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Poetry Partners #35 'I am a poem', a poem by paeansunplugged of 'paeansunpluggedblog' I am a poem, read me syllable by syllable let the vowels roll around your tongue at will immerse yourself in the free flow of rhythm undulating whimsically in its own rhyme the meter; sometimes measured. But oft not! Read me at… Continue reading I am a poet, or: A poem
A quadrille In the form of a Than Bauk Just got the news that my muse has refused to aid me - betrayed me! Dismayed, I sigh. Thus denied, words won't fly without her about; and rerouting thoughts through new dots just leaves knotted lines. Undermined, I'm inclined to throw in my worn towel. Than… Continue reading Mutiny, or: Inner space
My 1st Minute Poem I wish I could express my thoughts, Twisted in knots, Too tightly wound, Can't find the sounds. Even words written defy me, Hiding shyly From angsty dreams, From muffled screams Even when lines and verses flow I always know they all fall short - my truth distort Minute Poetry The Minute… Continue reading Writing, or: The wall
My 2nd Lai My engines are fired up, as is required for flight. Coffee has me wired, but nothing's transpired tonight. Though I feel inspired, my brain's much too tired to write. I dream of heartaches, of mountains, of lakes, still, vast. Then, morning, I wake; it's come time to make breakfast. Oh, for goodness… Continue reading No bed, or: Roses
Thoughts are rolling 'round My mind on language wheels and carousels Building momentum From the spin and leaping off Into the air Grabbing ahold of trapeze words Hanging from lines of lexicon On and on they spring and swing Tumbling free Through whispering breeze Then catching bows of gossiping trees Who mock as they are… Continue reading Thought, or: Language
My 2nd Duodora EPIGRAPH: To be, or not to be, that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troublesAnd by opposing end them.(from Hamlet, spoken by Hamlet) Sitting, thinking about rhythms and rhymes; syllables and forms; lines and enjambments;… Continue reading To be, or: Not to be
A Cywydd Llosgyrnog Reeling from throes of writer's block; Dazed, watching hands tick 'round the clock; I, pale, gawk ~ at empty screen. Imagination rocked by storms; Dense jungle of poetic forms; Wild words swarm ~ roused by caffeine.
Warning: This is a kvetchy post Kvetch /kəˈveCH, kfeCH/ INFORMAL • NORTH AMERICAN noun: kvetch; plural noun: kvetches a person who complains a great deal"She emerges as something of a kvetch, constantly nagging Rick."a complaint"'They don't make 'em like they used to' has become an all-purpose kvetch." verb: kvetch; 3rd person present: kvetches; past tense: kvetched; past participle: kvetched; gerund or present participle: kvetching ORIGIN Middle High… Continue reading What’s worse than Shabbat? Double Shabbat!
The skeptic's kaddish 
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