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Messier than Fiction

A story is a popular deviceas old as song, as ancient as cave art.It can be utilized to give advice,or illustrate a precept, or to starta way of thought-in-action, but the talecannot be messy like reality.Too accurate a plot or … Continue reading

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Concentration

I concentrated on my kin last week.I occupied less space and wrote few lines.I funded meals and didn’t try to speak.I paid attention to some odd designs.I took less space than when I bide at home.I barely read and didn’t … Continue reading

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Pathetic Poetry

“A poem should be about your feelings,” saidan audience that fails to understand.Experience has other words instead:“A poem is just a making, and can bein almost any tone and subject. Dreadthe trite and ever seek to be sincere,but you can … Continue reading

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Edits

When writing metered rhyming poetry,a syllable should not be thrown away.A wasted phrase amounts to felony(as lines are few, each word should have its say).If I may risk reverse humility,then here’s how I might edit Ms Millay: I burn the … Continue reading

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My Fussiness

One of the reasons I seldom read verseis cause I can’t help seeing lazy mistakes.And modern pop lyrics amount to much worse –they’re staler than yesterday morning’s pancakes.

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Magic Feather

My magic feather was the exercise.I thought I had to move to find a themeto write about and wax a little wise,but even in this sedentary stream,I tend to cogitate, complain, and dream.I can’t retard the process if I tried,and … Continue reading

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The Power Grid Ending

My internet went down the other night.My lightbulbs flickered and they gave a blink.The grid that gives us grist for heat and lightis failing more and limping more and old.The infrastructure’s folding from a heightwe used to brag about and … Continue reading

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Sick Day

A little ill, I’m taking Monday off.I will not work or exercise today.My cold has now matured into a cough,and I prescribe long rest, computer play,an easy book with nothing wise to say,avoiding interactions I won’t miss,and soup. I plan … Continue reading

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Pass

When I advise or recommend to you,and you discard my words or don’t attend,no longer will I quibble or pursue:ignore and I won’t bore you any more.But nor am I responsible. I’ll lendand then return what you decline to learn.That … Continue reading

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Impossible

For years I’ve heard there isn’t any rhymefor “orange,” but it hasn’t made me groan.The word I want to use, time after time,is “month,” and I’m afraid it stands alonewithout the right to end a metered linein any form of … Continue reading

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