Best Portend Poems

Trapped in the meter,
  a prisoner of rhyme

My spirit indicted,
  destroyer of time

A minstrels disciple,
  epistle in hand

The sound and the rhythm,
  my souls contraband

New couplets my jailer,
  their sentences terse

The key to their freedom,
  locked deep in the...

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If we could look into the seeds of time,
and say which grain will grow and which will not,
we would arrange our affairs defiantly
in the face of current opposition.

If a thought should geminate and flourish
in the barren soil of the status quo,
it would likely be by...

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