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My 1st Tina’s Zigzag Rhyme Never met Tina but heard she's clever with the use of her tongue. I've heard she enjoys making puns and often annoys her lovers, who tend to feel she's too complex and expects too much oral text. Never met Tina but heard she's clever with the use of her tongue.… Continue reading Zig, or: Zag
no doors in walls to Keep out fear just: Look and See, but no walls there... once structures, now Convulsing lines there's Is, there's Was, less timeless rhymes no what, no I, but only Am Am Flail for textures; Whisper, "damn..." unbearable, Am's Feels Are Galled Walled in, Crawling, no space at all! nouns swiftly… Continue reading Am, Are, or: Always
A rondelet Free verse is king, so it's thought... though -I- don't think so. Free verse is king; behave, and you may kiss its ring. Are you a poet? Wanna go pro? Well, rhyming submissions? Just: NO. Free verse is king!
A schuttelreim He stood out among Jewish folks, For Jesus knew too fewish jokes!
A schuttelreim She watched as the vet worked, wicked, clever asp She'd be the very last critter that he'd ever clasp
Inspired by Theodore Roethke's 'My Papa’s Waltz' He joined the family waltz The day that he was born; With playful somersaults, Toots ringing from his horn. He balance stepped with Life, His "corner" on his left; Tunes sweetly played by fife, His fingers small and deft. Twirled then towards the right, Suddenly out of breath;… Continue reading Life, or: Death
My 2nd monotetra Today, my Mom comes to visit ~ She frequents when events permit; Though far apart, we are tight-knit Soon, we shall sit; soon, we shall sit... My mother's visit Due to COVID-19, and, more recently, the eruption of violence in Israel and Gaza, my mother (who lives in the USA) has been… Continue reading Mama’s visit, or: Finally❣️
My 1st pantun This form has been referred to as a riddle. Steaming earthy buckwheat soaked in milk Borscht and pierogi topped with sour cream Wells bored in hot golden sun-soaked silk Southernmost sanctuary on seam Beer Sheva Beer Sheva, Israel is the city my mother's parents moved to after leaving the USSR in '74,… Continue reading Milk, or: Cream
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