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See Here Now: forensic poetry

“See here,” one poet said, “for beauty’s sake, I would enslave a thousand listless men, and though it cause the earth’s deep core to shake, would carve away the mountains with my pen that one and all might see as … Continue reading

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Walk Out: englyn proest gadwynog

I’m so tired of all this: the endless sense of hopeless; the evil creeping like mist; the feeling ever helpless. Walk out into the sunshine! Find anything that’s divine: some thing we share, yours and mine. Look past its flaws … Continue reading

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Lines from Our Epitaph: chant royal

’Tis morning, for the cock at dawn has crowed; and in the bustle of the waking day each wipes away the sleep and takes their load from where it slept – and moves along their way. Some burdens may seem … Continue reading

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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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Don’t You Cry: a chanson

Don’t you cry, if there ain’t no happy ending. Don’t ask why, if it’s on truth that you’re depending. Sometimes it seems it’s just time wasted if you dream; but keeping on dreaming, just the same. Don’t you cry; the … Continue reading

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I Love the Way: a blank verse

I love the way the world unfolds at times: in sudden spurts of random energy that interrupt a boring, same old day; and with a moment’s notice, nothing more, release some new unknown into the mix. I love the way … Continue reading

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Let Vain Cassandras Moan

Let vain Cassandras from their pulpits moan, decrying what velocity the world has chosen for its obvious descent; and in their sermons, demonize each day that dares to start as sunrise shattered dark. They make the Word a flesh that … Continue reading

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