February 2011
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“Men get all the freedom, but women get all the power.”
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For Liam
Flickering and fanciful,
the shadow of a flame touches your face on
a cold and quiet Saturday evening in paradise.
Flickering once more in the fire, it unfolds the prayer of a love desired.
With warmth and wondering my eyes steal upon you in
a bed made just as much for lingering as for loving.
I linger over every part of your body,
every part of your mind and the way you work causing...
Rhyming Slag
Syllables can rhyme, as well as sounds
The Beginning of a line, the (middle) or The End.
It’s the micro not the macro, the devil’s in the detail.
You start with grand ideas but they end up fairly foetal.
I could conjure up a rhyme, or at least the feeling of one
With just one pivotal con-so-nant.
A vowel, I think, is the easier thing.
An i for an i, just slot them in
Like so.
You...
January 2011
16 posts
thetwelfthfret asked: absolutely amazing. excellent. I love the imagery it is very strong. I'll publish it.
Thanks for reading :)
Thanks for reading :)
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You, Poets.
When did you first see beauty in words?
You poets of old and modern day.
You who mould words so easily.
Like the potter, teasing a bee’s wing out of clay.
Where, first, did inspiration strike?
A search for beauty – one shaft of light so
Sudden, so illuminating, so awesomely bright –
Was there nothing else about which you could write?
How did you learn to carve your craft?
You...
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“I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing.”
– Seamus Heaney, Personal Helicon
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The Approaches
By Harry Clifton
A childless, futureless road
And then nothing… Is that it?
Or start believing in a God
Beyond the temporal limit
Of westering skies, wide, melancholy,
Uncut fields and paced-out walls
As we drive towards it slowly,
The house that has us both in thrall.
They are gone, now, the hours of light
It took to get here. Might-have-beens,
Lost wanderyears. But...
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“I can win an argument on any topic, against any opponent. People know this, and...”
– Dave Barry, US columnist
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“If you ask me what I came into this world to do, I will tell you: I came to live...”
– Emile Zola
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I Go Back to the House for a Book by Billy Collins
thetwelfthfret:
I turn around on the gravel and go back to the house for a book, something to read at the doctor’s office, and while I am inside, running the finger of inquisition along a shelf, another me that did not bother to go back to the house for a book heads out on his own, rolls down the driveway, and swings left toward town, a ghost in his ghost car, another knot in the string of time,...
“The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.”
– Coco Chanel (via simplysarah6)
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The Quiet Bits
Some parts of me were not made to be shared.
Fragments and pieces, not necessarily scared but
not yet ready to see the light of day.
I know what some of you folks will say.
You’re putting this out there for everyone to see but
Don’t you get it? They’re just a part of me.
Not purposely hidden but not yet ready for show and tell;
not ready for the criticisms or those that wish you well....
“Wanderlust
1. A very strong or irresistible impulse to travel.
2. A strong...”
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Poems
There’s a theory
That anyone can write a poem.
Words will spill, and rhymes will trill
And rhythms cascade in time.
And yet I can claim none of these rhymes
As mine.
There’s an assumption
That a writer can turn it on.
Pick and choose which words they’ll use
And what order they’ll be written in.
But I have no such luck
With my poems.
When I write a poem
It splutters and chokes out of...
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September 2010
1 post
“Everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and...”
–
Sylvia Plath