- PEBBLE IN THE POND-
Out, out they go in
rippled waves, undulating
smokey-mirrored rings
these concentrics, like
Orbs in clouded Spaces there
about Diana
E'er Supernal,
now circles for Faces gone
to places else... Yet
out they go & go...
these rings apulse aquivered
beyond this Sun and
Antipode, awash
in clouded Moonslight...out &
out - Oh!, not-so-brief
Candles - beyond Space
Antivort, as sponge Re-re-
flections of an-
nulus Consequence!
Unicentric wavepercusses -
Bom!...Bom!...Bom!... Eurhyth-
mically "Telltale Poets"...
Time... Non Esse! And yet they go...
out...&...out....&...out...
from cloudy-headed
Places... Echoes through soundless
Space, these filaments
to a Billions Years'
devolution, alas the
Pebble in the Pond
To what Heaven this
Hell hath wrought from throbbed circums
of our obliqued Lives!?
H.e.m.
1.12.MMvii.
(Ad Astra Per Aspera)
Two Shea
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- HaroHalola
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Whan that aprille
with the surest sote,
the drought of mars
hath pierced every rote
and bathed every vein
in swich liquor,
of which, vertu,
engendered is the fleur....
whan that harola
dropeth his pebbles
in the poetry pool,
yon wings spread wide and far,
tho naught divisive,
no, more like
a broadening of
already vast horizens,
to vaster.
I like this one H.
I mean, its' still a struggle for my old musical brain to find a beat in your
poetics, but the heart leans forward in something like perplexed glee.
That's something!
H
with the surest sote,
the drought of mars
hath pierced every rote
and bathed every vein
in swich liquor,
of which, vertu,
engendered is the fleur....
whan that harola
dropeth his pebbles
in the poetry pool,
yon wings spread wide and far,
tho naught divisive,
no, more like
a broadening of
already vast horizens,
to vaster.
I like this one H.
I mean, its' still a struggle for my old musical brain to find a beat in your
poetics, but the heart leans forward in something like perplexed glee.
That's something!
H

"I am a victim of society, and, an entertainer"........DW
- HaroHalola
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h_p - Welle, yon troubador, thou hath verily o'erwh'lm'd... TY for the efforted, gracious Reply I shall treasure 'mongst fave, indeed! Do you not glean/resonate w/the "pulses" & cadences I am setting-forth, irregular meters tho' they be; the sturm & drang? I have been a Professional Musician/player/Vocalist/"composer" virtually my entire Life, therefore my approach to Poetry (also, Lifelong) mirrors the Experience... I hope you will continue to Read my Work & the Code for illumination become more-extant; my striving toward level-messaging, a part of the sonic equation... H'H./H.e.m.[/i]
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Indeed, I shall continue to wrestle your beats down to a sparkling pin of mastery.
I should note, that in my response above the first stanza should have been in quotes...Chaucer I think, something I had to memorize and recite in high school and never forgot after all these years.
"rave on words on printed page...."
H
I should note, that in my response above the first stanza should have been in quotes...Chaucer I think, something I had to memorize and recite in high school and never forgot after all these years.
"rave on words on printed page...."
H

"I am a victim of society, and, an entertainer"........DW
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