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Broken lines


Broken lines

Across plain surfaces your fruit opines!   A1
Describes your artistry and sightly write   b
the art of poetry: The broken lines!   A2

Unleash your fantasy on page-designs   a
(arrhythmic doggerel attacks that bite),   b
across plain surfaces your fruit opines!   A1

Miraculous your literature aligns   a
ambitious text in rounded form but trite,   b
the art of poetry: The broken lines!   A2

The heavens open and the void enshrines   a
the structured verse, while cumulus contrite,   b
across plain surfaces your fruit opines!   A1

The fancy fonts' array, rotund, entwines   a
while fresh cerebral onion rings recite   b
the art of poetry: The broken lines!   A2

The fruity shaped artistic form resigns,   a
your freedom of poetic thought and sprite   b
across plain surfaces your fruit opines   A1
the art of poetry: The broken lines!   A2

© 01-02-2014, G. Venetopoulos

(Iambic Pentameter Villanelle)
( A1 b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 A2. )
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You may download these nice PDF pages and read about Poetic Devices, Meter and Rhythm, Prose and Differences between Poetry and Prose!!
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Poetic Devices:
http://www.chaparralpoets.org/devices.pdf
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Poetic Devices:
http://campuses.fortbendisd.com/campuses/documents/teacher/2008%5Cteacher_20080829_1416.pdf
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Meter:
http://www.tnellen.com/06iths/spring/poetry_meter.pdf
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Rhythm:
http://www.wier.ca/attachments/178_Rhythm.pdf
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Prose:
http://www.schepartzlab.yale.edu/Coollinkspdfs/yale-writingprose.pdf
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Differences between Poetry and Prose
http://www.readwritethink.org/files/resources/p-as_docs/PoetryandProse.pdf
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Prose Basics:
http://www2.anglistik.uni-freiburg.de/intranet/englishbasics/PDF/Prose.pdf
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Conclusion:

( The art of poetry (free or structured verse) is not the discontinuation 
(braking) of lines that offer to the text a pretty layout, the used fonts,
the geometrical shapes of the text body (circles, rectangles, fruits,
triangles etc) and its alignment on the page ).  
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The art of real poetry (free or structured verse), is the intellectual and poetic qualities, devices and rules the poet eloquently merges in his creations. )


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Anne of Snow


Unalterable turned, cold's Anne of snow;
Of winter laughs and aves in modes of white;
With stare conceivable and face to glow. 

In everlasting streams of mirth and flow;
Orison's company betimes forthright;
Unalterable turned, cold's Anne of snow;

What is important to keep tight, and stow
Ghost nuptial forms of Sunday's blue shore bight,
With stare conceivable and face to glow. 

In silence comes, her white quilt to bestow;
my winter's solitude and dreams' benight;
Unalterable turned, cold's Anne of snow;

White blanket to descend, silent and slow;
The sovereign deep woods, in wordless rite;
With stare conceivable and face to glow. 

Retention of her intellect to show,
Perceptual is her entity and plight;
Unalterable turned, cold's Anne of snow;
With stare conceivable and face to glow.

© 04-16-2012, G. V., All Rights Reserved
(Pentameter Villanelle)
 


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Levitate

This is a day for separation
allow a stillness to unfold
in solitude, the revelation

sees above expectation
of what we are forever told
this is.  A day for separation

from hesitance and trepidation
within the sharply shattered mold
of solitude, the revelation

of wisdom, silence’s fascination
and what we will forever hold
“this is a day”.  For separation

yields conscious manifestation
we nearly lost within this fold
of solitude.  The revelation

brings onset of alteration:
forever fear, frighteningly bold!
This is a day for separation
in solitude (the revelation).


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WHY IS LIFE EITHER DARK OR BRIGHT

Why is life either dark or bright,
dreary as death and joyful as birth?
Why can't it be brighter than light?


Some aim high at claiming their birthright,
their thoughts are rooted in worth;
why is life either dark or bright? 


For many days and nights are cursed with fright,
often failure becomes an unbearable torment;
why can't it be brighter than light?


Could anyone restore a man's blind sight,
or multiply a fish by invoking a thought?
Why is life either dark or bright?


And should all who seem impeccably right,
hide hatred and envy by not rising a doubt? 
Why is life either dark or bright?


Must I remind everyone how fragile is might;
wasn't life created from water and dust? 
Why is life either dark or bright?
Why can't it be brighter than light?


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Total Destruction

<                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                     Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk 
                                     Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                     Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
                                     Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
                                     Destruction of beautiful mother earth


                                    Illuminate waters that someone hurts
                                    Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
                                    Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                    Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
                                    For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
                                    Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                   Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
                                   Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk 
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                   Like land before time when man walked
                                   Wonder how forces existed and talked
                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth


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LIVE WITH PASSION

Live with passion and purpose and insight
I meditate upon truth and beauty
Being and becoming echoes true light


Love shows a path of my life journey flight
I contemplate my spiritual story
Live with passion and purpose and insight


Laugh at the folly of false pride that slights
I concentrate and focus energy
Being and becoming echoes true light


Style a smile to greet all creatures of light
I embrace the path of humanity
Live with passion and purpose and insight


Walk with inspiring grace and grandeur bright
I chart the sure choice of my destiny
Being and becoming echoes true light


Glimpse a boundless sense of intuitive might
I look within to live more mindfully
Live with passion and purpose and insight
Being and becoming echoes true light


Leon Enriquez
15 Mar 2014
Singapore


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Complex of ideas

Complex of ideas

My hands smell like wood and, as I shout for a beginning, I pull myself out of me.
The laughter is shaking inside, it slips from head to foot and climbs…
I’m a young old man, for I have fed myself with old age…
That is why I have muscles so loquacious, so wise, so mild…
I always knew that love means whisper, smile, black and white…
So what that I wear with me this complex of ideas like marsupials wear their 
young?



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Quakers on Pacifism

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war,

Or to refuse to stuff one’s face with meat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore

 

By definition.  It’s not like before.

These things are individual.  We can cheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

 

We cannot break an invisible law.

We rubbed it out, you see.  I should repeat:

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

Some are.  Some aren’t.  There’s nothing we stand for.

We can have bacon, toast or Shredded Wheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war – 

 

To be vegetarian, vegan or

In any way, restrict what one may eat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

This, Friends, is the conclusion we must draw – 

Won’t vote on this; we might just face defeat:

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore. 


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Sacred Anthems

Remember God, from whence thy bounty comes.
And on the morrow bring thy true love home.
Love bequeathed revered knows sacred anthems.

Live lovingly, earning new day's welcomes. 
Embrace heaven's wise teachings where you roam.
Remember God, from whence thy bounty comes.

Spousal bonds enjoin marital maxims.
Matrimonial joy strives, since Adam.
Life bequeathed revered knows sacred anthems.

Families grow stronger amid loves, blossoms.
Children safely thrive in affection's dome.
Remember God, from whence thy bounty comes.

Faithfully make right marital chasms.
Let not one's earthly passions ever roam.
Life bequeathed revered knows sacred anthems.

Our loving God prepared for us, kingdoms.
Lavishly envisioned, heavenly home.
Remember God, from whence thy bounty comes.
Life bequeathed revered knows sacred anthems.


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Two roads of a twisted fate

I see two roads of a twisted fate
Lying before me like hell's gate
What sins have I done to be forced paths
To suffer such torments of opposing wraths
Down one lies pain in pouring rain
Trying in vain to cleanse the earth's stain
With no notion or idea it's not all in vain
The other lies sin and self gain
Demonic laughter clang with chain as nature rides its lane
With pleasures of flesh and blood flowing on a corrupting plane
So with disdain I pound my brain
As time keeps dripping from my vein
Is it the sins and lust that cover the crust
That I must make meeting before my head bust
Or must I refrain because it's truly insane
For what value can debauchery really contain
Why must I suffer and strain if I can't be vain
How humble can I feign to those who let life drain

I can't take this, it's just not fair
No one lends a hand or care
Not even when I help them
Does a seed of ardor stem

It hurts less and less... so strange
How much less til my thoughts derange

When will the falling water remove pride and fear
When will I see worth when those rainy skies clear
When will restraint and reverence leave
How can I dance with flesh if I must grieve

These paths, they are so twisted
Yet choosing one my mind's insisted
Do I swim upstream against the grain
Or reap the rewards of the slain

Do I fight, or all confide?
To unite, or to divide?


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