All great poets
know it,
imbibing,
contriving
reason through rhyme,
meter and time.
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Mon 25 Aug, 2003 07:05 pm
edgar, what th'
No, Cav. all great poets don't know it.
HOWEVER
The simplist way to say hello,
Is just to say it, don't 'ya know.
We're so caught up in saying rhyme,
That we just miss the church on time.
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cavfancier
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Mon 25 Aug, 2003 07:26 pm
Just riffing on the emoticons, Letty
Free association
sometimes leads one
to notions unknown,
mysteries of minds,
people known,
yet enigmatic.
I am a new lamb
among a well-established flock.
The history eludes me,
but love embraces,
encases all who cross my path
here in this gentle garden
of knowledge, words
and ardent fervor
for community.
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edgarblythe
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Mon 25 Aug, 2003 07:35 pm
Just letting everyone know my source of inspiration - Ha ha
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edgarblythe
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Tue 26 Aug, 2003 04:52 am
Just a feeble humor is all.
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edgarblythe
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Tue 26 Aug, 2003 04:57 am
When a not is a knot
And not a not
On paper is plain to see
But when a knot is a plot
And not a not
It's easy to confuse poor me
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Tue 26 Aug, 2003 09:35 am
Well, of course, Edgar. What am I thinking of?
The muse of Poe's poetry is plain,
A drink or two creates the flame.
The opiate dreams
Of Coleridge, it seems,
Gave the albatross a flambeau of fame.
Hey, We can do limericks here can we KNOT?
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edgarblythe
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Tue 26 Aug, 2003 04:47 pm
I'm a freyed so.
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edgarblythe
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Wed 27 Aug, 2003 04:59 am
Adjectives by the great blue-green sea,
Its waves crashing on the rocks,
Its gulls clawing at the froth; swift beaks
Nick the waves; fishers on its docks:
It laps at the feet of boy and girl,
Who arm in arm race with crabs,
Then dance away with a splash and whirl,
Bear away sea dribbles and dabs.
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Letty
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Wed 27 Aug, 2003 05:11 am
Edgar, that is a breathtaking poem. I can't even find an emoticon that truly reflects the sea scape that you just painted.
What is it about compressed verse,
Laconic, compacted and terse?
And what is the lure of the ring
That captures a strange circle thing?
I think and I write as do you,
And couplets still seem to hold true.
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cavfancier
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Wed 27 Aug, 2003 05:13 am
It laps at the feet of boy and girl,
Who arm in arm race with crabs,
Not sea bream, lobster, shrimp? The clown in me thinks "crabs" may not be the best choice of sea creature, unless that is what you intended...and I do love your writing. Lovely piece.
Live
breathe
create
life
give
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cavfancier
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Wed 27 Aug, 2003 05:16 am
I was honest...it is incredibly evocative...
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edgarblythe
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Wed 27 Aug, 2003 11:04 am
When one attempts spontaniety, crabs are often all one has with which to populate a beach.
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Letty
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Wed 27 Aug, 2003 11:19 am
Not so, Edgar.
There's always the logger head turtle,
And shells that one may hold to the ear
Just to hear the echo of the past
The tides with the moon can cast
A strange glow of at last
at last
at last
The ship of pearl as Oliver Wendell calls it.
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edgarblythe
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Wed 27 Aug, 2003 02:22 pm
But I like the little crabs.
They got claws that grabs
They got mouths that frowns
They sidle off like clowns
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cavfancier
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Wed 27 Aug, 2003 02:25 pm
Heh heh...
Clowns are kinda scary
often a bit wary
tripping on their shoes
often hides the blues.
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edgarblythe
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Wed 27 Aug, 2003 02:30 pm
I often don a red nose myself
And make believe I am a baggy pants elf
of a slaphappy clown
I waddle like chaplin into a scene
Make myself red, burst a spleen
Run then in circles and fall down
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Wed 27 Aug, 2003 07:35 pm
And Rudolph the Red, knows rain, dear,
and Emett always smiled behind one tear.
And those tones of Enrico?
ah, my, how dulcet
How wonderful those Italian pipes,
Colombina was a trollop, Clown.
Forget her and please say, Goodnight.
The clown in me thinks "crabs" may not be the best choice of sea creature, unless that is what you intended...and I do love your writing. Lovely piece.