Poetry for the masses!
Mar. 10th, 2013 01:16 pmStill approx. 3 hours to go on today's Poetry for the Masses!. To get the ball rolling (more), the next person to tip will trigger a second freebie. The first Freebie can be found here, it falls into the Silk Road Allies 'verse.
I have the following poem available for purchase. All Poetry for the Masses! poems are on a pay-what-you-will scale. Click the first paragraph link for the perks.
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"The Dance of Spring".
The flowers came earlier every year,
the thaw whispering across lands
before the earth was ready. They shivered,
in the flimsiness of their dresses,
diving back into their trees to keep warm."
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"Nature's Prank."
When the dinosaurs first returned, most thought it a prank,
something the paleontologists had cooked up in the lab one night,
after one too many drinks.
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Best Intentions
Immortality was not his intention, a life, perhaps.
He had followed the Roman Army, stood on the Capital
when Brutus stabbed Caesar, someone needed to stay alive
to tell the tales. He wrote.
(This is a 64-squared poem, and tells how Gilbert Rome became Immortal.
(You might also see
ysabetwordsmith poem, When in Rome, a Gilbert Rome character sketch I requested during a prior Poetry Fishbowl for more details into who Gillbert Rome is.)
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Thank you!
Prompts welcomed, comments loved, tips appreciated!
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I have the following poem available for purchase. All Poetry for the Masses! poems are on a pay-what-you-will scale. Click the first paragraph link for the perks.
--
"The Dance of Spring".
The flowers came earlier every year,
the thaw whispering across lands
before the earth was ready. They shivered,
in the flimsiness of their dresses,
diving back into their trees to keep warm."
--
"Nature's Prank."
When the dinosaurs first returned, most thought it a prank,
something the paleontologists had cooked up in the lab one night,
after one too many drinks.
--
Best Intentions
Immortality was not his intention, a life, perhaps.
He had followed the Roman Army, stood on the Capital
when Brutus stabbed Caesar, someone needed to stay alive
to tell the tales. He wrote.
(This is a 64-squared poem, and tells how Gilbert Rome became Immortal.
(You might also see
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Thank you!
Prompts welcomed, comments loved, tips appreciated!
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