The White-Throat
You stroke the crystal rim of sky, embracemy birthday mourning; operatic trillsfestoon the pines with fragile strands, a laceof clear soprano beads. Each grace note spillsacross my fields, your...
View ArticleGifts (Blank Verse Sonnet Challenge -- All Comers Welcome)
I'm going to call this marriage of BV and internal rhyme an Echo Variant. Got an idea for another hybrid form? Feel free to add your own to the thread, please, assuming the administration does not...
View ArticleTaking Leave...w/ line revisions
RevisedTaking LeaveThe heavy handed heat engaged its graspso tightly even breathing was a strain.A distant grumbling darkness threatened rainand breakfast was disrupted by an asp.His suitcase spilled...
View ArticleMy Wife's Friend
Taking a swing t Frankhubeny's challenge in the How Do I Tell? thread. Personally, I didn't see the protagonist there as actually trying to seduce his married friend so much as wanting to be honest...
View ArticlePainting in the Garden (Revised)
..........Painting in the GardenI used to spend so long on foliage, dotby dot, I'd Seuratize the leaves.You changedall that. Thank heaven for a Master knowing ...Read More
View ArticleFriendly Friends
He whines about his friend to those who'd hear,"And though she's married, I would like to glanceUp her short skirt and touch her as we dance.I wish that I could overcome her fear!"His words are sticky...
View ArticleSmitten: Hurry, GO!
Hi everyone. I posted this last year. You all corrected the punctuation for me. Unfortunately I lost the corrected version.Could you point out any punctuation errors for me?Thanks lotsSmitten: Hurry,...
View ArticleThe Summer's Winter
The calendar claims summer's with us still,though August is used up, worn out, and gone:a lame-duck season, crawling weakly ontoward its death in autumn's gloom and chill.The geese are huddling. Soon...
View ArticleEngland in 2003 (After Shelley)
A Labour government that privatises,With a right-wing Home Secretary whoOut-Howards Howard in what he devisesTo persecute the weakest, with a viewTo please the 'Daily Hate-Mail': that despisesAll...
View ArticleAtrophied and Sterile
Aching to write, I found no inspiration:Biting my pen, like Sidney long ago;Finding my only thoughts a sad confusion;Looking to other poets in the hope,Maybe, that this or that one would...
View ArticleDoubly Blessed (Tweaked, w/thx)
"When you come to a fork in the road, take it!" -Yogi BerraDOUBLY BLESSEDThe Maker etched his mark on each ...Read More
View Article9/11/01
(I may have posted an earlier version of this two years ago, on the first anniversary of the World Trade Center bombing.) Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me? The three-year anniversary is falling;our media,...
View ArticlePoetic Pilgrimage
When I detect the reason why I write,My verse would gain a well-defined direction,For the real motives seem diverse in spiteOf my obsessive drive toward pure perfection.This impulse has become...
View ArticleA Brief History of Time
How odd, the pleasure to be found in tears --in sentimental things that make us cry:A mournful Irish air; or passing years,a solemn still life of our days gone by. Each sight -- each sound -- each...
View ArticleCandy Clouds
Candy CloudsA shoal of ghostly fishes slowly floatsalong the azure ripples, quickly chasedby snapping crocodiles. A washed-out boatpursues the quaint parade. With eager haste,a giant hamster darts...
View ArticleService Pack 2
When I went home, I left the thing installing:When I come back, it's hanging on my screenHogging my tools, fat, useless, and obscene,A waste of work astounding and appalling.Oh God! I feel seductive...
View ArticleRisk and Ruin (aka The Gambler)
Suffice to say that Lady Luck, the sameunblinking siren named for taking downfamed fortunes with a frown, calls without shameto me. Unfailingly, I'm overthrown.Illustrious, elusive, she entices-the...
View ArticlePurity
*Gulp*When puritys debauched, forever stainedby velvet promises turned thickets thorn,its on my sleeve my broken heart is worn,my tears then shall by love eternal wane.Diminished then the days and...
View ArticleHave Your People Call My People
In my crime show, most things are not the same:my teenage hookers have self-righteous dreams;my scumbags never do acknowledge blame;and street cops linger over Krispy Kremes.Most demographics will...
View ArticleDonuts
Hey, can you tell me how I can improve my sonnet?DonutsI see something far away, its hazy.The texture is so silky smooth and roundIt appears to be extremely glazy.I am so hungry; I feel like a...
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