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Call It Madness: mad song
You gawk and call it madness, a sickness that afflicts the weak of mind, the poor, the kind; by gods, you’re such a prick. You practice looking sideways, avoiding the fool’s eyes: a damning mirror, where you see clearer your … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, awareness, hypocrisy, madsong, nonsense, poetic forms, sanity
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The Last Word: amphigory
Both must belong to neither’s outside in; besides, it’s either up or down or spin. And anyway, what’s more is always less, and wears at Tuesday noon its Sunday best. What’s done is almost never cooked quite through, and makes … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, amphigory, daily poems, nonsense, nonsense verse, poetic forms, wit
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Cannon Fodder
When all else fails (and at some point it will), so all that’s left to us is simply talk, the victors will be those with basic skills for making idle words seem like a walk through all the rhetoric and … Continue reading
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Tagged attention, daily poems, fatalism, history, nonsense, poetic forms, rhetoric, sonnet
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The Cure is Worse
To make it work, you need, in fact, an ounce of this, a pinch of that: two whiskers from a stubborn cat, a half an ounce of bacon fat, a blade of grass from a cow pat, three specks of … Continue reading
Grr the Glab-Glab
My name is Shaba Waba, The Grr the Glab-glab man; I learned to Grr the Glab-glab, Although not many can. I love to Grr the Glab-glab, and I will tell you why if I can’t Grr the Glab-glab I’ll hang … Continue reading
The Cow Sutra: a double dactyl
Higgledy-piggledy, Tabitha Johnson went to the marketplace and bought a cow, spur of the moment, unpremeditated. She had no need for it but owns it now. Higgledy-piggledy, Samuel Swanson met Tabby halfway home crying the blues. “What will I do?” … Continue reading
Speech Between the Fallen – a cywyyd deuair hyrion
Must I explain it once more? Try hard to fight the boredom that most likely will ensue the moment you think useless any viewpoint but your own, and on your cragged and stony field, let germinate a seed of mine. … Continue reading
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Tagged argument, communication, cywydd deuair hyrion, daily poems, debate, nonsense, Welsh verse forms
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