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 |    A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
 A log of our magnificent journey. |
Originally entered in Round 84 of the "Invalid Item"  : "Invalid Post" I listen to the breeze imploring me to seize the chance and join in Nature's dance upon the broad expanse of green, where deer and geese convene in harmony between the hills among the daffodils with music from the milling bees. Notes on the Luc Bat form of poetry ▼ |
| Water lilies bloom and calm a troubled pilgrim, who wandered on scene as they rest on quiet pond away from the bustling crowd. Those vibrant blossoms resurrect a sense of worth, so he can go on. Notes on the Oriental Octet form of poetry ▼ |
| Exploration The purpose of this exhortation is to make all you writers aware of benefits derived from exploration beyond the realm of factual affair. Just follow your Muse to Inspiration Station, where one can see pixies dance in a stream, or details of a future revelation, caught in the camera of a dream. |
| Asian koel sings a striking melody-- lovely lilt lingering beneath the sprawling mango tree. The song drifts down to folks below, coo-coo-cooing, calming, as sunset provides a vibrant glow. |
| Both West Point cadet and crafty old vet commit to meet ev'ry threat without any fret. No quit! We are in their debt and shall not forget their grit. Notes on the Lai form of poetry ▼ |
| cold penetrates beneath the layers of clothing freezing, awful, gripping, winter bulbous nose is clogged by curds of snot running, salty, sniffling, February licking mucus from frozen upper lip shivering, nasty, flowing, constant spitting out gurgling wads of phlegm hacking, coughing, sneezing, incessant Notes on the Mobius form of poetry ▼ |
| Just being there among the daffodils is better than a bottle full of pills to remedy the worst of all my ills and restore my faith in the field of dreams-- those dreams which take me to another place away from commerce race with hectic pace, just soaking up the best of Nature's grace, while listening to songs of mountain streams. Notes on the Ochtfochlach form of poetry ▼ |
twilight solitude when work is done farm exudes barnyard ambrosia |
The new year came in with a loud thud, as we slammed the door on twenty-twenty, which gave us nothing but a flood of crud: riots, wildfires, hurricanes, pandemic, and then there was the party, where I tried to drown all my sorrows. After a while, I felt the need to relieve myself and stumbled toward the lavatory door, but I was sadly mistaken, because, come daylight, I awoke in a glistening pile of yellow snow. 18 lines |
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