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Jun 12 04, 07:42
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QUOTE (Just Daniel @ June 11 2004, 07:31) I haven’t time to do justice to such a form as this, as this is scootin’ time; I’d be remiss must go; don’t dis… must go; don’t dis
me first attempt at monotet, since I’ve no time jest now to set a spell and chat until I get the feel fer it… the feel fer it Hey Daniel! :sun:
Nice to read you again! :lovie: :dance:
This is an excellent reply!
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In all the times we've crossed a pen or two, I've been a clucky hen who yearns to interact with you this fact is true, this fact is true.
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Nov 13 04, 00:17
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I wrote this poem for my son, Anthony
Precious Memories
Softly crooned songs, day's fading light, rock baby to sleep every night. So innocent in his own right, wondrous delight, wondrous delight
Wishing precious dreams little one, close your eyes baby, day is done. Cuddle with winkie, night's begun, slumber til sun, slumber til sun.
"Mommy has your bottle right here close your eyes now, mommy is near." Softly brushes away a tear, "Nothing to fear, nothing to fear."
Many diapers, wipies, and Pooh, bottles, binkies, and winkie too. lots of precious memories grew, now twenty-two, now twenty-two.
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Jan 8 07, 18:09
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Grace Oh’s Us Art
A monotetra fills its space with rhymes, but moves along with grace and attitude; its subtle bass thu-thumps its pace, a thumping pace.
It takes you where you didn't know a heart could wander safe below a mind that's kept alert with joe… yet walk so slow, walk oh so slow.
Exploring's not monotonous; it may be even humorous to see the contrast; it's a plus we should discuss…. We must discuss
what's going on inside that heart— the one not pulsing blood but art its spirit's aching to impart… it's off the chart… way off the chart.
© MLee Dickens'son 08 Jan 2007
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Dec 9 17, 23:21
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A Musing Form
While strolling through the halls today I found a form, left on display, whose beard was long and hair dark grey; fading away, fading. A way
and opportunity arose since no one’s here with poem or prose that I might bring it back. Suppose if someone knows; if someone’s nose
is tweaked they’ll join and resurrect the Mono-tetra and reflect upon its ease and then correct a certain speck. It’s circumspect
that when this form’s brought to the top it will bring forth a burgeoned crop of interesting poems. Don’t drop or muse will stop. Our muse will stop.
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Dec 14 17, 16:37
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The Knack
Would that those who had come to pen their thoughts and dreams without chagrin had stayed around much longer when their peers chimed in. Their peers chimed in
to help with some critiqued advice and hoped suggestions would suffice to polish gems that shined like ice which would be nice. What would be nice
if all the folks who left came back into Mosaic’s little shack to show their expertise or lack but want the knack. They want the knack.
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Dec 28 17, 09:21
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Harried Christmas
As Twenty-Seventeen winds down and Eighteen’s babe is in its gown we praise the One who wears the crown in every town. In every town
you’ll find the painted effigies in yards and under dying trees with decorations hung to please that no one sees. That no one seize
an opportunity to pray upon this sacred holiday instead of shopping each display for a toupee. Foray to pay.
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Jan 7 18, 09:13
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An Egg's Crack
You have a knack with that old pen to cause my brain to stop and think about your words, and once again you prod until you find a chink
in rusty armor that I wear so you can poke more fun at me as though I stand before you bare for you and all the world to see.
I'm Humpty Dumpty on a wall precariously on my back. I fear that you will make me fall upon my crack; you'll make me crack.
YIKES!
Not only did I not use ONE rhyme in each stanza, I did not replicate the first four syllables of each stanza's fourth line, only doing that in the final stanza!!
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Jan 7 18, 22:52
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A Long Goodbye
Why can’t the world view what I see of Nature; that her panoply is but a gift to you and me, each single tree. Each single tree
takes years to grow and when mature yields fruit or food. It will endure for centuries, keep our air pure while some may cure. While some may cure
the ills of man; values imbue them with a worth one must construe as priceless treasures which are few. Bid earth her due! Bid earth adieu.
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Jan 8 18, 00:12
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ERRATA
I can't believe I erred again and blotched my monotetra pen. I showed up as an alien,
and clucked as some old ailing hen. clucked like a hen, some ailing hen.
I need to dust computer keys so I won't write like amputees now that I have two better knees;
my writing now should be a breeze. I'll write with ease; I miss the ease.
On Tuesday I'll be at my house; at night it's quiet as a mouse. Perhaps I'll write again and douse you like a louse; I'm such a louse!
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Jan 8 18, 00:32
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Airing more Errors
Oh my! I've screwed it up again; my fourth lines don't repeat, and when I noticed, spit upon my pen! I've lost my yen; where is my yen?
If only I could get it right the first time. 'haps once more I'll write next week, or maybe a fortnight. It's such a plight; O what a plight!
I see that you're also aware how much I erred; it's only fair that we should learn together, bare of shame and blare; no shame or blare.
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Jan 8 18, 17:27
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Just Human
Although we’re human, as it were and we are often found to err… a tiny truth. You might concur, yet still we stir. We steal and stir
up words until we’re satisfied with what is wrought for we’ve applied our skill. That fact can’t be denied for we have tried. ‘Fore we have tried
to write in unfamiliar form we study what is called the “norm” until a flower from the corm grows like a charm. Goes likely charm.
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