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033: In the Thirty-Third Year
Plants bearing seeds according to their kinds and trees with fruit with seed according to it and (GOOD!) evening and good morning and Third day. Third river’s Tigris. Three sons: Shem, Ham Japeth. This is how you build it build it build it: three-hundy [insert colloquial measurements] long. Wife and three sons enter enter, three sons…
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032: He That Serves Woman
John may have wed both rope and gun; yes, married a poisoned doctor’s pill; his view of woman must be undone: some basilisks make lovers still. The fly in Fly-Treacle serves the course, so he that serves woman, woman, woman, he that serves woman won’t divorce. }{ For newcomers — a note on 50 @…
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030: Færwel, Welfær
a signed memorandum drafted soon after Brandon Stuckey’s passion safety < salvus ~ salvare > salvation: deliverance from harm, ruin, or loss There’s this idea in our society that… well… see… one of the old timers sipping his ale in The Golden Dragon pub said it better: “Keep your nose outta trouble and no trouble’ll…
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029: I Know Why the Caged Verse Sings
The free verse leaves out the back of the line, aimlessly grieves until we hear it whining, wailing, singing for more, more, MORE. It has never paid nor gone without—a babe, a brat, a brawling rich twit. But a verse that stalks down her narrow lines would never walk through a crowd to dine with…
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028: Contemptusemptus Mundi or “The Pre-emptive Comtemptive”
mundi contemptus doesn’t comfort the suicide, whose selfish escort just quits when life takes sorrow serious, when now old age grows deleterious, Hemingway was cowed when came threat of age when neither his pluck nor nerve would engage contemptus mundi hidden inside him, but scorned weak skin, his youth subdivided his fates: Brave men can…
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026: The Doubt of Future Woes
The doubt of future woes exiles my present pain, my wit, it warns me, “Mind the sorrows everyone again employs as if despair, despair, despair, brought truth unquestioned, unrestrained. I do declare that sorrows left within the void without the context brought by joy, the cultured route of pain-then-pleasure-ever-after, brings not truth, but lies —…
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025: Clothes that Fit Everyone Else but You
that moment when the boxer briefs you’re wearing catch all your bathroom’s light WHAM! how it hits you, branches and leaves: you’ve owned them forever, since – what’s the night? Oh yeah! It was Valentine’s Day Dance, Sixth Grade. You’d won them raising funds for artists. “’Lastic band, orange frog print?” “Lance.” (goes nice with Dance…
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024: An Elogium für ein Lettre-Arius Mægster Tollkühn
Now we ought to eulogize Phantasie Author’s might, Mythopoet literary, our faebles, legends obligated to him, Mythopoet resuscitates. He stimulated earthen scions— primary source’s Visioneer: Middangeard woke up fiction. Mythopoet? They reject your word artistry, Mystic Seer. _________ }{ For newcomers — a note on 50 @ 25: Once upon a time, I read that…
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021: Villano Tres
for the Gergia mythos Sometimes the truth resides between three liars; that stout, resistant core that never breaks. The light of Ashen’s hidden in a fire. One speaks of mountain dew in his desire while two divert — “The river Ashen makes.” Sometimes the truth resides between three liars. They’ll take you on a course…
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020: The Expelliarmus
For these next few, I’m writing hymn lyrics. I worship with a large group of believers who was first on the ground when the tornado hit — a congregation whose worship moves them into action and thus inspires me. I’m writing these for that congregation and for my worship minister friends to tinker with –…
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019: The Emendare
For these next few, I’m writing hymn lyrics. I worship with a large group of believers who was first on the ground when the tornado hit — a congregation whose worship moves them into action and so inspires me. I’m writing these for them and for my worship minister friends to tinker with–hopefully there’s something…
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017: These Three
For these next few, I’m writing hymn lyrics. I worship with a large group of believers who was first on the ground when the tornado hit — a congregation whose worship moves them into action and so inspires me. I’m writing these for them and for my worship minister friends to tinker with–hopefully there’s something…