Best Caesura Poems
Voyagers, convene thyselves to return, among us...
Caesura, crown nigh clod, a sylph unwept,
elision thy silhouette, meno thy minuet...
Thine late occurence on thee, wake of cerise sand
Thou belief, like a billow, upon your whitish cheek,
'Twas marina bay, her twaddle a garb of mer,
A henchman docks, thy quay, girdles stymie ebbs,
but he cannot dream aloft a dream she confers...
O'er to woo hand in hand, thou overture unto Sirocco,
Plagues thy pirate ships, quakes men with mar,
His and his only demand, an aegis for lagoons amidst...
Once deluged, sun askew above, one abyss of bagatelles
Deters a tocsin, feign mooting mammals, thy kin a boon,
Aquatica, thee damsel for diminuendos, spurns thy sire,
Her gentle mettle, calls thee, His fervor season calentures...
Aloof thy celestial kisser, nay thy nine, vim domiciles solitary
Doomed skulls ravish, an age id by ice, culls thee, for chastity,
Some may not know, we died to have our love live, over and again,
Amity vows posy littoral seaflowers, buoys colonnades of adventure...
thence, cradles await upon matins, sail thy Oceanus genesis, amen.
caesura
as aesthetic perception
senses a pause...
insights ...
pause for thought
as
ellipis
words and ryhthm
begin to flow-
suddenly
temporal order versums...
below
Kenneth Mackenzie 'CAESURA '
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In lengthening slumberous reposes lies
Dickens' sterling pen under bluish skies;
And through them gloats deathless sun,
Taunting all that under his embers burn.
No more savoring of Oliver’s twisty trials
In doleful dints and extra-nuanced miles;
Nor shall of tested Nell all posterity hear,
Cooed in sweetly plaintive rhythms dear.
Nicholas Nickleby's adventures now
Must halt and take a somnolent bow,
And leave us at Muse’s orphan gate,
Slow to hug our stark bereaving fate.
Whence comes a defter pen to tell
Copperfield's youth and pupil spell,
By stingy virtue ridden through cry
And toil with dismal affection nigh?
Stung reader must content themselves
With ancient writs mute on dull shelves,
And with relish cherish and revive tales
Mid-voyage drowned by muffling gales.
when what. & where
ah ah .... : & a -
the caesura is there
A genuine concern that is poorly expressed
I heard her speak of him as she made light
of his emotions and feelings for the woman he
wished to marry.
Her need for attention, showed when we noticed
the way she would change her voice often during
mid conversation
pronouncing words quite faddish, instead of speak
crisp and clear like normal people
I could see her singing and doing this
but it was neither attractive or influential
yet on the other hand I fully respected the opinions
but the lack of boundaries allowed
my disrespect for her to form the relationship
dynamic ought to consist of two
centered by there willingness to be together
Maybe it's our culture which makes it more
difficult
to be valued in a well centered relationship
or might it be my lack of understanding that causes
me as an outsider to seem foolish and not
be able to understand
is due to the misguided reasonings of ones need to
understand
Stearing off into the distance
concousis might they see beyond
there own rhealm of understanding
then might I to be able to understand
Conversations with Dizi:Erhu: and Suonaa
The Origins of there relationship were
based on a distorded beleif
on her first date she refused him
but Hirsay overhearing them
desided to bed the
Mister and became pregant.
The other married him only
to refuse him were he
could be lonsome and needing
there he would seek other women
to make love to. The wife once put a
bounty on a woman who refused to
play that game with them.
Ten thousand gold coins to person
who would bring the hair
of the harlot
she spoke.
It's beleived she used the hair
to make a pillow
the pillow she used
when she became pregant by her husbands brother
they tricked him into
thinking
the child was his