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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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On Optimism: blank verse
One can suppose those clouds are silver-lined, that just around the corner lies great joy, and what appears today both bleak and sad tomorrow may turn out to be rainbows. Let anyone suggest such dandy things and all the world … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, blank verse, daily poems, division, futility, illusion, optimism, poetic forms
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Politisaur: bestiary
It crawls – more like a slither, for its legs are short and curled beneath its awkward bulk – and in this ambulation, leaves a trail: rough scales, small bits of food, and rivulets of an almost translucent, greasy sweat. … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, beasts, bestiary, daily poems, depravity, monsters, poetic forms, politician
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Some Sense of Meaning: ballade
The world is what it is, the pundits claim; and City Hall no pugilists defeat. No matter where you go, things stay the same; you either like your bourbon iced, or neat. A thing is in itself almost complete; just … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, ballade, daily poems, French verse forms, futility, human understanding, limitation, meaning, philosophy, poetic forms
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The Dance: balada
And there upon a hardwood floor the dancers gather, to once more repeat the steps and spin around betwixt mid-air and solid ground, their minds affixed on meter’s mark, the breath between time’s light and dark, a march toward a … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, balada, daily poems, dance, formality, illusion, poetic forms, relationship, tradition
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