A Copla Real with chiasmus No one jus' happens to make it; You gotta go make it happen! When down, you gotta recommit. What- you 'bout to give up again? Stiffen your lip 'n don't submit! Life really hard, I mus' admit; But when it hardest, that jus' when- When you jus' mad enough to… Continue reading Make it happen, or: Happen to make it?
My 2nd Copla Real EPIGRAPH: All has become quiet in Moscow.-Count L. N. Tolstoy (1828 – 1910), 'The Cossacks', 1878 Their fearful faces told him more than what they were too scared to say; he looked from them towards the door, from where she'd been taken away for the crime of uttering, "War." Across the way,… Continue reading Knelt down, or: Stood red tulips
Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person spontaneously began writing verses back and forth to one another over the Internet. Their first poetry project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their oeuvre, the two decided to continue their creative… Continue reading The Quintilla, or: Form verses creativity
My 1st copla real One point at the back of my head That is where all the caffeine goes I quiver, held up by a thread Until thick dark ambrosia flows Without which I'd rather be dead Lethargy and feebleness spread My mind convulsing in dry throes Running late is what I most dread While… Continue reading Coffee, or: Ambrosia