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So why not use a classic form but bend the rules from norm,like this, which borrows artistry of classic sonnetrybut switches ’round the flowing sound which sonnets will perform,whose shards came down from greater bards whose words had been set free? Should this be done? Would anyone of sanity agreetoContinue Reading

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A Sonnet on Robert Frost’s “Mending Wall” Two neighbors both bring bricks in burly hands,their gnarled knuckles ready for the taskof keeping neighbors friendly when demandsof conversation’s more than they would ask. They’ll share a calloused smile once they’ve returnedeach spring, to make sure neighbors will atonewith reparations for theContinue Reading

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A lonely evening, naught in sightbut muted hue of red and blue;the distant glare of corner’s lightwhere few will tread the path at night. You see a figure by the door,a palish white, a moment’s fright,the ghost of some provincial lore—a lonely shore on barren moor. It’s quickly gone, asContinue Reading

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I once met the Ghost of Lim Rix.Named Anon, he used mischievous tricksto taunt and persuade meand finally made merhyme words which we never should mix.Continue Reading

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My muses have amusing waysof teasing me on silent daysby giving me no words to writeuntil I try to sleep at nightthen hide the notepad I keep nearand dry my pen so that no tearof ink will cry upon the page,thus leaving me a nightmare’s ragewhich twists my dreams inContinue Reading