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Tag Archives: French verse forms
Round Again: chanso
And so around again: the how, the where, the when; could be and might have been; the raven or the wren. The sword versus the pen: in battles now and then it’s hard to tell who wins; the line is … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, chanso, cycles, daily poems, energy, French verse forms, futility, infinity, patterns, poetic forms, recycling, reincarnation
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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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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 Know of Unclouding: descort
What if I thought for just a moment of some mitigating circumstance that might prove beyond a shadow of doubt the single truth behind all appearances, and in that fleeting instant, found instead of solid rock, just cloud, and what … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, descort, French verse forms, ignorance, illusion, knowledge, paradox, poetic forms, thought
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The Press Conference: descort
No outrage, just amused (perhaps its because I can’t stand the sound of his voice) It reminds me of a song by Robyn Hitchcock “He’s the president of Europe and he’s talking to the dead / They’re the only ones … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, descort, French verse forms, George W Bush, marketing, mass media, poetic forms, politics, publicity
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