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A Thing Survives: byr a thoddaid
So: can a thing survive a fall, then lift itself enough to crawl from where it lands to some safe place, to heal and hide its bruised, scarred face until the foe that pushed it down has doubt it ever … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, byr a thoddaid, combat, daily poems, poetic forms, regret, retaliation, survival, Welsh verse forms
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The Simple Life: a bucolic
The simple life, that free from care and vain illusion we once led, in whose embrace our flourishing and true existence found their height, and with such grace evolved from beasts, abandoned filth and savage ways, escaped the snares of … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, bucolic, daily poems, emptiness, illusion, nostalgia, pastoral elegy, poetic forms
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Hope and Despair
How fleet of foot is dream-spun Hope; and how Despair, her lead-shoed sister, trips a clumsy way to fill her place! How fair and rosy Hope’s sweet cheeks; and how their bloom is lost to mind as glum Despair’s sad … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, dance, despair, entendre, fantasy, hope, illusion
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The Renaissance Myth: bref double
If genius is the thing that saves mankind by pulling it along above the mud, and with the rarest spark, inducing flames to warm against the night the coldest souls, then why does the world still seem deaf and lame? … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, atrophy, balance, beef double, daily poems, evolution, French verse forms, genius, poetic forms
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She Saved Me: brag
If she don’t know it, it ain’t worth knowing; all my good ideas, she had when she was still growing; the movie of my life, she saw the preview showing; she was up winning my race before I started rowing. … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, brag, daily poems, feminine energy, gender, poetic forms, praise, relationship
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The World Begins: bob and wheel
Today the world begins or ends; we celebrate both birth and death, and in between, our lives stretch on in days and nights all much the same. Who is to blame? Some fools would blame the child, while others seek … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, anglo-saxon prosody, battle, bob and wheel, daily poems, defense, doubt, illusion, poetic forms, transformation
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Not Those Kind of Blues: blues sonnet
There is no need to holler or to shout, no need to raise a holler shouting out; those ain’t the kind of blues I’m talking ‘bout. The world is in a worry, sure enough, the world is full of worry, … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, awareness, blues sonnet, blues stanza, daily poems, depression, fear, poetic forms, resignation
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