#EPANALEPSIS POETRY
--POETRY- EPANALEPSIS - POETRY--
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TRY IT, test it out, TRY IT!
WRITE an epanalepsis poem, WRITE
THE SAME word to end the sentence THE SAME
OR one that has the same meaning MAYBE?
YOU CAN traverse too.
Like this, YOU CAN.
It ALSO can be within a sentence, like ALSO here.
NOT to far in and NOT to far from the end like this.
so TRY one, or two. go on TRY
WHY P.S. hasn't got the form listed who knows?
Google 'Epanalepsis Poetry', then perhaps you too will wonder WHY.
YOU HAVE just read the rules, no, oh yes YOU HAVE
LOVE TO see someone else have ago, LOVE TO
LOADS' of hugs' LOADS'
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EPANEPLEPIS POETRY
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REMINDER
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A man who knew what he was talking about, a man who knew!
"Mankind must put an end to war or, war will end mankind"
Quote President John F. Kennedy; D. Trump not worthy of the title let alone a quote.
Restrained just recently, President Trump was, he should be permanently restrained.
Blame others Trumps policies, sacks those who understand he's not man enough to take the blame.
Senryu, defined, in short, mans' foibles', even briefer, the optimum definition, 'Trump" a one-word 'senryu'.
Schoolboys' antics', mine's bigger than yours, beware of Presidents reenacting schoolboys ways.
Reminder: When the USA has to choose again, remember Trump's ditherings on war; this, NB, Just a reminder.
#epanslepsis-poetryMy garden often inspires me to write poetry or proes doth my garden.
Wildlife forays of the wild oft can’t beat my backyard for fauna.
Wonder why, then you see them spraying, felling, I still wonder why
My garden where I am at one with nature, robins sing in my garden
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We dream, we wish, we hope, we pray, who are we?
Are we the many, slaves, abused, malnourished, are we?
Humanity ruined by the arrogant, no thought of humanity!
Power unlimited, their alibi to murder, flag power.
Untruths to convince their followers, for what, their lies?
Populations of counties whose news mediums are restrained!
People never allowed to officially no the truth, populations!
North Korea led by a maniac, the only truth in North Korea.
True truths, well, of course, there other countries lies, its true.
Conspiracies led by leaders all for personal gain, conspiracies!
Armies in allegiance with leaders, politicians, forbidden armies!
Religion governing countries, isn't that politics, not religion?
Hypocrisy at it's hight, thou shalt not, thou shall or die!
Religion to this very day condones evil, true hypocrisy!
fear we have too... it is called self-preservation... fear
scared all the time... in daylight and in darkness... scared
women forced to live with this preoccupation...
in certain countries a way of life for all women...
discrimination in all its forms a fear that should never be
inadvertently enforced by governments ... maybe... discrimination
a life of solitude... once did exist in until the west invaded
distant lands where we killed... enslaved... solitude decimated...
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WHO?
Can you remember when, can you remember?
When you were Mumy’s little Angel, when!
Who clipped your wings, tell us, tell us who?
Whatever our gender, we all need whatever.
Whatever is the same for all life, whatever.
To be confused deliberately is to be abused.
To be raped, whatever your gender, yes raped!
What happened to please, and no, what happened?
Slavery, forced prostitution, 21st century, slavery.
Scratching the surface, just scratching the surface
1 million women chant, men too, 1 million more.
Chant for human rights, yes you, come on chant!
Chant, you should not have to keep looking over
Your shoulder, to know your safe, shout it out.
Who clipped your wings, evil clipped your wings, that’s who?
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In the gentle dark, squirm deep, dark thoughts,
To wake primal fears, that die when we wake,
And the rose-tinged dawn, light caught in the rose,
Holds us in its hands, as cupped petal the light holds,
To touch me with softness, a bird-feather touch.
© JANE DOUGHERTY 2017
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Our souls are but fodder to the evil that rules this world, they have no souls.
Governments that fail to control cultural traditions like scarring women’s breasts.
With hot irons, tortured beyond belief, ask why, its a tradition, their Governments condone.
Women scared to give birth to female babies, in fear, of so-called tradition, women living in fear.
Why, animals are treated with more respect, Gods plan, if it is then I know why.
God has realised, that he created evil, yes the human race, repent, too late, God is done!
We’ve killed, maimed and butchered our own kind, to this day were planning war, like we haven’t killed before!
It’s not retribution we face, no, we are a failure, a disgrace, our acts God takes as his retribution for His mistake.
#EPANALEPSIS NEW POETRY FORM
Trials of true love, passion tested.
True love is in your eyes.
His and yours, can’t be disguised, true love.
Unrequited love, love forlorn.
Will never pass the test, will never
Trust the eyes they never lie.
Can’t conceal a lie, trust the eyes!
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Wildlife habitats, of many forms, succumbing to human habitats.
Rainforests of the world wilfully destroyed to satisfy human greed.
Regardless of wildlife or endemic human beings, the rainforests go!
Valleys, wetlands, drowned or dehydrated like the wetlands wildlife.
Moorland, burned, cleared for monocultures, moorland wildlife gone!
Indirectly or not anything that disturbs the balance of nature
Contributes to global warming caused climate change, indirectly or not.
In the process, mass extinction, can this process be stopped, can it?
Recycling it can help, not to stop it slow it down, recycling, do it!
Planet ‘B’, should it be discovered, how many years to reach it?
How many millions of light would it take to reach this planet ‘B’?
Viable in all extremes no defects in our genes, all must remain viable!
For how long, how many generations will it take afore we get to see?
A light year is about 5.88 trillion miles and 6+ times that, how long?
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#EPANALEPSIS POETRY
look into the eyes, look
true love eyes never lie about true love
infatuation, loves learning curve, infatuation
I do, the vow, forty-eight years and still I do
together, we will always be together
alone again, never again alone
together now, and forever together
perfected love our life, our life is love perfected
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Holding ground, standing, your on my security team,
Wow, my heart is thumping my breath I’ve been holding.
Myself I’ve set a trial to use the prompts I set myself.
In my short poetry challenge, time, I thought would be short
Surprised myself with time to spare I truly am surprised
Your title, your poem although not a trial your title did it
Epanalepsis, a pair, wow, a pair of not matched epanalepsis.
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#Epanalepsis Poetry
trials of true love passion tested
true love is in your eyes
his and yours, can’t be disguised, true love
unrequited love, love forlorn.
will never pass the test, will never
trust the eyes they never lie
can’t conceal a lie, trust the eyes
#INVENTED BY MICK TALBOT
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Sitting down, on a moor top tor, resting.
Meditating, as the moon waves the sun goodbye.
I stare into the abyss, of space, meditating.
Clouds rush in, black as night, storm clouds.
Wind, now howls, breaking the spell, noisy wind!
Nature talks, gives me warning, thanks, nature.
Southwesterly wind, not cold, but driving.
At my back, lightening step, thanks, southwesterly.
Home, I have reached my cave, my sweet home.
Sleep beckons, sand fills my eyes,
the Sandman’s parting gift, sleep has me.
#MY INVENTION
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together we will always be together
alone again never again alone
together now and forever together
perfected love our life, our life is love perfected
#NEW FORM
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