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I write all my poetry by the rules!
All verse have rules, for some sort of reason?
Although bending them will not be treason!
Even so, some poets act, well, like fools,
being sucked down by large, waiting, whirpools'.
Let there be no doubt at all, use paeon,
pentameter of a Greek creation.
Indeed poets have literary tools.
Whatever the case, my words, me, exposed.
Emotions, often guided by my muse.
Indeed with her help, my words are composed,
our bond surely out of our thoughts arose.
All similar, thoughts, we did not confuse.
Inspired by nature now, my muse, deposed!
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Categories:
paeon, muse, nature, poetry,
Form: Italian Sonnet
I sing the joy of victory won this day at San Jacinto.
General Sam Houston and his men defeated a large armed force.
Mexicans were defeated at this run by a "rudimento".
They did not watch for Texans who could attack now from a new course.
Travis and friends are finally now repaid for their well spent lives.
Soldiers did fall defending a brick town structure fore help arrives.
Categories:
paeon, war,
Form: Rhyme
Johann Rall and his Hessian men are defeated this harsh chilled day.
Washington routed these troops at a small Trenton town with surprise.
Crossing the raw Delaware Run, with war so lost as some would say,
he gives his land a victory now - such needful and sought for prize.
Hundreds of the bad German guards are then taken when full at ease.
Faces are red ashamed for sure when caught having pants down at knees.
Categories:
paeon, war,
Form: Rhyme
Slipping through the fingers of my mind,
all those vague perceptions
of the "I" inside this body
will provide a strange parade
behind the mirror of my life.
If I have learned from growing old,
the fallacy of endless plodding
from one victory until the next--
celebrating notches carved
down to that last bouquet upon my grave,
then it's no journey after all,
but an immersion into truth.
Make of the day, the captaincy of night,
a starship traveling from light to light
when time is one. Let wonder settle in
where hammer blows are dieing.
Stand off upon the crest of doubt
and watch creation groan,
a universe in manifest;
see the one, the present moment
coalescing in our hands,
for that is where the glory lies.
That is where the resurrection waits,
and only there beside the hidden God
the Alleluias ring.
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Categories:
paeon, philosophy, universe,
Form: Free verse