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the wind brings me memories of monsoon midnights
belying the cold comfort of my current moment
I allow my mind to move backwards in time
to that once touch in summers wet rainy heat
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Thursday, May 19, 2011
CROSS POST: not a form a day... but a poem for my 365 in 365 :-) -- 2011-02-15 17:11
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BLESSING
the sky kissed my cheek and called me sweetheart
gave me permission to warm my indulgences in the sun
so I walked boldly into the daylight
called perfection my own
I know all that I wish for is already mine
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BLESSING
the sky kissed my cheek and called me sweetheart
gave me permission to warm my indulgences in the sun
so I walked boldly into the daylight
called perfection my own
I know all that I wish for is already mine
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cross post: HAPPY SINGLEHOOD AWARENESS DAY - 2011-02-14 10:12
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unlucky in love
I think
that I came in this world
a born loser
hardwired for failure
predispositioned for heartbreak
and yet I still chase
the elusive butterfly
of romantic affection
.
unlucky in love
I think
that I came in this world
a born loser
hardwired for failure
predispositioned for heartbreak
and yet I still chase
the elusive butterfly
of romantic affection
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facebook status poem (haiku) - 2011-02-13 11:41
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Phoenix wintertime
devoid of snow, filled with sun
mild and beautiful
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Phoenix wintertime
devoid of snow, filled with sun
mild and beautiful
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CROSS POST: facebook status poem - 2011-02-12 14:25
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because sometimes words are hard to come by
when they are swallowed by the emptiness
choked by the silence of loneliness
but I still hope nonetheless
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because sometimes words are hard to come by
when they are swallowed by the emptiness
choked by the silence of loneliness
but I still hope nonetheless
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CROSS POST: poem: DEPTH OF INTENSITY - 2011-02-10 12:29
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I bent myself backwards over my eyes to see his beauty
forced vocabulary from lips to hear the words he spoke
I wonder... does he remember that single fast dance?
it was unimportant... so inconsequential
but it is these deep chocolate midnights that tempt me
please my senses to the point of curiosity
but know that it will not kill me
merely boil over in the intensity of frustration
a desire unrecognized and unrealized
we have never touched in secret or public embrace
and still in my mind I trace the silk of his mahogany
holding memories of baritone poetry
it's silly, this dreaming of slip knot encounters
the enjoyment of fantasy is fleeting
yet still I close my eyes
.
I bent myself backwards over my eyes to see his beauty
forced vocabulary from lips to hear the words he spoke
I wonder... does he remember that single fast dance?
it was unimportant... so inconsequential
but it is these deep chocolate midnights that tempt me
please my senses to the point of curiosity
but know that it will not kill me
merely boil over in the intensity of frustration
a desire unrecognized and unrealized
we have never touched in secret or public embrace
and still in my mind I trace the silk of his mahogany
holding memories of baritone poetry
it's silly, this dreaming of slip knot encounters
the enjoyment of fantasy is fleeting
yet still I close my eyes
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CROSS POST: new form every day... Ghazal (day 41 of 365 poems in 365 days) - 2011-02-10 09:50
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THE DISCOMFORT OF DISCONNECTION
there is a deepening despondency
with the company of love's cessation.
time is fraught with horror of dejection
and sorrow throughout parting's duration.
bitterness perhaps fought with alcohol
taken in the hopes of sweet sedation.
there is memory of fits of delight
replaced now with an aching sensation.
with the missing then comes the hollowness
of complete emotional starvation.
fighting these flights of fanciful dreaming
somehow leading only to stagnation.
but even in these darkened times of woe
there is cause for hope and pure elation.
the knowing that this to shall someday pass
leads to finding of a new salvation.
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Ghazal
From: From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
(I suggest reading the full article at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghazal for much more details)
The ghazal is a poetic form consisting of rhyming couplets and a refrain, with each line sharing the same meter. A ghazal may be understood as a poetic expression of both the pain of loss or separation and the beauty of love in spite of that pain. The form is ancient, originating in 6th century Arabic verse. It is derived from the Arabian panegyric qasida. The structural requirements of the ghazal are similar in stringency to those of the Petrarchan sonnet. In its style and content it is a genre which has proved capable of an extraordinary variety of expression around its central themes of love and separation. It is one of the principal poetic forms which the Indo-Perso-Arabic civilization offered to the eastern Islamic world.
MY SUMMARY ON FORM REQUIREMENTS:
* composed of five or more couplets
* a poetic expression of both the pain of loss or separation and the beauty of love in spite of that pain.
(usually illicit unattainable love?)
* In the first couplet, both lines end in the rhyme and refrain so that the ghazal's rhyme scheme is AA BA CA etc
* Each couplet must be a complete sentence (or several sentences) in itself.
* All the couplets, and each line of each couplet, must share the same meter.
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS...
"A ghazal may be understood as a poetic expression of both the pain of loss or separation and the beauty of love in spite of that pain."
I can definitely get the pain of separation/loss part... the beauty of love in spite of, I haven't felt beautiful about separation since 2005-2006... Plus the requirement of the form? Yeah, this took a lot of researching to get the feel of what I was going to write.
I noticed in the ghazals written by English speakers, there was only the rhyme and not necessarily a refrain word or phrase. Plus in Wikipedia it did say not all ghazal forms (great, forms within a form) used the refrain, so that freed up my mind a little. I'll try to challenge myself to do a refrain later.
The rhyming is still the same for me. I use a single word for my main theme and then rhyming dictionary it into oblivion to figure out how to say what I want and still emote while at the same time fitting into the meter and rhyme of the form.So I decided on a theme of separation (without actually using the word in the poem) and a pentameter rhythm (NOT iambic, I hate that rhythm! :-P). I did a few more than the minimum 5 couplets. Challenge was to have each couplet be a complete sentence or sentences. I am still not so keen on rhyming and using meter because it feels so nursery rhyme like and is not the natural way I think these days... but... I did it and I hope it doesn't suck! :-P
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THE DISCOMFORT OF DISCONNECTION
there is a deepening despondency
with the company of love's cessation.
time is fraught with horror of dejection
and sorrow throughout parting's duration.
bitterness perhaps fought with alcohol
taken in the hopes of sweet sedation.
there is memory of fits of delight
replaced now with an aching sensation.
with the missing then comes the hollowness
of complete emotional starvation.
fighting these flights of fanciful dreaming
somehow leading only to stagnation.
but even in these darkened times of woe
there is cause for hope and pure elation.
the knowing that this to shall someday pass
leads to finding of a new salvation.
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Ghazal
From: From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
(I suggest reading the full article at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghazal for much more details)
The ghazal is a poetic form consisting of rhyming couplets and a refrain, with each line sharing the same meter. A ghazal may be understood as a poetic expression of both the pain of loss or separation and the beauty of love in spite of that pain. The form is ancient, originating in 6th century Arabic verse. It is derived from the Arabian panegyric qasida. The structural requirements of the ghazal are similar in stringency to those of the Petrarchan sonnet. In its style and content it is a genre which has proved capable of an extraordinary variety of expression around its central themes of love and separation. It is one of the principal poetic forms which the Indo-Perso-Arabic civilization offered to the eastern Islamic world.
MY SUMMARY ON FORM REQUIREMENTS:
* composed of five or more couplets
* a poetic expression of both the pain of loss or separation and the beauty of love in spite of that pain.
(usually illicit unattainable love?)
* In the first couplet, both lines end in the rhyme and refrain so that the ghazal's rhyme scheme is AA BA CA etc
* Each couplet must be a complete sentence (or several sentences) in itself.
* All the couplets, and each line of each couplet, must share the same meter.
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS...
"A ghazal may be understood as a poetic expression of both the pain of loss or separation and the beauty of love in spite of that pain."
I can definitely get the pain of separation/loss part... the beauty of love in spite of, I haven't felt beautiful about separation since 2005-2006... Plus the requirement of the form? Yeah, this took a lot of researching to get the feel of what I was going to write.
I noticed in the ghazals written by English speakers, there was only the rhyme and not necessarily a refrain word or phrase. Plus in Wikipedia it did say not all ghazal forms (great, forms within a form) used the refrain, so that freed up my mind a little. I'll try to challenge myself to do a refrain later.
The rhyming is still the same for me. I use a single word for my main theme and then rhyming dictionary it into oblivion to figure out how to say what I want and still emote while at the same time fitting into the meter and rhyme of the form.So I decided on a theme of separation (without actually using the word in the poem) and a pentameter rhythm (NOT iambic, I hate that rhythm! :-P). I did a few more than the minimum 5 couplets. Challenge was to have each couplet be a complete sentence or sentences. I am still not so keen on rhyming and using meter because it feels so nursery rhyme like and is not the natural way I think these days... but... I did it and I hope it doesn't suck! :-P
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CROSS POST: new form every day... French Sonnet (day 40 of 365 poems in 365 days) - 2011-02-09 19:33
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A LONG SLOW SWEEPING THING
sadness as a constant companion
drawn into the abyss
a heart's longing to dismiss
suspended over rifts and canyons
filled with woe and feeling abandoned
on better times to reminisce
the view of perfection is amiss
unrelenting and demanding
as if all happiness one must forsake
and no forgiveness for the mistake
the wrenching burden of the chasm
filling more and more with ache
crying simply for sorrow's sake
even if unreal, a phantasm
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
French Sonnet
By the time Wyatt and Surrey introduced Petrarch to England, sonnets were popular throughout Europe, including France where a group called "Pleiade" was dedicated to importing Italian poetry.
Despite the aggression between England and France, because of the closeness of the two countries is it logical to assume that there would be a secondary source of the sonnet form imported into England and that it be via France.
Realistically apart from the 14 lines, and an octave of two quatrains there is no obvious link of the English to the Italian Forms as the internal rhymes are different, and what is proposed here is that the French Sonnet is that link. Like the Italian and the English it has an octave comprising two quatrains, but unlike the Italian and like the English it has a sestet comprised of a couplet and a quatrain and it is possible that the English sonnet was derived from the French Sonnet form and not the Italian one. The difference being that the English grouped the Quatrains together and turned (Volta) with a couplet the last two lines, but the French turned with the sestet and used the quatrain to close.
The internal rhyme is still different, but that can be attributed to the differences of the "Romance" language which has its own natural rhythm and rhyme, compared to English and the more natural did dah line rhyme just as Iambic is considered to be "English Sing Song".
The form has exactly the same quatrain as the Petrarch - a. b. b. a ... a. b. b. a.
The sestet begins with a couplet - c. c., and like the Italian sestet, we have a choice of quatrains to play with.
- d. e. e. d.
or more French, - d. c. c. d.
or more English - d. e. d. e.
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS...
Sonnets are NOT natural for me to write AT ALL. Any rhymed form is pretty hard most of the time and this was no exception. I wrote a few lines of what I was feeling and then took the main concepts from that to pick a few words to try to rhyme with and then looked up synomyms and rhymes off the base words to try to get it all to fit together and be somewhat pretty and in my style and voice even within the form. I'm not sure I succeeded but it is what it is. As I usually do, I got the rhyming words first and then came up with the lines 2nd. I don't know how other people do it but that seems to be my modus operandi.
One thing reading these assignment poems at open mics has shown me is when I speak them in my cadence, they feel real. It's the meters that require certain accent patterns (ie Iambic) that I have a bit of trouble with.
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A LONG SLOW SWEEPING THING
sadness as a constant companion
drawn into the abyss
a heart's longing to dismiss
suspended over rifts and canyons
filled with woe and feeling abandoned
on better times to reminisce
the view of perfection is amiss
unrelenting and demanding
as if all happiness one must forsake
and no forgiveness for the mistake
the wrenching burden of the chasm
filling more and more with ache
crying simply for sorrow's sake
even if unreal, a phantasm
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
French Sonnet
By the time Wyatt and Surrey introduced Petrarch to England, sonnets were popular throughout Europe, including France where a group called "Pleiade" was dedicated to importing Italian poetry.
Despite the aggression between England and France, because of the closeness of the two countries is it logical to assume that there would be a secondary source of the sonnet form imported into England and that it be via France.
Realistically apart from the 14 lines, and an octave of two quatrains there is no obvious link of the English to the Italian Forms as the internal rhymes are different, and what is proposed here is that the French Sonnet is that link. Like the Italian and the English it has an octave comprising two quatrains, but unlike the Italian and like the English it has a sestet comprised of a couplet and a quatrain and it is possible that the English sonnet was derived from the French Sonnet form and not the Italian one. The difference being that the English grouped the Quatrains together and turned (Volta) with a couplet the last two lines, but the French turned with the sestet and used the quatrain to close.
The internal rhyme is still different, but that can be attributed to the differences of the "Romance" language which has its own natural rhythm and rhyme, compared to English and the more natural did dah line rhyme just as Iambic is considered to be "English Sing Song".
The form has exactly the same quatrain as the Petrarch - a. b. b. a ... a. b. b. a.
The sestet begins with a couplet - c. c., and like the Italian sestet, we have a choice of quatrains to play with.
- d. e. e. d.
or more French, - d. c. c. d.
or more English - d. e. d. e.
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS...
Sonnets are NOT natural for me to write AT ALL. Any rhymed form is pretty hard most of the time and this was no exception. I wrote a few lines of what I was feeling and then took the main concepts from that to pick a few words to try to rhyme with and then looked up synomyms and rhymes off the base words to try to get it all to fit together and be somewhat pretty and in my style and voice even within the form. I'm not sure I succeeded but it is what it is. As I usually do, I got the rhyming words first and then came up with the lines 2nd. I don't know how other people do it but that seems to be my modus operandi.
One thing reading these assignment poems at open mics has shown me is when I speak them in my cadence, they feel real. It's the meters that require certain accent patterns (ie Iambic) that I have a bit of trouble with.
.
CROSS POST: poem: toxic intentions (day 39 of 365 poems in 365 days) - 2011-02-08 14:59
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I was poison once
slippery and sideways then
a tragic moment of indiscretion
elongated and drawn out
taken for granted
begged for and then released
then picked back up again
deepened until discarded
double fault and sides wrong
it takes two to tango
and it does not make a right
so I write
giving myself permission
to mourn the loss of my power
yet still too powerful
to be brought down
still immuned to my own
and to that of others
they run from me
or smack face into walls
force fields of my being
knowing I was poison
and that as such
I am my own antidote
.
I was poison once
slippery and sideways then
a tragic moment of indiscretion
elongated and drawn out
taken for granted
begged for and then released
then picked back up again
deepened until discarded
double fault and sides wrong
it takes two to tango
and it does not make a right
so I write
giving myself permission
to mourn the loss of my power
yet still too powerful
to be brought down
still immuned to my own
and to that of others
they run from me
or smack face into walls
force fields of my being
knowing I was poison
and that as such
I am my own antidote
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CROSS POST: new form every day... Eintou (day 39 of 365 poems in 365 days) - 2011-02-08 09:04
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Poems about Blackness in a Black form. Happy Black History Month...
THE N WORD
We be
like wild beasts then
we cattle not human
once princes, kings, and queens be we
then robbed of our true pride
less than others
niggers
HISTORY REMEMBERED
one month
we take the time
to remember ourselves as great again
uplift the goodness and ingenuity of our spirit
know that we were more than
that we were good
let's remember
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From: http://randomwriterlythoughts.blogspot.com/2010/08/eintou.html
Eintou
The Eintou is an African American poetry form consisting seven lines with a total of 32 syllables or words. The term Eintou is West African for "pearl" as in pearls of wisdom, and often the Eintou imparts these pearls in heightened language.
The Eintou developed as a means for African American poetic forms to take their place in the forefront of American poetry. Many African American poetic scholars and critics often attempted to mimic Euro-American forms as a means of demonstrating poetic expertise, or stood by "free-verse" as an African American form. It was rare to see serious examination of African American poetic forms; in fact most critics regarded African American poetry as "formless" or "mimicking."
The 2-4-6-8-6-4-2 structure of the Eintou is crucial in terms of African and African American philosophy. Life is a cycle. Everything returns to that from which it originates. The concept of a pearl, which is a sphere, and the cyclic nature of the Eintou's structure capture this. The life of the Eintou begins with two syllables or words, expands as though growing and then returns to two syllables or words. In this fashion the Eintou never escapes its beginnings or history. It flows from, through, and ultimately returns to that from which it came.
Structure:
Line 1 - 2 words/syllables
Line 2 - 4 words/syllables
Line 3 - 6 words/syllables
Line 4 - 8 words/syllables
Line 5 - 6 words/syllables
Line 6 - 4 words/syllables
Line 7 - 2 words/syllables
NOTE ON THE PROCESS...
The first poem is done in syllables and the second is done with words. Personally I prefer to do words because visually it looks better on page.
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Poems about Blackness in a Black form. Happy Black History Month...
THE N WORD
We be
like wild beasts then
we cattle not human
once princes, kings, and queens be we
then robbed of our true pride
less than others
niggers
HISTORY REMEMBERED
one month
we take the time
to remember ourselves as great again
uplift the goodness and ingenuity of our spirit
know that we were more than
that we were good
let's remember
***************************************************************
From: http://randomwriterlythoughts.blogspot.com/2010/08/eintou.html
Eintou
The Eintou is an African American poetry form consisting seven lines with a total of 32 syllables or words. The term Eintou is West African for "pearl" as in pearls of wisdom, and often the Eintou imparts these pearls in heightened language.
The Eintou developed as a means for African American poetic forms to take their place in the forefront of American poetry. Many African American poetic scholars and critics often attempted to mimic Euro-American forms as a means of demonstrating poetic expertise, or stood by "free-verse" as an African American form. It was rare to see serious examination of African American poetic forms; in fact most critics regarded African American poetry as "formless" or "mimicking."
The 2-4-6-8-6-4-2 structure of the Eintou is crucial in terms of African and African American philosophy. Life is a cycle. Everything returns to that from which it originates. The concept of a pearl, which is a sphere, and the cyclic nature of the Eintou's structure capture this. The life of the Eintou begins with two syllables or words, expands as though growing and then returns to two syllables or words. In this fashion the Eintou never escapes its beginnings or history. It flows from, through, and ultimately returns to that from which it came.
Structure:
Line 1 - 2 words/syllables
Line 2 - 4 words/syllables
Line 3 - 6 words/syllables
Line 4 - 8 words/syllables
Line 5 - 6 words/syllables
Line 6 - 4 words/syllables
Line 7 - 2 words/syllables
NOTE ON THE PROCESS...
The first poem is done in syllables and the second is done with words. Personally I prefer to do words because visually it looks better on page.
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CROSS POST: new form every day... Envelope Sonnet (day 38 of 365 poems in 365 days) - 2011-02-07 16:25:00
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AS UNHAPPINESS TRAVELS
sadly the winds waft timeless over plains
contemplating regrets over choices
the days and nights of quickly made mistakes
and harshly judging turns the journey takes
talking in hushed tones in their quiet voices
describing in whispers the utter pain
in secret hush they gust in utter woe
carrying cries of lament as they blow
tarrying on memories far too sad
as though forever isn't long enough
to rage away the misery and grief
and yet they still gust to find a relief
they move as though purging with every puff
blustering this way to remove the bad
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Envelope Sonnet
This is probably a variation of the Italian or Sicilian sonnet by the French, The original sonnets used an octave composed of two quatrains rhyming abba abba or abba cddc. It was probably the French fondness for linking stanzas, that conceived the idea of creating two sestets and linking them with a rhyming couplet. This gives a rhyme sequence of
a. b. c. c. b. a. .... d. d. .... e. f. g. g. f. e. and each line is octosyllabic (8 syllables) or decasyllabic (10).
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS...
I wrote the rhymed lines on the outer of the stanzas first and then the 2nd rhyme second and filled in the middle couplet inside the stanzas last. Also... on some of the rhymes I came up with the rhyming words BEFORE making the lines. I just find it interesting how my mind works when I am trying to fit into a rhyme scheme.
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AS UNHAPPINESS TRAVELS
sadly the winds waft timeless over plains
contemplating regrets over choices
the days and nights of quickly made mistakes
and harshly judging turns the journey takes
talking in hushed tones in their quiet voices
describing in whispers the utter pain
in secret hush they gust in utter woe
carrying cries of lament as they blow
tarrying on memories far too sad
as though forever isn't long enough
to rage away the misery and grief
and yet they still gust to find a relief
they move as though purging with every puff
blustering this way to remove the bad
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Envelope Sonnet
This is probably a variation of the Italian or Sicilian sonnet by the French, The original sonnets used an octave composed of two quatrains rhyming abba abba or abba cddc. It was probably the French fondness for linking stanzas, that conceived the idea of creating two sestets and linking them with a rhyming couplet. This gives a rhyme sequence of
a. b. c. c. b. a. .... d. d. .... e. f. g. g. f. e. and each line is octosyllabic (8 syllables) or decasyllabic (10).
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS...
I wrote the rhymed lines on the outer of the stanzas first and then the 2nd rhyme second and filled in the middle couplet inside the stanzas last. Also... on some of the rhymes I came up with the rhyming words BEFORE making the lines. I just find it interesting how my mind works when I am trying to fit into a rhyme scheme.
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CROSS POST: facebook status poem (2011-02-06 17:26:00)
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I catch myself winding myself into tight little balls of twine
distracting edges with eight acres of mindless nothing
holding on the the center while ignoring the outsides
so I only walk in the circles that please my eyes
that feed my inner child's delicate hungers
...I know I should be better and do more
so I so as much as I can do
give myself permission
to laugh
and live
NOW
.
I catch myself winding myself into tight little balls of twine
distracting edges with eight acres of mindless nothing
holding on the the center while ignoring the outsides
so I only walk in the circles that please my eyes
that feed my inner child's delicate hungers
...I know I should be better and do more
so I so as much as I can do
give myself permission
to laugh
and live
NOW
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CROSS POST: new form every day... Envelope Quintet (day 37 of 365 poems in 365 days)
2011-02-06 09:49:00
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MORNING REVELATIONS
as the sun shines I am found inside myself
quietly and contently contemplating my days
the quickly moving and increasingly complex life maze
yet things are so good my smile stays
found inside myself is truth with a little help
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Envelope Quintet
The Envelope Quintet is a natural progression of a four line poem to 5 lines. There are several ways this can be achieved and the Sicilian Quintain is an excellent one.
There are two other ways one of them is simply by turning the middle couplet into a triplet, giving a rhyming scheme of; a,.b,.b, b, a.
.
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MORNING REVELATIONS
as the sun shines I am found inside myself
quietly and contently contemplating my days
the quickly moving and increasingly complex life maze
yet things are so good my smile stays
found inside myself is truth with a little help
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Envelope Quintet
The Envelope Quintet is a natural progression of a four line poem to 5 lines. There are several ways this can be achieved and the Sicilian Quintain is an excellent one.
There are two other ways one of them is simply by turning the middle couplet into a triplet, giving a rhyming scheme of; a,.b,.b, b, a.
.
CROSS POST: new form every day... Envelope Stanza (day 35 of 365 poems in 365 days)
2011-02-04 09:50:00
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THE DREAM UNREQUITED
at night she sleeps in fitful dreams of him
holding tight the thought of true love returned
against reality affection spurned
so in fantasy she chooses to swim
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Envelope Stanza
This is a very interesting form and was probably created by Francesco Petrarcha when he moved from the Sicilian court. As well as being the building blocks of the Italian octave, the Spanish and French octave use it also. However, it is a poetry form in its own right, and probably the latter pair have set the precedence for the meter which if we look at the French or Spanish roots consists of eight syllables, or English purists insisting on Iambic Tetrameter. This gives a suggested pattern of:
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x x x b
x x x x x x x b
x x x x x x x a
.
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THE DREAM UNREQUITED
at night she sleeps in fitful dreams of him
holding tight the thought of true love returned
against reality affection spurned
so in fantasy she chooses to swim
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Envelope Stanza
This is a very interesting form and was probably created by Francesco Petrarcha when he moved from the Sicilian court. As well as being the building blocks of the Italian octave, the Spanish and French octave use it also. However, it is a poetry form in its own right, and probably the latter pair have set the precedence for the meter which if we look at the French or Spanish roots consists of eight syllables, or English purists insisting on Iambic Tetrameter. This gives a suggested pattern of:
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x x x b
x x x x x x x b
x x x x x x x a
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still writing! poems for my followers on tumblr...
2011-02-03 16:18:00
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DEFIANT BEINGS, TRUE HEROES
(an acrostic for wonderdave)
Winds whip through the tides of time
Only to be heard by the truest spirits
Needful minds keep this and run
Daring to be different in the face of conformity
Even in the face of opression and opposition
Risk is just another four letter word
Doubt is not an option when considering self
All we know is our own skin so we wear it well
Veiled in our own might and delight
Endings are far away dreams not yet slept to
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THE OUTSTANDING NATURE OF FLAWLESSNESS
(an acrostic for wordmule)
Wonderful light surrounds the essense of love
Only the purest hearts can find the space here
Reeling in the sublime rapture of this bliss
Divinity seems to be the only natural response
Mythos of pantheism as all become gods
Ultimately finding power in self
Love being the binding agent for all good
Everything develops into perfection
*****
OF DIVINITY AND BEAUTY
(an acrostic for thepoetdevonka)
This is where beauty lives
Here in the mind of the creator
Eye of the beholder
Perception is the illusion
Only spirit flesh can tell the truth
Every angle is a different story
Time is fleeting and yet eternal
Divine sight is needed
Ecclesiastical in nature
Vocation of holy teaching
One can find this vision
Near the center of heaven
Known now here on earth
A blessing for us forever
*****
WEST COAST DREAMS
(acrostic for niamalikadixon)
Night falls in the place the sun sets
Indigo paints the sky as lights shine
Angels may be in this place after all
Mountains watch over the valley of stars
Aligning with the shores that share duty
Lovers and liars and loser and dreamers
In a place of fantasy and hope
Killing some softly with its songs
Amid the crush of humankind
Diversity collides and makes noise
In the ears of the deaf dumb and blind
X-ray vision peddlers sell pipe dreams
On corners with names we know
Never never never and always become mantra
*****
ENJOY THE PURITY OF THIS MOMENT
(acrostic for ghostsofgarrett)
Giggle softly into your hand my sweet
Hold the laughter in your belly
One, two, three, four, five
Stop! Go! and then again
Time it out to perfection
Simply live it in ultimate joy
Only you can make this purpose
For yourself and you alone
Giggle softly into your hand my sweet
A sign of mirth and infinite youth
Regard yourself with innocence in spite of
Regard yourself with respect because of
Everything is so relative darling
Tell your mind to be still and let go
Tell your heart to be calm and enjoy
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DEFIANT BEINGS, TRUE HEROES
(an acrostic for wonderdave)
Winds whip through the tides of time
Only to be heard by the truest spirits
Needful minds keep this and run
Daring to be different in the face of conformity
Even in the face of opression and opposition
Risk is just another four letter word
Doubt is not an option when considering self
All we know is our own skin so we wear it well
Veiled in our own might and delight
Endings are far away dreams not yet slept to
*****
THE OUTSTANDING NATURE OF FLAWLESSNESS
(an acrostic for wordmule)
Wonderful light surrounds the essense of love
Only the purest hearts can find the space here
Reeling in the sublime rapture of this bliss
Divinity seems to be the only natural response
Mythos of pantheism as all become gods
Ultimately finding power in self
Love being the binding agent for all good
Everything develops into perfection
*****
OF DIVINITY AND BEAUTY
(an acrostic for thepoetdevonka)
This is where beauty lives
Here in the mind of the creator
Eye of the beholder
Perception is the illusion
Only spirit flesh can tell the truth
Every angle is a different story
Time is fleeting and yet eternal
Divine sight is needed
Ecclesiastical in nature
Vocation of holy teaching
One can find this vision
Near the center of heaven
Known now here on earth
A blessing for us forever
*****
WEST COAST DREAMS
(acrostic for niamalikadixon)
Night falls in the place the sun sets
Indigo paints the sky as lights shine
Angels may be in this place after all
Mountains watch over the valley of stars
Aligning with the shores that share duty
Lovers and liars and loser and dreamers
In a place of fantasy and hope
Killing some softly with its songs
Amid the crush of humankind
Diversity collides and makes noise
In the ears of the deaf dumb and blind
X-ray vision peddlers sell pipe dreams
On corners with names we know
Never never never and always become mantra
*****
ENJOY THE PURITY OF THIS MOMENT
(acrostic for ghostsofgarrett)
Giggle softly into your hand my sweet
Hold the laughter in your belly
One, two, three, four, five
Stop! Go! and then again
Time it out to perfection
Simply live it in ultimate joy
Only you can make this purpose
For yourself and you alone
Giggle softly into your hand my sweet
A sign of mirth and infinite youth
Regard yourself with innocence in spite of
Regard yourself with respect because of
Everything is so relative darling
Tell your mind to be still and let go
Tell your heart to be calm and enjoy
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new form every day... Envelope Couplet (day 34 of 365 in 365)
2011-02-03 11:20:00
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UNLIKELY ALLIES
in the face of opression a common enemy binds
moving stark differences to the back of minds
former debaters now hand in hand
bitter arguments dropped together as one to stand
against this root of unity the tyrant finds
useless is the ax that grinds
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Envelope Couplet
The Envelope couplet is a far stricter variation of the Stave Stanza, here the first and last line use the same refrain which starts and completes the stanzas of that poem. The second and fifth line of each stanza rhyme with the refrain lines. This leaves only the centre couplet to change its rhyme. The pattern for a three stanza work would be:
A1. a. b. b. a. A2.... A1. a. c. c. a. A2.... A1. a. d. d. a. A2....
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS
For now I just did a single stanza... I may expound on this idea.
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UNLIKELY ALLIES
in the face of opression a common enemy binds
moving stark differences to the back of minds
former debaters now hand in hand
bitter arguments dropped together as one to stand
against this root of unity the tyrant finds
useless is the ax that grinds
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Envelope Couplet
The Envelope couplet is a far stricter variation of the Stave Stanza, here the first and last line use the same refrain which starts and completes the stanzas of that poem. The second and fifth line of each stanza rhyme with the refrain lines. This leaves only the centre couplet to change its rhyme. The pattern for a three stanza work would be:
A1. a. b. b. a. A2.... A1. a. c. c. a. A2.... A1. a. d. d. a. A2....
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS
For now I just did a single stanza... I may expound on this idea.
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poem in facebook status
2011-02-03 00:07:00
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I will stop longing for you
when the well of poetry runs dry
when my muse ceases to call your name
when midnight stops wishing for your company
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I will stop longing for you
when the well of poetry runs dry
when my muse ceases to call your name
when midnight stops wishing for your company
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new form every day... English Sestet (day 33 of 365 poems in 365 days)
2011-02-02 23:41:00
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TIME SPENT IN LOVER'S GRACE
for days we sat entranced with each other
such a lovely sweet poison that was us
accented bouts of bliss between lovers
rev'ling in skin, sweat, and pure nakedness
nothing too carnal for us to mention
nothing forbidden in our descretion
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
English Sestet
This sestet evolved from the popular Sicilian one and of course was made even more popular by Shakespeare who uses this sestet rhyme scheme in his sonnets. Iambic pentameter in the prefered meter for this form. Although it is mainly used as the turn or "Volta" in a sonnet, it can be used as a stand-alone vignette, or to consruct a ballad or a tale. The pattern is thus...
x X x X x X x a
x X x X x X x b
x X x X x X x a
x X x X x X x b
x X x X x X x c
x X x X x X x c
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS...
this is pentameter yes, iambic not so much. And more near rhymes rather than perfect rhymes. Not self criticism but more observations in how I pulled this out of my butt at 11:36pm to get my form in for the day. :-P
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TIME SPENT IN LOVER'S GRACE
for days we sat entranced with each other
such a lovely sweet poison that was us
accented bouts of bliss between lovers
rev'ling in skin, sweat, and pure nakedness
nothing too carnal for us to mention
nothing forbidden in our descretion
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
English Sestet
This sestet evolved from the popular Sicilian one and of course was made even more popular by Shakespeare who uses this sestet rhyme scheme in his sonnets. Iambic pentameter in the prefered meter for this form. Although it is mainly used as the turn or "Volta" in a sonnet, it can be used as a stand-alone vignette, or to consruct a ballad or a tale. The pattern is thus...
x X x X x X x a
x X x X x X x b
x X x X x X x a
x X x X x X x b
x X x X x X x c
x X x X x X x c
PERSONAL NOTE ON THE PROCESS...
this is pentameter yes, iambic not so much. And more near rhymes rather than perfect rhymes. Not self criticism but more observations in how I pulled this out of my butt at 11:36pm to get my form in for the day. :-P
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POEM: INSTANTANEOUS
2011-02-02 18:46:00
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it is in the eye
were I find that immediate attraction
divined from my skin to my mind
from my root to my crown and back
BANG!
just a simple song in time
a new dance to step
many fleeting moments
yet only now has stillness settled
suddenly
wearing a groove in the floor of my soul
I am wondering
thinking
but will not be knowing soon
if attraction can be fulfilled
so I wallow in this vision
seeking nothing
yet still
in the back of my mind
hoping
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it is in the eye
were I find that immediate attraction
divined from my skin to my mind
from my root to my crown and back
BANG!
just a simple song in time
a new dance to step
many fleeting moments
yet only now has stillness settled
suddenly
wearing a groove in the floor of my soul
I am wondering
thinking
but will not be knowing soon
if attraction can be fulfilled
so I wallow in this vision
seeking nothing
yet still
in the back of my mind
hoping
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new form every day... English Quintain (day 32 of 365 in 365)
2011-02-01 08:12:00
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MUSCLE MEMORY
this feeling it does not fade with time
remembering a touch, a caresss
the pleasure and ecstacy sublime
moments in various states of undress
and pure carnal bliss
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
English Quintain
This is a popular form of Quintain having no set measure or foot and has a rhyming scheme of a. b. a. b. b.
The Quintain is an excellent base to work from for any longer poem (for example ballads). Two stanza, and we have a Sonnetina Cinque and several poets have added two couplets to two quintains in various ways and made a sonnet, although three Quintains could still qualify as a sonnet (with a tail).
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MUSCLE MEMORY
this feeling it does not fade with time
remembering a touch, a caresss
the pleasure and ecstacy sublime
moments in various states of undress
and pure carnal bliss
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
English Quintain
This is a popular form of Quintain having no set measure or foot and has a rhyming scheme of a. b. a. b. b.
The Quintain is an excellent base to work from for any longer poem (for example ballads). Two stanza, and we have a Sonnetina Cinque and several poets have added two couplets to two quintains in various ways and made a sonnet, although three Quintains could still qualify as a sonnet (with a tail).
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new form every day... Echo Sonnet (day 31 of 365 in 365)
2011-01-31 11:20:00
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GRAY MORNING
when the night from sleep has been finally torn
to be greeted by soft light is a trick
that makes the slumber in the eyes to stick
the clouds they hide the sun this deep gray morn
a new day stifles trying to be born
but half shine makes for desire to sleep
the bed's warmth and covers shelter to keep
the clouds they hide the sun this deep gray morn
the nights shroud it is still partially worn
the sun not allowed to herald the day
cumulus and nimbus get in the way
the clouds they hide the sun this deep gray morn
although shreds of night still try to be shorn
the clouds they hide the sun this deep gray morn
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Echo Sonnet
This is a relatively new form devised by the well respected English Poet, Jeff Green. It takes its shape from three envelope quatrains and a couplet, the last line of each stanza is a refrain that links the quatrains and gives us a rhyme scheme of;
A, b, b, A1,…a, c, c, A1,…a, d, d, A1,…A, A1
The Echo Sonnet is based on French repeating forms, but unlike those forms which are normally syllabic, the preferred rhyme scheme is Iambic pentameter, or similar, and being a sonnet it should be presented as a 14 line poem.
(I write poems every day but don't always post them. I am a few days off on my form a day but I'M BACK again! :-P)
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GRAY MORNING
when the night from sleep has been finally torn
to be greeted by soft light is a trick
that makes the slumber in the eyes to stick
the clouds they hide the sun this deep gray morn
a new day stifles trying to be born
but half shine makes for desire to sleep
the bed's warmth and covers shelter to keep
the clouds they hide the sun this deep gray morn
the nights shroud it is still partially worn
the sun not allowed to herald the day
cumulus and nimbus get in the way
the clouds they hide the sun this deep gray morn
although shreds of night still try to be shorn
the clouds they hide the sun this deep gray morn
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Echo Sonnet
This is a relatively new form devised by the well respected English Poet, Jeff Green. It takes its shape from three envelope quatrains and a couplet, the last line of each stanza is a refrain that links the quatrains and gives us a rhyme scheme of;
A, b, b, A1,…a, c, c, A1,…a, d, d, A1,…A, A1
The Echo Sonnet is based on French repeating forms, but unlike those forms which are normally syllabic, the preferred rhyme scheme is Iambic pentameter, or similar, and being a sonnet it should be presented as a 14 line poem.
(I write poems every day but don't always post them. I am a few days off on my form a day but I'M BACK again! :-P)
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POEM: SILENT WISH
2011-01-29 02:44:00
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remember me?
that silent wish
hidden in the corner of your ribcage?
out of sight and barely whispered
but I hear you call out
in your sleep that rarely comes
it rings across distances
and pulls the hearts of beautiful minds
they hear you in their dreams
longing aches from all sides
the softness of hair and cheek
the touch of hand to skin
know that your wish
dreams of you and for you
I am still here
still waiting for you to speak me
out loud
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remember me?
that silent wish
hidden in the corner of your ribcage?
out of sight and barely whispered
but I hear you call out
in your sleep that rarely comes
it rings across distances
and pulls the hearts of beautiful minds
they hear you in their dreams
longing aches from all sides
the softness of hair and cheek
the touch of hand to skin
know that your wish
dreams of you and for you
I am still here
still waiting for you to speak me
out loud
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random poem... TO THE WELCOMED STRANGER
2011-01-28 23:31:00
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here is the eye of the storm
the calm in the middle of chaos
I have become that insanity of instance
in an instant I have read your fortune
held your hand however briefly
even if just to read your palm
examined life lines and love lines
and yes I compared them to mine
felt the clouds burst
over your heartbreak
and felt sympathy pains
as I stood in your imagined rains
holding fast in rising tides
and now this is a distant thing
a possible remedy for a memory
but not a healing touch to give
too far for hugs or shoulder to lean
so I just see this reflection of you
watch the calm before the tempest
wanting the happy ending
waiting to see who the princess is
and mostly
wanting to see you smile
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here is the eye of the storm
the calm in the middle of chaos
I have become that insanity of instance
in an instant I have read your fortune
held your hand however briefly
even if just to read your palm
examined life lines and love lines
and yes I compared them to mine
felt the clouds burst
over your heartbreak
and felt sympathy pains
as I stood in your imagined rains
holding fast in rising tides
and now this is a distant thing
a possible remedy for a memory
but not a healing touch to give
too far for hugs or shoulder to lean
so I just see this reflection of you
watch the calm before the tempest
wanting the happy ending
waiting to see who the princess is
and mostly
wanting to see you smile
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new form every day... Dizain (day 28 of 365 in 365)
2011-01-28 22:43:00
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INVISIBLE
this friendship slowly slips away
or perhaps that is perception
maybe we just need a new day
to make another connection
and move in a new direction
I hold to hope like a life ring
wanting back the beautiful thing
the joy and comfort that was there
not this subtle disappearing
this gradual fading to air
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From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Dizain
Although the Decastich or Sonnetina is a popular form, this one seems to have become neglected in favour of the others.
This was originally a French form and initially would have been made up of eight syllable lines, but later ten syllable lines were also used. A few examples of this form in England did prefer Iambic Pentameter, but that's purely up to the poet.
The rhyme scheme is: a. b. a. b. b. c. c. d. c. d.
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INVISIBLE
this friendship slowly slips away
or perhaps that is perception
maybe we just need a new day
to make another connection
and move in a new direction
I hold to hope like a life ring
wanting back the beautiful thing
the joy and comfort that was there
not this subtle disappearing
this gradual fading to air
***************************************************************
From: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/list.html
Dizain
Although the Decastich or Sonnetina is a popular form, this one seems to have become neglected in favour of the others.
This was originally a French form and initially would have been made up of eight syllable lines, but later ten syllable lines were also used. A few examples of this form in England did prefer Iambic Pentameter, but that's purely up to the poet.
The rhyme scheme is: a. b. a. b. b. c. c. d. c. d.
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Cross-posting old stuff here...
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I am posting all my 2011 poems here. Slowly but surely. I'm only up to January 27... this is taking much longer than I expected, but I will catch up to myself at some point. I hope you enjoy the journey I have taken thus far this year.
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I am posting all my 2011 poems here. Slowly but surely. I'm only up to January 27... this is taking much longer than I expected, but I will catch up to myself at some point. I hope you enjoy the journey I have taken thus far this year.
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