Phrasal Poems - Poems about Phrasal

...FREE VERSE words framed in white space phrasal lines enjambed with a line break in a fluid left margin ......Read the rest...

...Beyond six feet of distance and seven heavens of this pull of woods, I draw intensities of sounds and words to placements, Calling me beyond the territories of these leaves. My soul sought prof......Read the rest...

...(A linguistic experience) Was there any argument that justified the existence of the word-disease? something more was said of this at the beginning of the completion of the understanding ......Read the rest...

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...fixity or flux in the evasion of monotony a linear turn to integrity in phrasal inflections scanning language in signature verse internal sounds made prominent with div......Read the rest...

...fixity or flux in the evasion of monotony a linear turn to integrity in phrasal inflections scanning language in signature verse internal sounds made prominent with div......Read the rest...

...The first word there had to be - was BE, and that was the very first in existence And from Genesis and Eden to Elsinore, it has had a remarkable degree of persistence It seems that once BE had be......Read the rest...

...Finding bliss implicit yet inspiring bright prisms scrawled on alpha arcs with backward zag small black on ......Read the rest...

...What Holds More Resplendent Gifts Of The Great And Vast Beyond Seas of poetry orations, I once took my swims being strong in spirit, stouter in heart and lithe of limbs What dread had I of illne......Read the rest...

...'No pain,no gain‘ Mum reminded us wryly. 'No lemon no melon' Dad quipped adding pith to the bitter- sweet maxim. So there we stood, Sis and I, incarcerated by our own pa......Read the rest...

...In the beginning was the word Before that, no noun, no thing Then no sound was ever heard And no passing bell would ring So therefore no adjective was needed to describe it or deplore it No pr......Read the rest...

...All hail to thee love, your swave "eh" intrigues me. Your embattlements stack like wet cordwood upon the pile of used newspapers in my outhouse, making the use of a corn cob most appealing. I fee......Read the rest...