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And My Father Still Rests In An Unmarked Grave

And My Father Still Rests In An Unmarked Grave I have decided that it always rains at funerals—as we are digging into the drenched earth—or maybe rain is just relative to death—The air hangs thick with loss and hurt, Water clings to us and the soil like grief,Swallowing memories of his voice and name.Memories sink into the soil, heavy and mute.Yet none dare speak of grief or blame. Everyone is…

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The Liberal Tongue

The Liberal TongueOh, Lalochezia, your bitter gift,A crutch for minds that seem adrift.In the sewers where their passions tread,Where reason falters, words profane—Erupt to mask the moral strain,Their thoughts misshapen, loosely spread.They wield you, sharp and loud in pride,As if their tongues could part the tide.They scream and curse—a creed untrue—Their vulgar cries, so brash and base,Leaves…

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Anaphora

Anaphora: A rhetorical and poetic device that involves the repetition of the same word or group of words at the beginning of successive phrases, clauses, sentences, or lines. This technique creates emphasis, reinforces themes, and adds rhythm or emotional resonance to the text.“I came, I saw, I conquered.”In this famous phrase, the repetition of “I” at the start of each clause is an example of…

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Florida’s Fickle Fantasy

Florida’s Fickle Fantasy Florida’s fierce flowers flourish in fiery sun,Palm trees proudly parade,their trunks poised as one.Salty sea breezes sweep swiftly through the skies,While waves whisper warm wisheswhere white sand lies.Tropical trails twist toward tall tangled trees,Birds break the bright bluewith a bold beating breeze.Gators glide gracefully, green in the glistening glow,Cranes call…

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Fortune’s Chains and Modesty’s Crown

Fortune’s Chains and Modesty’s Crown Is Fortune a harlot, or is she a Queen?The world has placed a crown unseen—Heavy with sorrow, weighted with sin,A burden she carries, though never to win. They whisper she sells her flesh for gold,Melted and formed in shackles cold,Link by link at ankle and wrist,A prisoner bound, yet they insist. While Modesty waits for a diamond’s gleam,To be named as…

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Herstory: Nellie Bly

Herstory: Nellie BlyIn a world that whispered, Stay in place,She rose to challenge, she dared to chaseThe truth unspoken, the voices lost,And paid the price—no matter the cost. A girl with fire, fierce and bright,She read their words and knew the fightWas hers to claim, her pen to wield,To carve her name upon the field. She donned a mask, played mad and wild,Trapped in halls where reason’s…

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Hidden in Words

Hidden in Words Trust holds an us, yet fragile and thin,Life holds an if, a question untold,A bond once shattered, hard to mend.A path uncertain, a future controlled. Friend holds an end, a bitter toll,Lover holds an over, swift,A whispered promise left unsold.A burning flame that turns to mist. Believe holds a lie inside,Words deceive, yet words reveal,A word that bends, a hope denied.They…

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Workshopping The Poets Creed and Rebel's Reply

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Anisosyllabic Poetry

Anisosyllabic poetry refers to metrical systems in which the syllables in each line have varying lengths, creating an uneven rhythm. This contrasts with more regular metrical forms like iambic or trochaic meter. Often, anisosyllabic poetry uses free verse or unconstrained line lengths, allowing for more flexibility in the structure of the poem. Whispers in the BreezeThe breeze whispers…

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Bowl of Ants

Bowl of Ants We had no cereal, the cupboards—bare,So the neighbor gave us some to share,But the box was old, its sweetness stale,And hidden inside it, an antistic trail. Mother smiled as she poured the milk,A precious stream, like liquid silk.I clutched my spoon with hungry might,Ready to feast on this rare delight. But up they crawled, from the milky sea,Tiny invaders, I didn’t foresee.I…

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The Hidden Potential of Constraint Poetry: Discovery Through Limitation

The Hidden Potential of Constraint Poetry: Discovery Through Limitation Poetry, in its essence, is a form of expression that thrives on creative freedom. However, the paradox of constraint poetry lies in its ability to expand creativity rather than restrict it. By imposing limitations on form, structure, or language, constraint poetry forces both the poet and the reader to engage more deeply…

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Accent in Poetry

Accent In poetry, accent refers to the emphasis placed on a particular syllable, word, or sound within a line. This emphasis may be achieved through stress, tone, or length, which are key features in prosodic systems. The first version uses natural stress. Stand and Sing Rise when the dark winds howl and call,Stand though the storm may shake and fall.Faith is the rock where hope is strong,God…

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The Poet’s Creed: A Didactic Guide to Verse and VirtueThe Rebel’s Reply: A Challenge to the Poet’s Creed

The Poet’s Creed: A Didactic Guide to Verse and VirtueThe Rebel’s Reply: A Challenge to the Poet’s Creed I. The Call of the PoetO thou who seek’st to wield the pen,Attend my words, then write again.A poet’s craft is not mere art,But wisdom set in measured part. Each line must shape, each word must weigh,No idle breath, no wasteful lay.For verse, like law, must justice bear,And truth be girded,…

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Aphaeresis and Apocope

Aphaeresis and Apocope Aphaeresis: A poetic and linguistic device where a syllable or sound is omitted from the beginning of a word, often to maintain the meter, rhythm, or style of a line. This technique is commonly used in older poetry and song lyrics.’gainst (for against)’neath (for beneath)’tis (for it is)In poetry, aphaeresis helps compress words to fit a specific metrical pattern or create…

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Spirit of White

Spirit of White Whispered winds carry our wings so high,Hidden stories are woven into our silent cry,In the gleam of our feathers, a truth concealed,Tales of ancestors in silence revealed.Eyes of blue, yet deeper skies we see,Beyond the pale, a lineage wild and free.In us flows the river of forgotten lore,Rooted in spirit, yet seeking more.Descendant of the earth, skies, and land,Sacred blood…

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Attention

AttentionAttention! Lend me your attention,Not just a glance, but real retention.Don’t let your mind drift far away—Stay with me now, don’t let me stray. Make me your attention’s need,The whispered thought, the pull, the seed.Let every moment bend to me,Like waves that bow before the sea. Pay me your attention well,Not borrowed coin, but truth to tell.Not fleeting sparks, but steady light,A…