

Eternally vanished and unearthed.

Whosoever chooses such a path of selfish abomination

Be loveless to anything and anyone else.

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 9

Sonnet 8 ~ Song of Songs to None

Sonnet 8 ~ Song of Songs to None

You are the music of my heart; so why now is the music such sad melody for you?

My happiness resounds beautiful echoes of your soul, without confrontation.

Why do you partake in such circumstance that brings no joy to you freely.

And with such dissension; you listen anyway?

When true beauty resonates, in perfect tune and

Harmony of union, but still bothersome to your ears,

It is only because your heart is closed in discord

You deny synchronization, forbearing your pact, and miss the beat of ancestry’s tradition.

Can’t you see how the piano keys work so beautifully together

Creating such beauty in accordance and stance,

As a husband, wife and child, celebrated one of multiple note

Create such beautiful song; articulating magnificent union and entity of love.

But you in blank verse, and distorted note,

Sing alone; song of songs to none.

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 8

Sonnet 7 ~ Lonely Tides at Sunset

Sonnet 7 ~ Lonely Tides at Sunset

Upon sunrise,

We awaken and welcome

A brand new day,

For the sunshine is a source of greatest love;

Heavenly light stretches across the sky, from dusk till dawn it climbs onward,

As a young man’s vigor in the beauty of life’s prime.

Brothers and sisters continuously seek reverence in basking in the glory.

Celebrating ascension and day’s great solstice;

Until lengths reach summit’s great grasp, and grows weary

Succumbing to the shadows of night’s great tide, falls and fades,

So too, the submissive eyes and scattered attentions of man

Turning anew and looking onward in other directions:

As it will be with you, as time encrypts upon you,

You too will face night’s great tide, forever capturing your legacy with its merciless undertow, unless a child is born.

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 7

Sonnet 6 ~ Don't Fall Victim to Winter's Fury

Sonnet 6 ~ Don't Fall Victim to Winter's Fury

don’t neglect your youth and risk your legacy. don't allow hard times to destroy your dream! love anyway, and... shine on!

Don’t allow winter’s ebb to entangle you in darkness

Or destroy your inner light from shining bright in new day’s dawn

Plant the seeds of life with love’s companion,

or risk demise of thou bloom.

For in neglecting offspring’s desires; love’s early blossom, will surly wilt and perish

Great strength and generous fruit of life sprout

With love’s acceptance and reciprocation.

Nurturing and growth of one in one’s own image, gives ten times great joy.

And joy multiplies tenfold when increased in numbers,

Establishing joy in equality to one’s legacy.

Then, if thou were to breathe last breath, death holds no root.

Your beauty continued and emergent through new origin of offspring.

Selfishness in time of beauty’s ripe harvest is undue; you are so beautiful

Too beautiful to be overtaken by death’s cold chill; leaving you nothing but brittle bones lost among winter’s darkest night; and thine own legacy destroyed of worms come springtime’s light.

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 6

Sonnet 5 ~ Sunshine Generates Life Anew

Sonnet 5 ~ Sunshine Generates Life Anew

Time creates such beauty and builds character

Captures the hearts and sights while youthfully aglow,

but fades without hesitation as the bell of ageless clock tolls:

Time’s discriminatory fruits harvest among their fundamental nature.

Summertime all bright excels so quickly to

Cover us under winter's white blankets cold;

Everything under heaven falls asleep,

Water frozen through and branches crack:

But, still beauty shines through the frosted window frame, sunshine’s ray of hope,

A fine warm glow, touching the face, warms the soul,

Beauty succeeds beauty where the chill of snow dispels and grey of short day fade,

To darkness of the night, now cold and alone:

But, light drawn through the greenhouse; gives life wherein winter’s natural furry's untouched.

Not frozen to darkness; but blooms alive with new life.

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 5

Sonnet 4 ~ Mercy of Thy Beauty's Choice Defines Oneself

Sonnet 4 ~ Mercy of Thy Beauty's Choice Defines Oneself

Reckless youth, why do you gamble such

Risking extinction of your beautiful heritage?

Life is a beautiful gift naturally given,

As received by those who embrace as such.

In magnitude, you are beautiful and blessed, yet wasteful and frivolous

With the beauty and love you possess yet choose to give nothing in return?

Successful, you are surmounted in luck

Yet, you jeopardize immortality’s prospect?

You travel life’s highways and far places, gaining much experience and knowledge in others

Yet, you’re only hurting yourself in the long run on this path.

For life carries on, and if you don’t notice time’s consent and embrace the waters provided freely via nature’s fountain of youth,

You depart this life engulfed in loneliness, leaving nothing fruitful to your name.

Your decisions, wealth, memories and reflection all be unknown to anyone and untouched thereafter,

Extension of thyself prevents the demise of your bountiful love and beauty as intended amongst the universal realm.

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 4

Sonnet 3 ~ Facing the Man in the Mirror

Sonnet 3 ~ Facing the Man in the Mirror

You there, the man in the mirror, speak to your reflection.

The time is at hand to create beauty in one’s own image;

For any haste risks the extension of your legacy,

depriving the world and confidante lover of neonate provenience.

For where is she, but in plain view; fair maiden of pure enveloped womb

who would not deny you, and yields prevailing admiration of your true integrity and ambition?

Who is oneself to stifle this reverie and think so highly of himself

alone eliminating the very being of his own existence.

You were fabricated of your mother’s love and reflection, as she a reflection of you

In you, she celebrates the beauty of youth’s delight

So it is for you, to relish in youths reflection inspired in your own children’s laughter and light.

Amidst looking into the face of father time himself.

If thou chooses to relinquish this bequest, be remembered no more,

The endless night accompanied by empty room and tempered glass.

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 3

Sonnet 23 ~ My Heart Sings in Silent Note

Sonnet 23 ~ My Heart Sings in Silent Note
un acteur nerveux sur l’étape centrale

Just as an ill-prepared actor standing center stage,

overcome with fear and loss of expression,

or like a disorientated wild creature,

who's cupidity weakens the heart;

so I, apprehensive and feeble to declare

the things you ought to; should, hear mon amore,

love reaching new-fangled importance appearing to fester

bamboozled by my clouded understanding.

Oh, let my verse be the messenger,

speaking from the depths of my heart

become thy voice and plead for love's divine affirmation

is greater song and stance than my voice alone can declare.

Oh, that you can read these silent notes, lines and chords that go unexpressed!

That love endow predilection to hear with your eyes and read between the lines.

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 23

Sonnet 21 ~ Priceless

Sonnet 21 ~ Priceless
vous êtes simplement beau

I, unlike any other prior, am poet non-inspired by good looks and aires;

After all… good looks always seem so plain…

I refuse to indulge your ego to lift you beyond universal realms,

Such others may compare you to everything beautiful…

As if all things bright were beautiful…

The very brightest star in the universe,

As spring’s first tulip were the most bountiful bloom

Or the most precious gems washed along shore following the storm.

Let me confess… my love for you is pure… and I only write truth,

Believe in me; the obvious… when I say, you are simply beautiful.

Not so much as Godly light; but beautiful individuality abounds

It is not necessary to emit tired words or visit inadequate clichés.

As idle talk, pretentious praise and erroneous gossip alike are meaningless;

No haste; as nothing has a price among the midst of you and I.

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespear sonnet 21

Sonnet 18 ~ For my Muse; Mon Amour

Sonnet 18 ~ for my muse; mon amour

How is this possible... a starstruck profound awakening?

So beautiful so contented and reflection of thyself:..

My being stunned and enthused like the brisk snows weighing January chill,

Heavy snowfall such flies quickly to thaw:

To the cold piercing ice of which heaven dispels,

And the sun’s brightest sparkle of snowflake drenched confetti;

Floats beyond, up and far dissipating into cloud,

Nature turns in sync of universal time;

Yet the bone chilling shutter raves and resides inside my shell,

Embedded tenure not to worry as belongs to thee;

Will not fade nor melt away in the sunlight’s ray,

Continuous joy and enlightenment soars;

On soft touch, melting magnificence sight such adornment alike,

So this yearning gives breath of my existence wherein you reside with me.

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 18

Sonnet 2 ~ Ashes to Dust

Sonnet 2 ~ Ashes to Dust

Thirty summers shine and wither thy expression,

Such the nature of beauty and abundance rages beyond thy crest,

Youth’s radiance and zest, minored now to existence,

The wind takes it like milkweed seeds floating wayward, unnoticed:

Disappearing into sky, wherein the beauty goes,

Such a shame to see the vibrancies of child fray,

To see, within thyself, darker circles, vision tattered,

Now resentful and longing for yesterday.

Did I use thy youth to greatest acclaim,

Now sulking in what was once envied and glorious.

Is dismissed, forgotten, passed by, in absence of sweet child of mine.

No account of myself left to praise, and excuse is hard to find,

No beauty by succession thine.

Nothing newly surfaced to reach beyond,

No passage of spring to ignite warmth of summer, only spawn ashes to dust.

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 2

Sonnet 1 ~ Lost Splendor

Sonnet 1 ~ Lost Splendor

May the beauty all abound continue to magnificently increase,

So spring’s first glow may never pass,

Though as falls inevitable fate darkened dawn and weakened sun,

The stable current remains firm on stipulation adhered,

But if you only see the brightened high tides,

Belligerently capturing wave and sunset alone,

Basking in the early light and frolicking in loves full moon without caution,

Gaining gratitude thyself for thyself solitarily,

Fair skinned maiden on the shore of paradise now,

Only treading the shallow waters pre vast deluge,

You dispel and neglect early morning’s dew,

Allowing day’s era to capture and stir to fore,

Befall the brilliance all within your surroundings or be therein epicure,

Dwell among the world’s lost splendor; unless ascertain to the whirl of ocean’s ebb.

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 1

Sonnet 102 ~ From Surprise to Surprise

Sonnet 102 ~ From Surprise to Surprise

Desire reaching new heights; paralyzed by unrelenting thought;

adoration persists amongst deficiency of my actions.

I wish not this love be exploited; as so many a fool quick to liberate

yet by pen mon amore is ubiquitously prominent.

This brilliant allure stifled by spring and summertime’s ebb,

when I wish to tirelessly etch into memoirs

as the beautiful winged angel welcomes and echos in summer’s brilliance along the shore,

and as beautiful how season fades into season towards impede.

the somber seagulls dolefully flock and fade into the distance; not that the song is
less beautiful as the first note

but, how the stance and exasperating echoes pierce the quiet in profusion.

For in hearing voices pulsate how loveliness becomes so plain.

So to sit in silence forbearing my soul to solitude of your thought only,

for you alone; I resist to sing the monotonous song; but want only to carry you on... from surprise to surprise.

~ j. marshon
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 102

Sonnet 30 ~ On Thought of You Only

Sonnet 30 ~ On Thought of You Only

in silence i tread alone; surviving on thought of you only...

In silence I delve deep into mine own soul

conjuring thought, moment and memory faded,

I morn the haste and bustle of mislaid possibility,

distraught of missed opportunity set before me:

Tears torrent where never tread before,

This road twists and turns to it’s inevitable impede,

In transit I weep on instance long since believed secure,

Heartache I descend upon light and laughter departed:

I decry to dwell on past instances replicated,

In solitude alone among lost anguish

pitiful sobs of lost defeat prior,

cry moreover willingly as if I had not experienced the fight before.

encircled by torrent condition, la pensée de toi mon amour,

displaced is my collapse and hope renewed.

~ j. secen
adaptation of w. shakespeare sonnet 30

Sonnet 61 ~ Je pense à toi seulement

Sonnet 61 ~ je pense à toi seulement

je suis confus, confondu et seul désespérément perdu avec la pens

What to do; I am perplexed… is it your will that I dwell on thought of you

Sweet thought fills my somnolent dreams each night…

Is it your desire to consume my every waking hour?

Night’s faint light marked with beautiful apparitions of your soul?

Is it even possible that you think of me as I of you? Do you impart this profound connection of spirit from where you are?

You pry into the depths of my heart; where you invade my every thought to discover this unrelenting desire discerning my idle hours…

… do you seek to ascertain my depths of disgrace?

Does desirous thought create such fury within?

How could it be… not you… you don’t have such feelings? You do love… and love is… but, not that strong in gauge:

Maybe it is only my covetousness that obstructs my dreams to generate wakeful nights;

Mine own true love detains all of me; all I am, all that is…

For there is only you… I dream of you alone:

I believe and wait for those moments that entangle my display.

And you arise without me… so far away, I grow stifled and reticent as you are subsist; entertained by imposing company.

~ j. marshon
adaptation w. shakespeare sonnet 61

Sonnet 116 ~ Love Story

Sonnet 116 - Love Story

histoire d'amour

There is no reasoning why two of exact mind and soul shall not become one.

Love is not love that succumbs to the challenges,

Or descends amongst the changing tides as heavy waters, distance and time take their toll,

But surmounts headstrong; treading water, remaining afloat amidst betrayal of adulterated wrongs.

No, love is a lighthouse, a rock of ages.

That admits the breakers and weathers the hard hitting storms, unshaken by natures furry.

It is the light that guides the rolling stone, carries through and brings one home.

Whose integrity and stance measure in abundance; but greatest significance forever unknown!

Love is not bemused by youthful splendor's ebb,

That changes direction as the shore descends and tides wither:

Love does not alter course set by clock, calendar or stars in passing sky,

But bears it out enduring all until the long end of endless night.

If it were not so; and I off beam proven otherwise,

I take back all I've ever professed (love wins); and no other has known this infinite love.

~ j. marshon
adaptation w. shakespeare sonnet 116





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