formfindsfunction

The bards of English verse have taught my pen Much more of life and love than I'd admit. They reach from centuries to speak again And I admire wordsmiths I've not met. They speak plain truth and life in simple words And touch on human nature that rings true In every age. How marvelous the chords They strike beyond the old age into new.

oh, waterbear! oh, tardigrade! my deepest ponders you ensnare; is death, to you, just a charade? long trains of thought do you pervade; are you the blade, god's veil to tear? oh, waterbear! oh, tardigrade! are you panspermic seeds, far-splayed? did i come from the genes we share? is death, to you, just a charade? oh, watertard! oh, bearigrade! oh, watergrade! oh, tardibear! oh, waterbear...oh, tardigrade... so, now my sanity's been flayed; my thoughts on you, blame's brunt do bare... is death, to you, just a charade? though fey, i think my point's been made... though i must point it with great care; oh, waterbear...oh, tardigrade... is d

Said God, despite perfection found in Three: "Let there be another in this place, And let him reflect glory back to me." "Tis naught but a reflection of my face; Mankind shall rule a garden, bear a name. So let there be another in this place." Trees bear fruit and helpers bear the blame-- Serpents striking heels will be retried. Man has ruled a garden, borne a name. Reflecting former glory mankind cried; His failing cast a shadow on such love. Serpents striking heels will be retried. Oh man who stands as icon, not enough; Still one more will come to stand as king. Man's failing cast a shadow on such love. Victory will come, the garden si

"there is nothing here to be seen.": misdirection's opening screen. insurrection is creeping keen, 'alternate truth' its protection; misdirection's insurrection. to see and not to say: perverse. to choose blindness: possibly worse; a fell kindness driving a hearse. give not in to the crowd's madness; to choose blindness? a fell kindness. should we fail to call this bluff history will, with time enough, make us its shills; an earned rebuff. if we yet quaff this stagnant swill history will make us its shills.

Carthage shall forever feel the sting of your sword. We shall not endeavor to keep you in untoward circumstances. Go, then-- with lands to be explored and duly conquered when you set foot within them. And there are other men to grovel at my hem. And there are maidens, too, that I cannot condemn for falling into you the way I almost did; the way I wanted to. The love we had was all too sordid to end another way than it did.

weaving wisps, knitting with nothing. i'm compulsed, but not inspired.

 Astral: of or pertaining to the aster, stellar, star-shaped, pertaining to the stars Stars seem like cold and distant flames, burning in the long night hours we never knew we never dreamed that they were always watching us close, Just because the sun dominates,  and our skies are clouded with  light, Never meant they couldn't see, they are always watching us from the vault of the sky, Wondering if we know they are dead They have been dead for ages and years, shedding old light

Gyres Whirl in maddening circles 'Round her, while Words wend Their way into form. Back of it all, the medium And the message (ferried from spirits Through billowing Cursive) will stir hearts, as Sirens stirred Penelope's spouse.

Artemisia: type of plant, genus of aromatic shrubs or herbs A taste of Witches brew is bitter When Diane's moonlight grew wormwood buds Orion lost interest, or died and she pined. and   then cut him out in bitter stars.

The burning crown fits just right on her.

Aria: air or song, a melody, solo in an opera accompanied by instrumentation Music deep and rich, flows out, spilling on the air One voice One note Drawn out among the others, Centre stage Singing.

Vines furling Vines dreaming Writhing in stone, Celtic leaves Or the dance Twirling slowly, Origin in hearts or was it The product of Arabia?

suppliance sibilance succorance sustenance succulence sibilanace undulance sustenance utterance submergence undulance turbulence utterance transmittance unctuous turbulence succulence transmittance suppliance transcendence

murder's lost meaning; i've realized my potential... in this form. my evolution awaits. it is but my death away.

Reach into your heart Engaged, I will marry you Let go of your life l a m Ask for permission Try not to fight anymore Ignore what she said n c o g n i t Ordinary night No, nothing lasts forever Seems so short, this life e l f i s Have you had enough? I feel it's time to move on Please. Don't call me back.

Creatureless me Denied myself sweet happiness Creatureless me Shrouded in lonely mystery No salvation from distress No love or soul, no more, no less Creatureless me

Create and sing! Your mind has wings from Music wrought In an eye's blink to being brought in Timeless Hall What you can think to the last dot, that I will call to make a world                  The horse's trott, the fir-trees tall, the heat and cold                                        The creatures small, and big and bold                                                                    Just as I've told:                                                                                   Eä! Be!

pop-a-cap-cappity, 'dirty' george zimmerman were iced tea and skittles aimed at your head? self-preservational stories should go before a dozen or so peers when someone is dead.

I can't stand your company so never leave me be. Hold me like a lover while I sleep alone tonight. I never want to see you except perhaps for always. I scream when I'm without you and I scream when you're within. And since you're always with me I'll always be alone. You know that I am soft; you know that I am stone.

Songe nordique.                             Pour Judith. Eau, calme Le froid Empalme L'effroi L'eau pâle Opale Empale L'orfroi. Un grand souffle Sur la mer S'emmitoufle Songe amer Une danse En cadence Se condense En enfer. De grandes ombres Couvrent l'azur Sous les décombres Un fjord obscur Dans son arène Cherche la reine Douce et sereine Au regard pur. Tombant sur la glace Un pleur de cristal Déchire l'espace Dur comme un métal Une épée cou

the son't is a form i devised due to my love/hate relationship with traditional sonnets. it is basically a HIGHLY truncated version of a sonnet with a few bits of silliness thrown in to lighten up the mood. the rundown: the lines are 5 syllables long, containing two and a half iambs (one of you guys out there can supply me with the right name for this, i am sure), literally cutting the length of a sonnet line in half. there are only seven lines. the rhyme scheme runs A/B/A/C/B/C/A, but the last words in lines one and seven must be the same word. there must be at least ONE abbreviated or truncated word (feel free to go nuts, the more the