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The Ancient Lie: tawddgyrch cadwynog

An ancient lie controls the world, its flag unfurled before the eye: that might is right; the mystery of history is that what light the meagre flame of truth reveals, the winner steals in a rigged game won by a … Continue reading

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Rainbows and sunshine: tanka

This note may be dark, but it reflects the weather. Besides, too much light fades color from everything. What a gray world that would make! Rainbows and sunshine do not help the whole world grow. There must be dark storms … Continue reading

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Let’s Toast: stave

It makes no sense to soldier on; the dusk looks so much like the dawn that even should the sun eclipse there is no cause to do backflips or celebrate the coming day. But come, let’s toast life, anyway! Each … Continue reading

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Causes Worth Fighting: Petrarchan sonnet

We each must choose the causes worth our fighting from a great myriad of pointless quests designed to breed confusion in our breasts and keep the fuse inside us from igniting. The frivolous is made to seem exciting; it titillates … Continue reading

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The World is Broken: skeltonics

The world is broken; Cassandras have spoken their tales of woe. Let teardrops flow; and as fear grows, watch kindness dry and those who try to counter lies with trust and truth lose friends and youth. As our illusions die, … Continue reading

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What is Love: sestina

Is love a thing that lasts, or a mere trinket, a toy that fascinates until it bores, a passing fancy, or eternal compact between two souls and never any more, a gift from gods above, or social stricture meant as … Continue reading

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In Between: séadna

Perhaps there is no in between; it’s either pitch black or light. You inch forward or slip backwards, fight each turn of day to night imagining in fierce battle you will lose your coward’s mask. Believing in some great reward, … Continue reading

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