A 'Septolet' Russia suffers 200,000 casualties in one year. Putin decides to conscript 400,000 more troops. Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.
A 'Septolet' Putin pardons convicts to attack Ukraine as "Wagner" mercenaries. Mercenaries are shot for fleeing. Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.
A 'Septolet' Putin replaces his top commander in Ukraine. Putin replaces that top commander in Ukraine. Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.
A 'Septolet' Zelenskyy speaks before U.S. Congress. Putin calls fighting in Ukraine "WAR" for first time. Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.
A limerick No to Russia's indefensible war! No to those thieving, barbarous corps! No, Mister Putin, No matter Kremlin spin, We know full well that Ukraine isn't yours! d'Verse poetics: No! Vember At d'Verse, writers were encouraged to either: Take a line from the poem 'November' by Thomas Hood and use it as springboard for… Continue reading Misguided, or: Missiles
A 'Septolet' A Russian missile hits a Ukrainian playground. Putin declares: "No regrets about Russia's actions." Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.
A rant poem in blank verse Paint yourself an angel's innocent white Paint yourself enraged, indignant orange Paint your enemies black-hearted scoundrels Paint your opposition green and guileful Paint [false] former allies yellow-bellied Paint massive war machines brown in thick mud Paint streets red with dead civilians' blood Paint yourself into a corner. Spew hate… Continue reading War paint, or: Theater
Sevenling (Russian was) Russian was always the language of my home and continues to be cuz my wife's from Russia; it's opened doors for me; it's broadened my world. Over the past decade, I've educated Russian speakers; visited family and friends in Russia; discovered Russian folk rock music by Otava Yo. Has Putin ruined all… Continue reading The language of my home, or: Ruined
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