Conation
Conation
Have you tilted the axis
on a new tomorrow
Have you changed with intention
— the direction of time
(The New Room: February, 2024)
Round Peg — Square Holes
The poetry of mathematics
— oxymoronic at best
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Robert The Bruce
War is won
before the first battle fought
Willful intention
the enemy caught
Decision a crossbow
empowered by choice
The spirit retracting
— a conquering voice
(Stonehenge: March, 1987)
Apate
Captive of emotion
— prisoner of deceit
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Crossing Over
Attending his own funeral
no tears were exchanged
No grieving or mourning
— but memory remained
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
In Memoriam
People won’t remember you
because of your money
The human spirit bereft
by your dollars in vain
History won’t revere you
because of your tokens
Your legacy built upon
— prescience ordained
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Blood Trail
Don’t get sucked into choosing
both sides are bad
The Left or the Right
their massages sad
The Right tries to promise
what Leftist’s sublate
Two sides to a trap
— where lies are the bait
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
“What Simple Folk Do …”
Only inside ordinary things
is the extraordinary released
Baptized new day after day
eternity unleashed
Only by embracing what’s common amongst us
as Arthur knew so well
Can we move on to where it starts
beyond heaven — beyond hell
(Memories Of Camelot: February, 2024)
Making Our Bed
The silence of death
lives in the future
Sleeping with memories
— of yesterday’s past
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
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Submitted by KurtPhilipBehm on February 21, 2024
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,617 |
Words | 295 |
Stanzas | 25 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 4, 4, 1, 2, 1, 4, 1, 8, 1, 4, 4, 1, 1, 4, 4, 1, 1, 4, 1 |
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