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Let Us Be Unbound: canzone
It happens once, and you can act surprised; the second time, maybe you didn’t see. But by the third occurrence, if your eyes don’t register it, you are either blind or willfully avoiding it. Disguise that as you wish, but it’s on you: if you don’t know, you’re telling yourself lies. Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, awareness, battle, canzone, daily poems, Italian verse forms, poetry forms, readiness
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Inside the Henhouse: byr a thoddaid
The danger isn’t always so clear;
sometimes, it can amplify our fear
in ways we do not recognize, or see, subtly in disguise.
We seem easily surprised by this,
wishing it were all lies. While we were sleeping, it crept in; destroying our sweet might-have-been. Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, awareness, byr a thoddaid, conditioning, daily poems, danger, poetic forms, Welsh verse forms
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Uncertain Eternity: bref double
Pretend we will not meet again on some bright future shore;
once they are gone, the things we love are gone forever more.
But then again, there is no me to miss them when they go;
I likewise will just disappear at some point, even though
I’d like to think eternal thoughts, and in some future, know
the secrets of the universe, and say, “I told you so.” Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, bref double, death, eternity, French verse forms, imagination, poetic forms, time
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The Sellout: brag
It’s hard to explain, but here’s living proof: he’s the piped piper pumping undisputed truth, a loud clarion shout to disenfranchised youth, wrapped up head to toe in a bright angel suit.
It doesn’t make much sense, but then again, what does? You never see the bees, but you can hear the buzz. Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, brag, marketing, morality, piped piper, poetic forms, politics, television
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The Bright Pearl: bob and wheel
The world is filled with ancient stuff;
it came alive before our time
enslaved it, chained to days and hours,
and thought its might could humbly serve
our desire.
We thought we knew the way:
might, right, and fire,
And so hastened the day
when our kingdoms expire. Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, anglo-saxon prosody, bob and wheel, illusions, kingdoms, persistence, poetic forms, power
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What Good Is It: blues sonnet
What good is it to stand and curse the dark? Yes, in the dark of night, to curse the dark? If you want some more light, create a spark.
What good can come from waiting out your time? What good can you get done, just doing time? To get out of a pit, you need to climb. Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, awareness, blues, blues sonnet, bravery, growth, poetic forms, resistance
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