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Tag Archives: daily poems
Tall Tales: anagram
If you would tell tall tales, at least refrain from stale cliché, and try, when your imagination fails, to steal with a light and creative touch. If you would wipe clean story’s slate before you start “once on a time”, … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, anagram, creativity, daily poems, poetic forms, tales
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The Last Word: amphigory
Both must belong to neither’s outside in; besides, it’s either up or down or spin. And anyway, what’s more is always less, and wears at Tuesday noon its Sunday best. What’s done is almost never cooked quite through, and makes … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, amphigory, daily poems, nonsense, nonsense verse, poetic forms, wit
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Only Dream: alcaics
I cannot seek for infinite solutions, spend endless hours harboring discussion, just lurking in some thoughtful quagmire, patiently awaiting final judgment. How vain to think such artifice delivers a useful purpose, meaningful salvation, the precious jewel for reason’s scepter dispensing … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, alcaics, answers, daily poems, futility, philosophy, poetic forms, truth
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At Dawn: alba or aubade
At dawn the mist still lingers on the lawn: the shortening shade, like Avalon, seeks wisps of cloud to linger on but soon surrenders, and is gone. At dawn the world, by inches, cracks its eyes: and in the place … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, #LewisTurco, alba, aubade, daily poems, dawn, love, morning, poetic forms
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Happy New Year: an acrostic
H ow many times must we repeat the same old lines, a nd with conviction try to p rove that our broken and misguided p olicies provide us with medicine and not poison that y ou and I so joyfully … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, #LewisTurco, acrostic, daily poems, poetic forms
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I Wonder, St. Patrick
Oh Paddy, oh Paddy! Long have you and I held difference perspectives, not seen eye to eye, nor found much in common, through legend or faith, or some shared experience wrangling with wraiths. I wonder, St. Patrick; and wonder makes … Continue reading
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Tagged ancestors, daily poems, death, Druids, Ireland, perspective, St. Patrick
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No End of Days
The world has not yet made its final twirl around a sun still managing to burn; the seasons, although changed somewhat of late, continue with their ceaseless promenade. Both wise and foolish prattle on no end, with new results no … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, apocalypse, blank verse, change, daily poems, fear, inevitability, promise
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