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Poetry Partners #18 A Blank Verse poem by Lov of 'Underthetamarindtree' (in iambic pentameter) The surf, sandy beach, mild breeze and the sun, The ocean yields its treasures, one by one, I am a child once again, who can still, From picking coral and shells, get a thrill, Like a mother’s bosom, the sea swells… Continue reading Humanity, past, or: Future
My 2nd ghazal All night through my dreams, bounce ping-pong words. Sometimes just one, though... at times, they THRONG ~ Words! They fly fast and slow; both high and low; Flash heavy and light; both short and long words. Encyclopedic; scientific; Literary; fun; even some song words Making a racket, bursting rockets; Cannons; thunder; and… Continue reading Sentenced, or: Worded
Sevenling (Hazy wisps of) Hazy wisps of last night's dream sequences lit upon the faintest glimmers of reflections swirling around fantasies beyond the reaches of my consciousness. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes this morning; savored the aroma of my coffee with a contented sigh; stepped out and breathed in Jerusalem's crisp autumn air.… Continue reading Back then, or: Hours later
My 2nd blank verse EPIGRAPH: We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams.–Jeremy Irons (b. 1948) ... regret and failure, hopelessness against bulwark stubborn the generation's this; responding before breathe and pause; pain and anger the stifle and, kiss, hug, smile shall I; do… Continue reading Memories, or: Dreams
An emoji 'free verse' (best viewed: on a computer screen & not in WordPress Reader) In a moment, 🧗♂️ it would be over again and he'd 🧗♂️ have to start over in the next... no, not this time. Grunting, 🤏 hand over hand, he scaled the 🧗♂️ uneven face of 🤏 the dream cliff, fingers… Continue reading Dreams, or: Stanzas
A kyrielle Through bedroom window, warm breeze blew. Deposited by lush forest, They floated at the threshold to Magic realm where tall trees chorused. Before them, floated small canoe... Carried them to shimmering lake. They floated at the threshold to Stars mirrored in ripples opaque. Upwards, then higher, on they flew. As threads of heavens… Continue reading Never, or: Their wildest dreams
A triolet Are you reading these words as I dream? Am I now dreaming these words you're reading? We know nought of life but how things seem... Are you reading these words as I dream? Exists there but one mutual thought-stream? Is individualism merely misleading? Are you reading these words as I dream? Am I… Continue reading Dreams, or: Seems
Chant poetry Node node Nobody knows knows me node Node node node Nobody comes knocking node Node node Nowhere nowhere nowhere node Node node node Notes notes notes are written node Node node Nobody can read them node Node node node Notes are notes notes are played node Node node Nobody can hear them node… Continue reading Undone, or: Nowhere
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