“There’s No such Thing as Time”

Original Poem: Whirls reality, there’s no such time as Now whose dreams swept , fleeting like the stars whose flushed our universe in oceans arched whose figure-eight returns to no-such place Where there’s no future nor a past remain we’re left with sacred, waning when? Now whirling sacred time no future, past remain whose figure-eight…

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On Death

“On Death” Since people fearful of this topic most, its theme does pleasure no one but our host. Man’s muddied up the waters for review and so our turbid topic in a stew. He’s known by cryptic such as ‘passed away’ or some do like to say ‘he could not stay’. And some resound ‘he’s…

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Day 28, NaPoWriMo

(iron worker atop the Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco) Golden, magic bridge: your artisans so wondrous filling up the sky A bridge is a powerful metaphor. Your poem could be about a real bridge or an imaginary or ideal bridge. It could be one you cross every day, or one that simply seems to stand…

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Day 27, NaPoWriMo

 Cancer hates the jogging, happy talker. It’s the hay(na)ku). Created by the poet Eileen Tabios and named by Vince, the hay(na)ku is a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You…

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Lady Lincoln

“Lady Lincoln” I keep my fashion as Lady Godey; my family, aristocratic, lean and with my many suitors, life is gay but Lincoln’s borrowed horse not what they dream. My people pray he is a fading fad; no life or love with Abraham they deem. And all historians who cast me ‘mad’; their hatefulness a…

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Day 25, NaPoWriMo

It’s true that Bruce Jenner looks quite a bit thinner in his new Maxi dress whose stripes should impress. A clerihew is a whimsical, four-line biographical poem invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley. The first line is the name of the poem’s subject, usually a famous person put in an absurd light. The rhyme scheme is…

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Day 24, NaPoWriMo

“Pizza” I think that I shall never see a pizza lovelier than thee. Its sausages so plump and round against my mirthful mouth, abound. A pizza waiting close of day when mouths shall open up the way to gobble gulps in front of my TV. To savor its red, roundness that I see. Upon my…

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Day 22, NaPoWriMo

Day 22, NaPoWriMo Write a “pastoral” poem. Traditionally, pastoral poems involved various shepherdesses and shepherds talking about love and fields, but yours can really just be a poem that engages with nature. “Palm Beach Pastoral” We’ll meet, my darling, by the shim`ring sea. We’ll dip our toes into a surf sublime. And in the afterglow,…

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