Blank verse in iambic pentameter
My favorites are the free birds that - well, you know... You know? Whereas I'm all like, 'How do I stick a whatsit into the round binkadink, wrapped in floojipples? Maybe a shibboing would do it?' I'm amazed that some of those splendid creatures don't get much attention, or sometimes are dismissed as colorless. Sure, their plumes lack the glossy sheen of kept pets in shiny cages, but, really, they should all be spreading their wings- -whoosh- up- past the- -swish- into loop-de-loops, soaring into spins through -zip- -zoom- with me holding on for dear life, thick emotions coursing / heart pounding / anticipating - more, more, give me more -please- of that raw worm you're chewing up with such gusto, relish, perhaps, for a hotdog. I'd gladly be a swine, rooting at the rank, wet guano they casually drop from the heavens.
Let’s write poetry together!
When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.–Ben Harper (b. 1969)
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