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Author Archives: JRL
Blame the Mess: rondel supreme
The world’s become a ghastly mess,
and we have just ourselves to blame.
What good is keeping score? The game
we’re playing, who can guess?
There’s no use wailing in distress,
or pointing fingers. What a shame
the world’s become a ghastly mess,
and we have just ourselves to blame. Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, blame, confession, French verse forms, poetic forms, responsibility, rondel supreme
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Ways and Means: rondel
The means you use always define the end.
If that end is not beautiful, you know
somewhere beyond the last, most recent bend,
your principles dissolved into mere show,
that sense of purpose lost in “let’s pretend”
where only ambiguity can grow.
The means you use always define the end.
If that end is not beautiful, you know. Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, end, French verse forms, justification, means, morality, poetic forms, rondel
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You Are the Path: rondeau redoubled
The path you walk is yours to choose,
no matter where that journey starts
or how you follow the faint clues
that will distract you. If you’re smart,
you’ll use your eyes to look around,
to take in what you see, and use
the little things along the way.
The path you walk is yours to choose. Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, connection, destinations, French verse forms, journeys, poetic forms, rondeau redoubled
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Our Secret: rondeau
What is the secret we all seek?
Despite the clever words we speak,
our desperation grows and thrives,
infecting every segment of our lives,
convincing us that we are weak.
And those who struggle, we call freaks,
and hide away our flaws and leaks
away from others’ prying eyes.
That is the secret. Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, exploitation, French verse forms, illusion, poetic forms, rondeau, secrets, success
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What Is It: rispetto
What is it that we try to do?
It seems the same old tired song:
me being right, and blaming you
when everything around goes wrong.
What good does that do anyone,
when neither side can win or lose?
It’s not enjoyable or fun
for either team. Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, contests, Italian verse forms, poetic forms, resolution, rispetto, teams, winning
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Shut Up and Row: rionnaird tri-nard
Don’t ask me how I’m doing,
or just what I’ve been thinking.
I’m far too busy bailing
my little boat that’s sinking.
I must keep things in focus.
Do not keep up your prattle,
belay your hocus pocus.
It’s hard enough a battle. Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, attention, awareness, distraction, Irish verse forms, poetic forms, rionnaird tri-nard, struggle, work
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Out There: rime royal
You cannot heal a thing by using hate.
That salve infects a wound and makes it burn,
then die and rot. Then it is far too late
to blame the medicine you chose to take
for giving you results you didn’t see.
There’s no returning from such a mistake,
no happiness can bloom from enmity. Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, Chaucerian stanza, connection, English verse forms, hatred, impermanence, poetic forms, relationship, rime royal
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