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Don’t Worry, Be Happy: canzone
Canto I. Don’t Worry There is no cause for worry or alarm. The world will carry on despite your fears; true love will never languish in the arms of its emotions’ mirror once there found, though those who seek destruction … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, belief, canzone, daily poems, happiness, ignorance, illusion, Italian verse forms, worry
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What is Beauty: cancione
So what is beauty, really? As a requisite to love it seems far too subjective, just some desire’s beguiling design to snare a victim. So what is beauty, really? A figment caught by the eye (or nature-made to seem thus) … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, beauty, cancione, daily poems, illusion, Italian verse forms, love, poetic forms, senses, time
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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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