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Poetry Partners #33 A poem by trE of 'A Cornered Gurl' the depth of love carries a torch of light it ushers in the kindness we need and lures fighters whose intentions are bright the heart a source not of stinginess or greed we long for understanding in this world our chances of finding it… Continue reading Holding on, or: Letting go
Poets on vacation? So, apparently the d'Verse Poets Pub goes on vacation twice annually - both in the summer and in the winter... meaning - there won't be any poetry prompts until 2022. Last time, during summer break, I was in the midst of working towards my goal of completing a series of 365 poems… Continue reading d’Verse on break: Poetry Partners
A Cleave poem you should always attempt to see in looking at the canvases the frames hanging on the walls around you what they are providing and contextualizing rather than true reality for what you’d like your careful perception to amount to could very well fail you tomorrow or some day later How to read… Continue reading Perception, or: Reality
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
The Israeli Knesset passed its '21 and '22 budgets I feel silly being excited about my country having approved a budget, but there is good reason to be, and I will attempt to explain this without getting too entrenched in the details. In truth, you can read about this on any number of news websites.… Continue reading Congratulations, it’s a budget!
My 2nd Alouette Oft, I underrate My own some-day fate... Feeling I'm here for my child, Hoping to bequeath Firm blade for her sheath, Of many insights compiled. I'm mostly of thoughts And abandoned soughts, Verses my greatest pleasure. I pen ever more, Hoping that before End, she's sure of her measure. The Alouette This… Continue reading Be for, or: Before
My 1st Alouette Writing on and on, Calling for black swan, Which shall soar forth from down(ed) soul, Bearing long-lost words. That rarest of birds... Without which, I can't be whole. I'm... sure it is true... Should I continue, Free, winged truth shall arise. Oh, desperately, I will this to be, Ere rising into the… Continue reading Forth, or: Grounded
An Alliterisen Perhaps prayer will work for her Some find wise worshipful words can comfort Whereas worship doesn't do much magic for cynical skeptics, surely she can connect? Should her heart's flowing fantasies supply solace, then that's splendid The Alliterisen The Alliterisen (Complex and Rhyming), a form created by Udit Bhatia, is a simple seven-lined poem… Continue reading Closer, or: Generations
The skeptic's kaddish 
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