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Tag Archives: illusion
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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Tagged #BookofForms, battle, daylight, death, englyn proest gadwynog, hope, illusion, poetic forms, Welsh verse forms
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What Happens Next
What makes reality ever so puzzling that vain attempting to just pin it down becomes a deception ensnared in illusion, naught but a fleeting smile behind a frown? What then of fantasy? Will we think ecstasy merely a distraction from … Continue reading
Glory Evermore: dirge
With slow and silent steps it comes encroaching on the day, the shadow of the night that grows to fill the world with gray. Oh, come and join the battle, child, for glory evermore. War on its march to midnight … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, battle, dirge, futility, glory, illusion, poetic forms, sacrifice, war
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Cut the Crap: descort
You seek for “truth”: for the origin of being, the thing in itself, but either don’t look hard enough, or waste time looking in the wrong spot. It’s right here: the meaning is no recipe, it is not the history … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, descort, French verse forms, illusion, imagination, perception, philosophy, poetic forms, vanity
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Shape the Now: cyrch a chwta
It’s yesterday we cling to, that we prefer to what’s new, choosing safety, not what’s true: life goes on, us with it too. It has no rules; memories do, and don’t shift the world and skew the facts used to … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, choices, cyrch a chwta, future, illusion, memory, now, poetic forms, Welsh verse forms
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Battle Positions: casbairdne
Assume battle positions: each gun states its conditions for damning to perdition those it slams with derision. The war horns sound, confounding the loud screams, so dumbfounding, as drums and jackboots pounding start death’s song wild resounding. The chaos, so … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, casbairdne, futility, illusion, Irish verse forms, poetic forms, war
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The World is Full of Magic: carole
Though some now say it comes to nil The world is full of magic still The end is nigh, soothsayers scry, and from their parapets do cry “Beware the evil that draws nigh!” – though some now say it comes … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, battle, carol, carole, daily poems, illusion, magic, noel, poetic forms, reality
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