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Rhyme Schemes

Is science an everchanging paradigm akin to poetry’s everchanging rhyme interpreted by those who never write yet keep a dark thesaurus out of sight and so when I place paper beneath pen I seldom rate the outcome “lose or win”. One breakthrough gave the surgeons laughing fits when told, “between your cutting - wash your mitts” as poets play the game of “almost rhymes” comparing it to misdemeanor crimes not punishable with a failing grade a shallow grave filled in without a spade. As poets who doctor soul with wit ramble on and don’t know when to quit science will not learn the lessons taught folded within the dust of crumpled thought. John G. Lawless 8/13/2021

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Date: 9/11/2021 8:56:00 AM
"...the dust of crumpled thought..." That's so perfectly descriptive! Great poem!
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Date: 8/14/2021 6:42:00 AM
Brilliant penning. I adore this one. It is a fave. God bless you always, Love, Gina
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Date: 8/13/2021 11:37:00 AM
This is a priceless write, John. Well, what I mean is it is fabulous! Most of what we poets write is "priceless" I suppose. We don't get paid for them!
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Date: 8/13/2021 7:29:00 AM
Picking through my crumpled thoughts, I do see that I am nearly rhyme, barely reason, not without science and definitely not without dust. I enjoyed this. xomo
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