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TPB: How true love is likened to summer / Thomas Malory
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Today on The Penny Blog:
How true love is likened to summer, by Thomas Malory
And thus it passed on from Candlemass until after Easter, that the month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit; for like as herbs and trees bring forth fruit and flourish in May, in like wise every lusty heart that is in any manner a lover, springeth and flourisheth in lusty deeds.... more »
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Poems: 190513 - May 19th, 2013
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190513A
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I need a dose of beauty,
as the only cure there is
for a chronic condition,
that can never get any better,
but can always get much worse.
Something wild and high enough,
so it makes me feel as free
as if I have really escaped gravity,
and even if there is no way out,... more »
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TPB: Barbara Allen's Cruelty
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Today on The Penny Blog: Barbara Allen's Cruelty
In Scarlet town where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin’,
Made every youth cry, "Well-away!"
Her name was Barbara Allen.
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Space Sharks of Baltimore MD (Ping Corey)
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Ever hear of the Space Sharks who are based in Baltimore, Corey?
They say they are familiar with Perryville...
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"Really digging your style. You are a great storyteller with a unique, cool voice! Keep on rocking, and if you're ever in Baltimore, we'd open for you... more »
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TPB: May Wind / Sara Teasdale
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Today on The Penny Blog:
May Wind, by Sara Teasdale
I said, "I have shut my heart
As one shuts an open door,
That Love may starve within
And trouble me no more."
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cycle
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in the mango season
my tongue dances upon peaks
of sweetness jumbling peach
and cherry and orange
and a heedless longing
for more
in some galaxy
a creature with breasts
has such a cunt
with seven husbands
standing in line
for the valentine’s celebrated
every day at noon
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why one might study chinese
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if one is interested in epistemology
(as i passingly was) how the mind
might make the leap from sand
to meteor shower in a thousand
flea-leaps of faith
painted tonight
on the lips of a woman
as if etymology could at be tasted
and long-stemmed sonnets
reduced to reddish gardens
fumbling to be unbuttoned... more »
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Blues & Pops / Kerouac
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Okay, I was closer to Kerouac's "Blues" than "Pops" in the goblledeegook rhyme poems discussed on Horatio's "Just as Well" thread, as the Pops are basically American Haiku:
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"...Jack Kerouac called them "pops," Western haikus. He didn't always stick to the correct 17 syllable count but many of his images did "pop" from his... more »
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Hazel's Hex / Will Dockery
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Hazel's Hex
She holds her hand against the glass.
Before she gets too much memory.
This game of numbers
chances so high to lose.
I hesitate
to call her name.
Deep humid night
sick wildflower smell.
Watch her knocking
across the Village Green
I feel a sinking inside.
Looked into her eyes... more »
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