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Tag Archives: war
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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Tagged #BookofForms, acceptance, doomsday, games, illusion, John Skelton, poetic forms, Skeltonics, tumbling verse, war
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It Is Their Flag: roundelay
Almost in spite, some fools seem to keep trying. They seek a balance where mad chaos reigns; they fight for life, despite death’s constant sighing, giving their all for sake of what remains. It is their flag that in the … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, courage, English verse forms, John Dryden, perseverance, poetic forms, roundelay, sacrifice, struggle, war
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The Threshing Floor: englyn cyrch
Give an answer, if you can, where doubts plague each fighting man weighting healthy action down and distracting from good plans; where blind fear is laying waste to fresh brick and mortar paste shielding helpless, sick and poor, from the … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, battle, englyn cyrch, grief, honor, poetic forms, war, Welsh verse forms
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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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Random Theory: cyhydedd naw ban
No bright, bleeding edge technology can by itself inspire us to see beyond the limitations that bind us to solutions posed by old minds, gurus and mentors with rigid ways, and coaches still running ancient plays. The revolution cannot be … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, cyhydedd naw ban, peace, poetic forms, revolution, technology, tools, war, Welsh verse forms
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Imagining the Cost: common measure
For those hard up against the wall, imagining the cost they pay for each small victory, compared to what is lost, when those who may yet stand refuse and meekly kneel, or worse, just fold their praying hands against reason’s … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, battle, bravery, common measure, cowardice, hymnal stanza, poetic forms, short hymnal stanza, short measure, war
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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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