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Dane Burgess Poem
Doth thou Parle the night's
Vastidity?
Wouldst be thine haver of thy
Uneyed, thought-sickness strewn umoving
Travels?
Ratherst, it be that, it is thine
trade-fallen quarters; thine debt as
the Militarist is mete by the
Languish bestrewn on thine epochtic mind.
The morrow breaks...
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The key, may it be
One that lets us see
The soul and it’s light
For it is only right
To plot the course of life
That we have set
To remain in-between love
And happiness
For at times life is mete
By minutes that last a lifetime
So let us begin to the path; to
Set forth with open minds.
Guided by our body and soul
Let, no one tell us different;
For…the past lover
No longer plays that role.
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Dane Burgess Poem
“A” less Museless Poem
(a lipogram)
How is to be without;
the use of my muse?
Will it be the bedrock
of future thoughts?
Would it be foreboding;
or be more-or-less just.
To shorten this penury;
of my written text.
I need thoughts to flow
from both hemispheres
to the mighty pen.
To be delivered upon
This folio of one sheet
Printed with electronic ink
referent to the book; no
criterion to the tome; no
The proto-dossier; yes
Of mine on going discovery
To plot and etch written
To-morrows upon this my
One sheet of electronic vellum; is
The conundrum to use only 24 letters;
Should be quite the simple feet.
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Word-Worker
Thee procurement and collection
Of this smattering of letters
No matter your predilection
For future employment of type setters
To criss and cross all the tees and eyes
Paying close attention to the prose
Transcribing thine inner reflections width and lengthwise
In all subsequent rows
By paying out the aforementioned
It may be held in contention
That without future authorship; I would be un-pensioned.
16NOV20
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The Proseman’s¹ Guide
By the fruits of the Poeter’s vocation
The courtship of mental tinkerings & its written translation
Of one’s inner and outer feelings; a mentally intoxicating libation
Of nuances; pouring from the point of creation;
A quill, a pen…used to spell out this notation
Come alive; to form the tapestry of written constellations
For it may take time to see life’s sedimentation
And take note of a thought’s conceptualization
From beginning to end and transcribe the dictation
verbatim; to ensure there is no unwanted obfuscation
that in this process; there are interludes; brief stagnations
not seen in this polished work of written elocution;
is the exploration & experimentation not found in each line; just it’s summation
of the ebb & flow of this poetical concoction
for if this meandering of prose was archaic; it would need a furthering; illumination
and more likely than not a soft touch of preservation
and a fair bit of the Reader’s intellectual navigation
Hence, leaving the mind’s eye more open for future inspiration
-25NOV20
¹ Proseman: a prose writer —opposed to poet
https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/proseman
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Taking into account; the Poeter's quip
Shant it be unfurled to reveal thine
Penned and newly coined path of authorship
Paying out the Poeter’s plumb line
Veering from the course
Plotting new wave points
Carting the next rhyme before the horse
Beginning each line with the next conjoint
Taking time to proceed; and dote
Forsaking time tested ways
Remaking each verse concave and connote
Breaking the norm; within this phrase
Plucking the strings of a mental violin
That one trains to adroit and therein
Making each intellectual a rational linchpin.
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Breaking through the ramparts
Of thine lover’s slumber
Is mete by one’s soulmate’s
Subconscious love reaction;
To each other’s sweet pursed lips;
A Kiss Back (With a Hello Baby, “I love you”)
Would it not be fair to;
Purport that in our nightly trance
Beset by body and mind;
The feelings grow stronger
Each night;
Each day
For your fated soulmate.
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Thoughts honed to a razor’s edge
The dictionary and thesaurus be my whetstones
Set atop my stalwart quadrupedal aide
Pulverized hemlocks be my stationary cohort
A hewn cedar be cylindrical partner in rhyme
A sooty viscous slurry be my workmate
The milky sap of the arborist companion be my reviser
Time; unlimited; to be committed to sonnetifcation
Mete by minute or by days…to precompose
To choreograph the mind’s breadth of complexity
To see the inferences…laid out; covertly or overtly
Upon reaching a draft of my pre-thoughts; spelt out
To reave the uncomplicatedness from each line
Leaving nothing unprinted upon the page.
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In a mishmash of the ubiquitous
Consonants peppered with vowels
Thoughts flow as my hypergraphia grows
Building fireworks of prose
Upon scraps; line or unlined sheets
With a restrictive verse
I the Poeter can be quite terse
A thought provoking reshaper
A tessellation of text into rows
As this near Rondeau Prime is set to close
Lest, we not fail to mention semivowels
With the aforementioned in mind; it was never meant to be obliquitous¹
02-03JUL18
¹ exhibiting or characterized by obliquity²
² an obscure or confusing statement
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In the battles we have fought
In the fields; of a far off land
We took a stand; with a band
Of brothers; trained and adroit
In the ways of being the crusher
In the fight at the front-
Lines, to bolster and build; to bear the brunt
Of all that an insurgent could muster
With your brothers in arms;
Side by side; in the convoys
Of men and machines; all the epitome of the real McCoy
And duty bound to stand in harm’s
Way; in full battle rattle
Head to toe; to extend one’s reach
To stand and charge into the breach
Onto that day’s field of battle
For in the battle; we fight
With and along; side our war-brothers; to the bitter end
Hell bound on task to expend
All rounds into all foes insight
For upon, the day I was pinned
Mine war-bitten heart is with the men
Who were with me…and continue to be
My brothers in arms…now and forever.
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