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The Moment’s Warmth: katauta
Why do we seek something beyond?
The morning sun comes up without our permission,
and warms us in spite of ourselves. Continue reading
Posted in Lines
Tagged #BookofForms, daily poems, daylight, Japanese verse forms, katauta, light, paradox, poetic forms, stars
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Who Really Knows: mondo
What is the point? A blue flower opens.
Who sees a flower? The sky is cloudless.
Where are we going? A wave tickles the sand.
Who feels the current? The wind tastes salty.
Why do we not know? A butterfly passes.
Who sees tomorrow? The moment is endless. Continue reading
Posted in Lines
Tagged #BookofForms, daily poems, illusion, Japanese verse forms, mondo, ocean, poetic forms, reality, time
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Haters Loss: hir a thoddaid
Haters gonna hate; what else can they do?
Once you choose hate, other options fall through.
What other room is left inside of you
when all your passion, whether red or blue,
is given to your foes, who then control
your very soul? You know that is true. Continue reading
Posted in Lines
Tagged #BookofForms, choices, control, daily poems, hatred, hir a thoddaid, poetic forms, violence, Welsh verse forms
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On Poetry and Prettiness
Poetry does not need to be pretty.
It is a distillation of images, of ideas,
to their primary essence.
Poetry is not about cleverness,
although you have to smart to use it well.
Maybe not book-smart,
but your eyes need to see the world
as it is, as it could be, and as it was:
and each in the other two. Continue reading
Posted in Lines
Tagged distillation, imagery, imagination, poetry, poets, purpose, writing
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On Fertilizer: heroic sonnet
There is far too much bullshit in the world:
we spent our time so frivolously, in vain,
imagining the great flag we’ve unfurled
will leave the battlefield whole and unstained,
its edges still unraveled, pure, uncurled,
and with it, all our honor, in the main,
left un-besmirched. Our enemies, those churls,
will die in ignobility and pain. Continue reading
Posted in Lines
Tagged #BookofForms, belief, bullshit, daily poems, heroic couplet, heroic sonnet, heroics, Italian quatrain, poetic forms, power, victory
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Absolute Nonsense
Today’s Krishnamurti-inspired question: is evil the ultimate result or end-game of a gradual reduction in good, or is evil the ultimate result of a gradual reduction in evil, the end being a state in which good or evil is absolutely and only itself, being absolutely absent from the other? Continue reading
Posted in Planes
Tagged absolutes, dichotomy, evil, good, illusion, Krishnamurti, perfection, philosophy, relationships
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Wake Up: gwawdonyn hir
Wake up! The dawn is slowly creeping
behind the darkness. Just stop sleeping.
Dry those nightmare tears; end your weeping,
else your other dreams worth keeping
lose momentum and never see the light.
Right now is the only time to fight.
Please heed your urgent alarm’s beeping. Continue reading
Posted in Lines
Tagged #BookofForms, action, awakening, daily poems, gwawdodyn hir, poetic forms, resistance, time, Welsh verse forms
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