they come, they go:
ages since Ford
and Edison
the hallowed mass
of light and gas
has made the glow
across the board
now seen in heaven
they sell, they trade
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they come, they go:
ages since Ford
and Edison
the hallowed mass
of light and gas
has made the glow
across the board
now seen in heaven
they sell, they trade
Stiff spine
Smooth face
I wonder what
Book covers when
Not being Book
Hello. I was right, a few days in, to realise with sinking heart that there were going to be too many good entries...
There was Moonbird's 'Black Hole', an infinity of nothing, with all the...
Results to be announced soon!
Excellent, all, so far. I can foresee headaches... :)
Hmmm. Some of you have posted comments which might (fortunately or unfortunately) be mistaken for entries, being pretty minimalist themselves. So sorry, but could you please let me know (especially...
Congrats YesNo! We had one bird last time, and now we have two... it's almost like the twelve days of Christmas! :)
krymsonkyng, thank you very much for the honour...
qimissung and DieterM: thank you very much for the encouragement...
...and to all my worthy colleagues, thank you all for the continuing...
In a cage of eyes
I stand entrapped
Taken by surprise
Am all enrapt
My eyes look at me
Beauty around
And all that they see
By radiance crowned
Here's a comment...
I've noticed that our 'minimalist' poems are getting less and less minimalist. I am appalled that I just wrote a sonnet and passed it off as minimalist, which it clearly is...
No rose-red cities nor the mighty ships
Just sudden darkness and distant poundings
An itch I couldn't scratch and silent lips
Slack and still set soft in my surroundings
They went all armed...
Congrats, krymsonkyng, for your luminous exercise in wordsmithing! :) And thanks for the new title.
Anniversary will do for me
I am eclectic
Will go for any rhyme scheme
Gloss, literary flourish
A sucker for metric potency
Or low-hanging punnets
Annually cryptic
Anniversary will do for me
There once was a zombie with brains:
His angst that sad fact quite explains.
Whilst his peers hunted head
He lay sulking in bed
Upset at their mindless refrains.
They lived together
Their cottage was small
You wouldn't think there
Was a cottage at all
There came quite a storm
It flattened the trees
But their house stood firm
With greatest of ease
Hillwalker: congrats on a masterful piece! :)
AdoreroDio: Heh, it was a mix of Paul Simon, Dylan Thomas, and yes, Faulkner-style American stream-of-consciousness. :)
everything is burnt metal
concrete dust builds buildings
roads, sweepings, all infra
structured ulterior disease
sing a bloody pore, so called
but the trees, ah the trees
save everything like...
Yes, it is. "Played the students chess" is correct but considered awkward in most standard forms of prose English. However, it is poetry we are considering here. I'd like to add that this order is in...
Sigh. Could we take the grammatical parsing etc out of this thread?
"Knew I things past?" is grammatical, just possibly awkward in syntax. It follows the form verb-subject-object, as in "Loved I a...
A man walks down the street
He says, "Why am I hanging alone down here?
Why am I hanging alone down?
Why has my life been so damn hard?
I need a psychoanalysis now,
I want a shot at...
Thanks for judging, Pen! And congrats to AD! :)
We wondered why
the Milky Way
stayed in one place
When we were gods
we looked back and
saw the condom.
We didn't start the fire burning
Said Hicksville's most sagacious poet
Yet for all the world still turning
It feels as if there's something to it.
I saw what I'd not seen before
I have seen...
Congrats Pen! Now all I have to do is go bust some blocks, yes? :)
gathers, ungathers
tide of affairs, man river,
has its way withall