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- HaroHalola
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hester...
Well, TY for the attentions to my Work; that you "like It/drawn to It" are signposts of not "confusion," but the encounter w/a Poetic Style/timbre not of familiarity, & the aforementioned certainly not my aim, i.e., to confound, but to create mentation. Do continue a pursuit to "deciphering" my Code, It's there, HP - I promise - & believe you'll be happily rewarded for the efforts - H'H./H.e.m.
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- HaroHalola
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TJ
TY, pleased you've had pleasure & enjoyment in Reading my Work, & for the gracious welcome with the other "Primates" - H'H./H.e.m.
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- Doreen Peri
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Haro... I'm having a hard time figuring out who you're talking to when you reply. I know you're talking to the people who commented, but I have to scroll back and try to figure out which one and i'm not doing very good with it. Can you either use the quote button to quote the person you're replying to, or put their name at the beginning of your replies so it would be more clear? Lots of us reply and list the names of the people who commented to us and reply to their comments like that. Just an idea. Thanks, Haro!
And again Welcome!
And again Welcome!
- HaroHalola
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DOREEN/REPLY...
Dear Doreen - TY for broaching, I had been/am a bit flummoxed, as I have been placing the recipient's name in the "Subject" Box, unlike other venues where I am always cognizant of this appellation as a salutation, saw no intrinsic need... Also, curious as to why I am repeatedly asked to "Login" when I check "Remember Me"? Please reply with protocols; minor stuff, of course, but irksome - H'H./H.e.m.
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- Doreen Peri
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Ohhhh... I see!.... my sincere apologies... For some reason the "title" spot in a reply has never worked on this site. I have no idea why. I am so much not a techie, i have no clue why the universe put the install button in my hand for these boards. I'm sorry it doesn't work. So instead of typing the name there, just type it in the posting window. I need tech help.
There's nothing wrong with the software for the log-in. Others have had that problem before and we've been advised by a person who IS a techie that the reason you might need 2 log-in attempts is on the user's browser end. It's a cookie problem.
Go to your browser's advanced preferences and find the cookies settings, then delete all the cookies related to this site, then come back tot he site and it should work fine. If you want more specific info for your particular browser, pm me and I'll see what I can do to help.
Again, welcome to the studio and sorry for the reply title glitch.
There's nothing wrong with the software for the log-in. Others have had that problem before and we've been advised by a person who IS a techie that the reason you might need 2 log-in attempts is on the user's browser end. It's a cookie problem.
Go to your browser's advanced preferences and find the cookies settings, then delete all the cookies related to this site, then come back tot he site and it should work fine. If you want more specific info for your particular browser, pm me and I'll see what I can do to help.
Again, welcome to the studio and sorry for the reply title glitch.
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- ZEA MAYS VILLANELLE -
Zea Mays undresses
Crown to Stamien born adorn
of flaxen, silk'd tresses
Abides the guesses
B'neath pelisse and pettisworn
Zea Mays undresses
Sheaths peeled to stealth caresses
plucked and shorn
of flaxen, silk'd tresses
Like Angels' threads not-of-less'
Sweetest nibs del amarillo horn
Zea Mays undresses
Endishabille`, denude - not of fresses
But out-of coaxed, abridged of scorn
of flaxen, silk'd tresses
Blond of blond necesses excesses
"Oh, what a beautiful Morn..."
Zea Mays undresses
of flaxen, silk'd tresses.
H.e.m.
3.26.MMviii.
Crown to Stamien born adorn
of flaxen, silk'd tresses
Abides the guesses
B'neath pelisse and pettisworn
Zea Mays undresses
Sheaths peeled to stealth caresses
plucked and shorn
of flaxen, silk'd tresses
Like Angels' threads not-of-less'
Sweetest nibs del amarillo horn
Zea Mays undresses
Endishabille`, denude - not of fresses
But out-of coaxed, abridged of scorn
of flaxen, silk'd tresses
Blond of blond necesses excesses
"Oh, what a beautiful Morn..."
Zea Mays undresses
of flaxen, silk'd tresses.
H.e.m.
3.26.MMviii.
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- Doreen Peri
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Re: - ZEA MAYS VILLANELLE -
Very cool format. Is there a name for this format, H?
I like this!
I like this!
HaroHalola wrote:Zea Mays undresses
Crown to Stamien born adorn
of flaxen, silk'd tresses
Abides the guesses
B'neath pelisse and pettisworn
Zea Mays undresses
Sheaths peeled to stealth caresses
plucked and shorn
of flaxen, silk'd tresses
Like Angels' threads not-of-less'
Sweetest nibs del amarillo horn
Zea Mays undresses
Endishabille`, denude - not of fresses
But out-of coaxed, abridged of scorn
of flaxen, silk'd tresses
Blond of blond necesses excesses
"Oh, what a beautiful Morn..."
Zea Mays undresses
of flaxen, silk'd tresses.
H.e.m.
3.26.MMviii.
- HaroHalola
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Doreen - Again, I forgot re: "Title" glitch; OK, this Piece is "ZEA MAYS VILLANELLE;" the 2nd Post is, "YAHWEH ELOHEME'S VILLAINELLE". TY for the attention, as always to my Work. Both, as noted in the Titles, are of the Villanelle form, a Classical motif developed in the 1800's, patterned after French models. Dylan Thomas' "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night," of course, the most recognized. H'H./H.e.m.
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- Doreen Peri
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Ahh... ok... I thought the format sounded familiar. I wrote a villanelle myself once in my life. 1999... it's called "Balancing Act"HaroHalola wrote:Doreen - Again, I forgot re: "Title" glitch; OK, this Piece is "ZEA MAYS VILLANELLE;" the 2nd Post is, "YAHWEH ELOHEME'S VILLAINELLE". TY for the attention, as always to my Work. Both, as noted in the Titles, are of the Villanelle form, a Classical motif developed in the 1800's, patterned after French models. Dylan Thomas' "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night," of course, the most recognized. H'H./H.e.m.
Here's the pattern i have in my notes
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I tried it!
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Balancing Act
I balance on the precipice of here and now and then
And wonder if we'll ever find our destiny crusade.
I search behind your eyes for hope and comforting, again,
Yet still I'm trapped in madness of the nowhere that we've been.
I delve into the perils of lost love's hard promenade,
And balance on the precipice of here and now and then.
My counterpoise soon paralized; I've lost my fountain pen....
And I, the rampant writer trapped within a love decayed,
Soon search behind your eyes for hope and comforting, again,
Yet cannot find an attitude from you, 'cept what if when.
And so I act the riotous, perpetuous charade --
And balance on the precipice of here and now and then.
My timing twists the seconds as I feign commedienne
And tempt you with a wink and smile, my countenance unfrayed --
But when I search your eyes for hope and comforting, again,
The night intrudes with black to quell the memory of when.
The moon's embracing light begins to surface then to fade.
I balance on the precipice of here and now and then.
I search behind your eyes for hope and comforting, again.
- HaroHalola
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Doreen - Yes, you've got the Villanelle form "down;" would you mind, terribly, if I take the liberty here to Work (ReWork) a bit of "Villanelle Magic?" Not a ReWrite of your Work, simply my Style of Crit., w/o agenda... H'H./H.e.m.
Balancing Act
I balance on the precipice of here, now and then
Wonder if we'll ever find our destiny-crusade
And search behind your eyes for hope and comforting, again,
Yet still I'm trapped in madness of the nowhere we've been
Delve into the peri's of lost love's hard promenade,
I balance on the precipice of here and now and then.
And counterpoise soon paralized; I've lost my fountain pen....
And I, the rampant-writer trapped within a love-decayed,
And search behind your eyes for hope and comforting, again,
Yet not to find an attitude of you, 'cept what-if, when.
And so I act the riotous, perpetuous charade --
I balance on the precipice of here, now and then.
Timing twists the seconds, a feign commedienne
And tempt you with a wink, a smile, my countenance unfrayed --
And search behind your eyes for hope and comforting, again,
The night intrudes It's black to quell the memory of when.
The moon's embrasive light begins-to-surface, then to fade.
I balance on the precipice of here, now and then.
And search behind your eyes for hope and comforting, again.
Balancing Act
I balance on the precipice of here, now and then
Wonder if we'll ever find our destiny-crusade
And search behind your eyes for hope and comforting, again,
Yet still I'm trapped in madness of the nowhere we've been
Delve into the peri's of lost love's hard promenade,
I balance on the precipice of here and now and then.
And counterpoise soon paralized; I've lost my fountain pen....
And I, the rampant-writer trapped within a love-decayed,
And search behind your eyes for hope and comforting, again,
Yet not to find an attitude of you, 'cept what-if, when.
And so I act the riotous, perpetuous charade --
I balance on the precipice of here, now and then.
Timing twists the seconds, a feign commedienne
And tempt you with a wink, a smile, my countenance unfrayed --
And search behind your eyes for hope and comforting, again,
The night intrudes It's black to quell the memory of when.
The moon's embrasive light begins-to-surface, then to fade.
I balance on the precipice of here, now and then.
And search behind your eyes for hope and comforting, again.
LIFE IS NOT MEASURED IN CONVERSATIONS UNSPOKEN
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