A Pantoum I abandon faith in non-sense; I see no hint of divine justice; I've lost my patience for pretense; Reject all groups that bid: "Trust us..." I see no hint of divine justice; Though hope's reassurance tempts me; Reject all groups that bid: "Trust us..." Untestable promises ring empty Though hope's reassurance tempts me,… Continue reading Promises, or: Lies
A Cadralor I. carefully, meticulously, he sands the edges down until each peg glides smoothly into place, then cringes upon noticing he got all the colors mixed up. II. excited, her friends follow her new cake recipe step by step, baking identical desserts for their kids' birthdays, regardless of their children's preferences. III. Search Engine… Continue reading Increasingly, or: Apocalypse now
Poem: I wish that I could shield your pain, absolve your loss and provide gain, protect you from the hard cold rain, assure that joy runs through your veins. I wish my love could be your shield, erase all ugly acts revealed, improve the misfortunes you feel, hug your dreams tight till they are real.… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Battle’ by Grace Y. Estevez–Reddy
Poetry Partners #174 A poem on love by Jaideep Khanduja of 'Pebble's Galaxy' Love is a fire that burns within, A flame that flickers, a never-ending win. It lifts you up when you're feeling low, And helps you grow and let go. It's patient, kind, and full of grace, A love that always finds its… Continue reading Over heels, or: On the rocks
A limerick Though the news burned Vaughan's eyes, he read on Of strict red lines... transgressed, once drawn; He was consumed for days, Mind and soul ablaze, As raised awareness new anxieties spawned. Image credit:The Ian (Unsplash) What do you see prompt? (#WDYS) This limerick is my response to Sadje’s WDYS prompt this week, which is to… Continue reading Transgressions, or: Overload
An American sentence: We have no control over anything other than our poetry. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt that removing… Continue reading Poetry, or: Anything other
Poetry Partners #162 'Books', a poem by Neha Singh of ‘Enigma’ Glancing through the pages of books mesmerized by the artless charm getting lost in some reverie, we escape from our unnerving moods prancing into an unforeseen journey fantasizing about the impossible. Enigma: https://adreamyhope.wordpress.com/ A Tanaga by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ For too… Continue reading Thought, or: Naught
A Choka the past far behind the future long forgotten the present untold resignation a reason and despite efforts at a distant muted life the spirits refuse ignoring all my attempts at evanescence emboldened by memory voices beckoning eyes smiling innocently reaching out past well enough Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Beckoning, or: Forgotten
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