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What is Abuse, Neglect, and Exploitation?
What is Abuse, Neglect, and Exploitation? That was in the text but not the title of some [there’s a whole lot of mandatory refresher and update style review, testing, demonstrating, and proving] of this year’s annual employee training. [Be warned: … Continue reading
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Tagged abuse, exploitation, humor, life, living, neglect, philosophy, politics
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A Soul in Cement: sonnet (sonetto rispetto)
I will not live my whole life just to spite
one more imagined evil at my door,
some cloud determined to block out my light,
or leave my spirit destitute. No more.
Why be a tool for either left or right,
when a binary choice is still piss-poor?
You’re always wrong when you pick just one side,
and where you end depends on how you ride. Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, impermanence, life, poetic forms, purpose, sonetto rispetto, sonnet, truth
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Left of How: English sonnet
The world evolves without suspense or trick;
it is and it becomes, with no delay,
both seed and flower’s dried husk, derelict
from newborn babe within each single day.
What seems to be so permanent and cast
in stone, begins to crumble at its birth;
mere nothingness is all that seems to last –
and we know just exactly what that’s worth. Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, daily poems, English sonnet, illusion, life, living, permanence, poetic forms, Shakespearean sonnet, sonnet
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So Many Words
So many words for such a thing so smallit barely leaves a ripple at the shore,and all its no-so-grand comings and goingsare little noticed after, or before. So brief an episode is this thing life:a moment’s breath in an eternal … Continue reading
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Tagged breath, emptiness, iambic pentameter, impermanence, life, poetic forms, sonnet
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A Single Blink: triolet
A moment’s span is very little time; a single blink and half of it is gone. Not long enough to make ambition’s climb, a moment’s span is very little time, which makes its wasting quite a solemn crime. On such … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, French verse forms, illusion, life, poetic forms, time, tininess, triolet
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These Three Things: triad
On these three things the world depends: life purpose, effort and one’s friends. The first provides velocity: forward motion, destiny. The second supplements one’s sails when wind and tide desist or fail. The third reminds us to respect those in … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, effort, friendship, Irish verse forms, life, poetic forms, purpose, triad
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Plain Speaking: toddaid
“You must speak more plainly, sir,” he said, “Most men ignore the complicated. Their jaded minds and souls seek simple things: weak drinks, brutal sports, the understated.” “How much more sad that seems,” I made reply, “to have no dreams … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, life, poetic forms, pointlessness, struggle, toddaid, toil, Welsh verse forms, work
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