Long Vers libre Poems

Poetic Encryption Like Ancient Egyptian

This terror and threat to poetic clarity,
Becomes a pet rock for some poets.

Words do count for sure, but so does
Clarity unless poets put a mask on.

Encryption can be used to mask...

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The Deception of Free Verse: Dreams I, Translation of Etiemble’s L’imposture du vers libre by T. Wignesan 

(From René Etiemble’s only poetry collection: le Coeur et la cendre: soixante ans de poésie (the heart and...

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These days I seek no more than this, discernment, verse gets heard,
a comment’s icing on the cake, but ratings are absurd.
A ‘one’ could be my best review, a ‘five’ the praise of fool,
a compliment, fraud’s...

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HEAVEN'S NATURE WITNESS OUR DREAM

Outstretched maternal skies
bleeding slowly as the sun smiles,
running golden rays 
fugue flux flowed by,
frozen bear-shaped clouds
extend their arms to hug the beams.
Charmingly, the light meets
the earth with a tender embrace...

Escaped warmth...

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my life has not turned out as imagined
the biggest accomplishment has been writing
though we have had a long struggle
been challenged by death and sorrow
           ...

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Me?

I'm two hundred and sixty pounds of fat
muscle and bone.
ligaments and nerves.
emotions and freewill.

six feet and three inches
of longing
and of hope 
that is bound to be lost

I alone am no hero.

but then again,
alone,
none of us...

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I live my life in moderation
so I can afford the extravagance 
of dawdling in dreams.

The price of creativity is idle time spent
longing for depth, 
with words in my hand
and though there's nothing crucial to say...

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The writers of vers libre follow no structure,
it begins with an image in their head;
          words imagining a picture,
and soon the creating will spread;
  ...

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The deception of  “free verse”: Dreams II, Translation of Etiemble’s “L’imposture du vers libre” by T. Wignesan

“Free verse, free not to be verse” – Audiberti

My love is not blue like a lake
my love is...

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A circle has no end.
Around and around and around it goes.
Around the sun our planet goes
revolving endlessly -
winters dissolving into springs and summers
dissolving into autumns and back again.

Tiny grains of sand 
are circles so minute
we...

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frolicking with waves on a tranquil seashore…
                     saffron-hued  sapphire waves rolling away, 
 ...

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Maverick(Vers libre)

Life for me was vain, trying to get gain
In Peterbilt truck, I’ve had the worst luck

Driving in deep snow, bad tempers do show
Praying the roads clear, very hard to steer

Having a tire low, ...

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Dear Alliteration, 
First friend, foremost;
Forgetting not,
Shy Allegory, 
Dressed in Allusion; 
Sweet Anaphora, 
How I need thee! 
How I need thee!
 
And Assonance; 
Never deep asleep, 
Nor rest Refrained, 
By Caesura; 
Clever Chiasmus; 
Who has pause...

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Villanelle : Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire

Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire
Pull Pound down tear veil off event horizon holes
All to make for one's own sacre the pur sang lyre

Invent a machine...

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Travelling forlorn in the desert of desolate life
I wander dazed chasing your mystique mirage,
enticed, I am seduced by your shifting delusion,
my broken heart is strewn as debris on your trail.

I don’t know where I am...

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God’s Word is a mirror, strong proof,
a basic, factual tool which can typify mankind.

Archaic illustration from this book…
abduction, untruths, conniving and killing.
Individual, loyal to God for a long span
abruptly drops control, turning corrupt.

King David was...

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Since the first bomb blast in my town,
I began talking to winds in strange languages.
Since bayonets had been replaced by rapist-soldiers,
I started building tin-nests on tall branches.
Since bullets became drunk with madness of
Trigger happy men...

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All right, no more Abecedarian again!
Buzz off,
Cut me some slack,
Dogging me,
Entrapping me with a 
Form of poetry I am not
Good at,
Hamilton!
I entreat you
Jot down some other forms that won’t
Knock me off my rocker, like
Lyric, Limerick...

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Whence Wordsworth
danced with daffodils
the world of poetry
moved on with
symbols  of the inner  man
new poems soon began
 verse  was freed
to  explore
           ...

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Yes, I remember…
I’ve a sonnet of us, rhyming
silently, across the vast blue sky
in waiting, eagerly 
for sweet November rain.
We knew, we both
have the need to feel 
what’s good to be touched… 
the truth was, by...

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The woman sits silently
on the edge of the bed

A thin shaft of afternoon sun
from a tear in faded curtains
slices the murky room,
landing on the man's damp body
half-covered with draggled sheets

She had completed her dressing.
Now slipping...

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Colossal 

midst intricate mystery

offering exploration 

yon space ship... 

to my soul ---

---wondrous abode 

of divine bliss 

enthralling spirit 

with gracious glory

toward eternal life 

for triumphant worship---

by faith* in the Lord...

... heaven, I can't miss. 

*Hebrews...

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*Image of Rose & Ring by Amazon.com

Advents A Door

Sweet be the fragrance
          of a rose bouquet
          that...

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Poetry, look!
A free worm* crawls on you hand!

The French always tended to invent 
all sorts of nasty things:
freedom, equality, fraternity, 
French fries, free verse.
When I was a small and ardent poet,
I worshipped rhymes
and denied a...

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Outlandishness!
forsake me promptly
ink and exegesis
no reminiscence of yesteryear
                   unexpectedness

not all epistles
armchairs
philharmonic
autumn leaf looming
    ...

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