(2015)
This is a univocal lipogram poem, where only one vowel is used throughout the poem
#Lipogram #Wind
“You gotta let your poems sing, ma… the old poet said. His red ball cap perched atop his… like a lonely old moment of youth, covering a mind alive with creativ…
Alas my fellow poets, have I foun… amongst your fold: fellow stoics,… Kindred in spirit and dreamers of… Oh sweet apathy, I write of your… Oh lady I will be your beer speak…
Why choose misery over the joy found when mugs on the table hide their secrets and pour out everything
The language I live in is a playground of excessive expression. Fitted to the guiles of love and the rascal finishes
We shoot for superiority. The best of the idea, the winning match and set game for the domination. I, with masculine energy,
Oh how I wish my talent with words were like that of a painter with color and dimension.
Here’s the bet. What’s a blind? Pass the pretzels bro. I’ve never had this beer before.… Have these cards been shuffled?
Loud angry voices emanating throughout the land trying best to think best about what is best. Argue best.
You’ve got to bleed life and be able to write it with a grip in your hand that knows no limit, clenching 'til the roots
You let them run free. guided, sure, but still free to make their mistakes and live li… You let them experience their pove… Let them earn success through dest…
I wish my memories were translated… Reflections of my life, entranced in melody, I wonder how they would sound. The music of my memories...
I shall make for me some natural herb tea, my unquestioning remedy, for what, to me, remains elusive..… a good night’s sleep.
There is no other, no mother, no father, Only you and me Between the shade, of the house we made,
If I ever write a poem and give it the title “A Dream”... Do not read that poem. Hesitate before every word,
Live to see from sunrise to set, dances of dazes, how memories collect. Be it too wrong