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He said,iamb not myself today
You seemed unaware,
The anapest will soon come in
You seem not to care.
The trochee sang
The dactyls rang
Fry gave them a glare.
For spondee-licious he was not
Neither here nor there;
He said again,iamb he you seek
Here and everywhere.
A pyrrhic victory for rules
Slang for souls with flair.
Iamb,iamb,iamb,iamb
Ic pentameters dare
Day: March 30, 2015
Color, which we dream upon
@ 2015-03-30 – 18:42:49
Shape and form are here become
Colour which we dream upon.
The eye may feast and turn and graze
In the colours of this maze.
May your life be coloured joy.
And so I pass to you this toy.
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Precious treasure
The brightness of this sweet spring light,
The songs of birds whose brood take flight.
I love to take these earthly pleasures,
To fill my mind with precious treasure.
The conversations with my friends,
The closeness only death will end,
To share my life with those who care,
How could we have better fare?
Those who suffer pain and grief,
From whom love’s stolen by a thief,
Let us take them to our hearts,
So their healing path can start.
Those who fear friendship and love,
Who set themselves at too low worth,
Do they know how courage grows
Through acceptance of our woes?
Life is tragi-comedy.
Love may be the remedy.
Yet if we give our hearts away
We shall have grief and pain to pay.
But if we lock our hearts up tight,
And keep all feeling out of sight,
We will wither like dead leaves,
Of our whole life we’ll be bereaved.
So choose your path with care and thought;
Never be by lies distraught.
Each human is as gold to me,
So with great love, I end my plea.
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Bother me no more with reveried bliss
No sight is like the rising of sun
When promises of dreams seem clear and still
My heart though sore ,can fancy love has come
Without hard times and exercise of will.
No morning is without new dawn of hope
When all our conflicts may be put aside.
Imagination is far flung in scope,
Never noting dreams may fraughtly lie.
No love is like my long lost love for you
Once known,once felt,it settles in the heart.
Yet I do believe love can be found anew
But only when the lost true love departs.
So bother me no more with reveried bliss.
Go leave me with my life,though all’s amiss
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When my love lies
When my love lies and doom hangs over head,
When life runs like a river to the sea
Then shall I take new lovers to my bed,
And with their carnal touch consoled be?
When my love lies,and breaks my tender heart.
When life seems grey and rocks bestrew my path.
Then, shall I my life of evil start?
And on this world shall I bestow my wrath?
When true loves lie and wrecks all loyalty.
When puzzlement makes all my world seem mad.
Then I shall upend causality;
Console this world with deeds which make me glad.
For I have love’s own child inside my soul
And I shall tend her till at last she’s whole
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Why we feel tired:quantum theory
!Among its many counter-intuitive ideas, quantum theory proposed that energy was not continuous but instead came in discrete packets (quanta) and that light could be described as both a wave and a stream of these quanta.”Extract from article in Guardian.
Energy comes in packets usually known in Britain as biscuits.
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Is today the day?
Wandering through galleries,
Sepia paintings of pines
And faces
Pain came to the emptiness once my heart,
I sat picturing screaming Popes and babies.
Eastward, looking for fresh instruction,
My mind unpleated,like a pair of curtains
~Hung out to dry in equinoxal gales.
The bells of Satan’s cell phone
Rang again,startling in this silence.
“You had your smear done yet?”
“It’s me,hinny”
“I’m having coffee here in “Costa’s.”
Then I awoke,a man appeared.
How apposite,I need you,Ludwig!
I can’t fly my kite.
In the Science Museum,the mirror cracked
And from it stars flew out,
Adorning cars and bicycles and buses.
The building gently fell into its own reflection.
People flew out like gasping rockets,
Illuminating the blankness,
Calling “Is today the day?.”
How my heart sings 