A "Shadow Sonnet" Rhyme should not be used for the sake of rhyme; Verse should flow smoothly, of deep, inner verse; Climb the soul's mountain, towards crisp night clime; Perse shadow skies... spirit-alpinist's purse. Dive back to earth, have some beers at a dive; Relate your feelings to some who relate; Live conversations leave men… Continue reading Shadow, or: Oneself
Poetry Partners #8 'The Infinite Wisdom of Half Asleep', a poem by Rae Cod of 'Rae Cod's Writing' In that space before I wake up words are floating free Boundless without boundaries they make their call to me Rise NOW and place us on the page or we’ll forever flee I search for pen and… Continue reading Reason, or: Rhyme
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
My 1st Virelai Ancien I know, I know! Rhyme is passé! A game that little children play... But I feel young! Old school, they say, but who is 'they'? Besides, I never quite could stay my playful tongue. So, I suppose you'll have your say - Read to the end, then: yay or nay -… Continue reading Selious, or: Sirry
My 2nd Tina’s Zigzag Rhyme I can'ts stop writing poetry; my pants stuck tightly to my seat. I surely oughts go do my chores, But vivid thoughts won't give me peace. So, what's a simple man to do, barraged by words the whole day through? I can'ts stop writing poetry; my pants stuck tightly to… Continue reading Zag, or: Zig
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!
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