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    Yes, ingenious! And I see why you imported it. On the Litnet page the formatting probably would be lost.
    "I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
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    Yes, the format would be impossible without the advanced options... I had to play a bit with the "code" option because it too needed tweaking as far as wysiwyg... the advanced preview mode helped immensely in going back and forth... so very glad it's working Far easier to format in a word document like Rhyme Desk and my google.doc. The idea has prolly been done before but I haven't researched it... and no trickery here... no website mumbo jumbo templates used. The next logical step would be to make the "poem" more "poemish" or more impish... but I like it as is... we'll see

    Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
    tailor
    tailor

    who am I but a stitch in time
    what if I were to bare my soul
    would you see me origami

    7-8-2015

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    I`m curious about what follows, but first you have to get some sleep.
    "I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
    Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row

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    My Word Can poem for 1/4/2024: flim flam, kingdom, lit windows, inexact, shogun, nibble, occasion, into space, now, deep

    To the Moon !!! Redux

    “Now, it’s an inexact science going into space,
    let alone the moon, but never fear”
    said the flim flam man to the shogun
    who appeared to be deep in thought
    The lit windows in the tavern gave an amber glow
    It was an occasion the kingdom would never forget
    as a scroll was unrolled bearing a translation
    of ancient hieroglyphs by Timotheses the charioteer -
    and a price was fixed and plans were made for the
    conquest of the moon! as mice nibbled on crumbs
    of bread, contentedly, in the corner of the room

    1/4/2024 r. 1/18/2024

    Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
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    who am I but a stitch in time
    what if I were to bare my soul
    would you see me origami

    7-8-2015

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    Was wondering where these poems were!Enjoyed specially the contrasts: earth and moon, ancient hieroglyphs and space project, humans projecting moon conquest, mice nibbling crumbs.
    "I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
    Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row

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    Word Can poem: Catalpa, noxious, mixture, clip, destination, fundamental, cupboard, pensive, impetuous

    a winter outing

    from my cupboard, squirreled away
    in a sugar tin - next to the noxious
    savors that go into soups, I grab some
    mad money and place it in my money
    clip - a mixture of $1's, $5's, and ten$

    my destination takes me through the
    Catalpa Pine and Douglas Fir forests to
    the casinos - sure to be empty in winter's
    solemn snows - an impetuous journey
    but fundamentally sound in my estima-
    tion: for number combinations of 7’s
    or 1’s have been taunting me daily

    pensively I stare
    willing spinning reels to score
    bells and flashing lights

    1/15/2024 r. 2/1/2024

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    tailor
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    who am I but a stitch in time
    what if I were to bare my soul
    would you see me origami

    7-8-2015

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    Lol! Enjoyed! Here they are encouraging online betting now. Government is always sure to win!
    "I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
    Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row

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    My Word Can poem for 2/1/2024: unabashed, pressure, cactus,
    participation, patter, worthy, principle, conversely

    Worthy the Christmas Cactus

    Worthy the Christmas Cactus
    unabashedly blooming
    a bit early; its participation
    in the season’s celebration
    with lovely red and pink blossoms beaming

    the patter of children throughout the house
    unprincipled in anything less than
    that of utter joy as the men focus on football games

    conversely Mother, as usual, under pressure
    to provide the tidiness and order and
    meals the family would enjoy

    2/1/2024 r. 2/15/2024

    and a poem in progress:

    “There is an ocean of silence between us… and I am drowning in it.” ― Ranata Suzuki

    Love ~ A Work in Progress / Acrostic/*Golden shovel

    whispering sweet nothings to the wind I
    hold true to a chaste devotion and choose
    inspiration's sweet kiss - a poem to
    shower you with - of everlasting love
    preternatural in its scope, that you
    ever may be celestially bathed in
    radiant light from on high. Then silence…

    daffodils bow low when you are nigh: For
    acclamation precedes royalty in
    rapturous procession breaking silence
    lightsome in its very character - I
    incandesce in my innocence to find
    noble solace burning gallantly - no
    greater yearning for fear of rejection,


    befitting a lowly incarnate I
    endure - seeking the higher ground to choose
    love in its purest expression, yet to
    overcome my natural man - a love
    valiantly pursued to best honor you
    eternally, mute in my silence in
    devotion I embrace my loneliness…

    love; we mere mortals scarce understand: For
    out of love was existence conceived in
    victorious holiness; loneliness
    elegantly raised in grand design no
    less... no need to fear being alone - one
    is never truly alone... each one owns
    glorious kinship to deity - you
    have but to seek, petition in prayer - but
    to do so with faith, mastering the me,


    butterflies dance in the light - shouldn't I
    let loose my mortal chrysalis and choose
    unblemished, yet earthly existence to
    seek a celestial leaning - to adore
    harmoniously from afar as you
    inspire, a diadem you are ___ from
    n
    a
    g
    distance…

    c
    For
    h
    distance
    a
    will
    r
    shield
    m
    me
    e
    from
    r
    pain,


    transcendent
    I
    i
    choose
    m
    to
    e
    kiss
    l
    you
    e
    in
    s
    the
    s
    wind…

    dandelions testify of heav'n, For
    each
    the
    v
    wind
    o
    is
    t
    gentler
    i
    than
    o
    my
    n
    lips,


    h
    I
    e
    choose
    a
    to
    v
    hold
    e
    you
    n
    in
    l
    my
    y
    dreams…

    r
    For
    e
    in
    q
    my
    u
    dreams,
    i
    you
    t
    have
    eternity
    - no
    death, only love abides... there is no end.

    2/15/2024 *Golden shovel source: by Rumi -

    “I choose to love you in silence…
    For in silence I find no rejection,

    I choose to love you in loneliness…
    For in loneliness no one owns you but me,

    I choose to adore you from a distance…
    For distance will shield me from pain,

    I choose to kiss you in the wind…
    For the wind is gentler than my lips,

    I choose to hold you in my dreams…
    For in my dreams, you have no end.”

    Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
    tailor
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    Very intense poem. I can see why Petrarca inspires you so much.
    Silent love is the burden and the solace of timid people (like us).
    "I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
    Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row

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    My Word Can poem for 2/15/2024: elevator, single, survey, enhance, nag, miracle, hopeful, break

    My Saint Valentine’s Poem

    the thought nagged at me -
    ten co-workers cramped in the
    lift at dusk’s break as I surveyed uncomfortably;
    ‘tis Saint Valentine’s Day
    a day for hopeful miracles for singles, et al,
    especially enhanced at work’s end, when
    the Muzak plays, innocuously at first
    for the first few floors when “Love in an
    Elevator” by Aerosmith begins to play
    and everyone in the lift begins to crack up



    Current Poem assignment: For 3/7/2024 -

    Note: Symploce: Combining anaphora, & epistrophe (S1 - S3); Simple rhyme (S4); Remainder: Haibun (Prose ending with an Haiku)

    What If ?

    What if I had simply taken a ride
    offered by a friend to Monterey...
    Would I have felt guilty as my friend
    drove - would my heart be at rest
    knowing of an approaching blizzard ?

    What if I had just taken a bus, or two,
    transferring before arrival in Monterey...
    Would my car have been safely parked
    against vandalism? - I couldn't rest
    with the costs and concerns, logistics, no...

    What if I had decided not to try
    to drive, on my own, to Monterey...
    Would I have found closure over
    the loss of my dear friend laid to rest ?

    Such were my thoughts as I planned
    to honor my friend and his family - and
    on a Thursday noon late in February
    set out from home in Garden Valley, wary,
    yet overcoming my better judgment
    due to anxieties while driving to the extent
    that my meds had been elevated just
    weeks prior and I set my thoughts to trust
    that my body and mind could manage
    driving the "backroads" without damage

    In hindsight better route planning
    and allowing for extra time would
    have been more prudent, but I drove
    with a will: Marshall Road to Placerville
    to Plymouth to Ione... then lost in Ione -
    missing a turn and my bearings for what
    seemed half an hour then on track to
    Buena Vista to South Camanche Parkway
    to Burson and Wallace then Clements
    then a wrong turn again onto Jack
    Tone Road, South, toward Manteca...
    my nerves holding up far better than
    I had imagined... then a jog or two east
    by way of correction to Oakdale and
    Turlock, but as daylight was running out
    so too were my nerves as I limped into
    Los Banos, once "The Baths", in Spanish
    now relegated to "the bathrooms" and found
    refuge for mind and body for the night
    at an inn, then checked in with my ailing
    wife by phone, stranded herself in Arizona

    The night sped peacefully, and I dined
    on chocolate, raisins, and beef jerky and
    planned my next assault to make my
    appointment in Monterey at 1:00 pm,
    and I slept; at 7 am, having showered, I
    began my journey towards Gilroy. Ah, as
    fate would have it this was no backroad
    and upon learning my error I left the
    highway at the first sideroad seeking a
    better route - my maps showed it went
    through, but alas, was blocked by a fence
    and after much time and deliberation and
    encouragement from my wife via phone
    I screwed up my courage to re-enter
    the highway and faced my first true trial

    Pacheco Pass sounds innocuous at best,
    Pacheco meaning "The Noble One" in Spanish,
    but not for the timid and infirm of mind -
    a 2-lane highway passing through miles
    of tall hills surrounded by semi-trucks I fear-
    fully stayed right lane at 55 miles per hour,
    10 miles per hour below the highway limit,
    steeling my nerves with prayer... alert to
    follow the least fleet of semi's I could find
    and after much stress and still more prayer
    I was in Gilroy, safe, albeit with frazzled nerves

    The backroads from Gilroy to Monterey were
    much tamer... via Mt. Madonna, perfectly
    named to restore my tranquility, meandering
    peacefully into Watsonville with but a few mis-
    steps and finally into Salinas, with Monterey
    seemingly in my grasp to make my 1:00 pm
    service appointment - only to be disappointed
    by my faulty Alexa app directing me North
    to Marina... finally backtracking and arriving
    at my friend's family crypt 20 minutes late,
    disappointing, but a victory nonetheless, the
    family still mingling there and we adjourned
    after an ill advised u-turn and a short trip
    for a fabulous luncheon at Tarpy's where
    stories were told and my friend was extolled
    as father, brother, etc. beyond measure, then
    took my leave to return and spend the night
    in Salinas in my car at a Walmart I had difficulty
    in locating, but finally hunkered down to sleep

    On awaking I found a fast food place quickly
    and after breakfast spent a penny and began
    my last gasp drive home expecting feet of
    snow on arrival in our Gold Country hills -
    but full of bright spirits nonetheless for I
    planned to bypass Pacheco Pass altogether,
    Ha!, and meandered with only a misstep or
    two to Gilroy over the blessed Mt. Madonna
    Pass to Monterey Road North to San Jose
    feeling full of myself for having found a squiggle
    of a road on the map that was route 130 by
    name: San Jose to the city of Patterson via
    Alum rock, altitude 151 feet above sea level,

    and soon... all that mattered as my mind
    was all but shattered unceasingly was His will
    be done: "I can do all things through Christ Jesus"
    again and again a chain prayer for miles upon
    miles, 19 miles in truth, with 365 curves to the
    top of the mount, I googled after the fact! (all
    of the curves worst than the ones gracing
    Chili Bar near home where I used to creep at
    5-miles per hour before giving that route up)
    hugging the center of the narrowest of roads
    shrouded in mists, just as well, with sheer cliffs
    hoping for no cars nor cyclists coming down -
    then snow on the ground before reaching the
    summit 4,265 feet above sea level was Mount
    Hamilton's peak and Lick Observatory; inter-
    estingly enough there was a sign at the summit
    to be quiet for workers at sleep, but I couldn't
    even had made a peep if I wanted to.........................
    then down through the snowy road meandering
    down and down past rock slides and other hazards
    the snow on the road slowly giving way as the road
    continued on and on and on... to Patterson where
    I finally was able to catch my breath at last, my
    mind shredded to insignificance in the immensity
    of my ordeal and my agonizing communion with God

    Thirty minutes or more before Turlock my left knee
    and ankle had to be tended to and so I took a break
    and spent a penny while a man weed-wacked the
    grounds - it seemed a normal thing for him to do.
    From there the drive home was blissfully uneventful
    with but a short pace where talking to my wife, Gail,
    grounded me as I drove through Oakdale North to
    the little towns I had passed through before, and
    once I made Ione I cranked up techno music to spur
    me on, though a bit less than the speed limit thereon
    making it home about 6 pm to a 43° Fahrenheit home
    with two chilled kitties, and a dead wood stove…
    power still on the grid and nary a flake of snow in sight

    facing new trials
    mortal weaknesses laid bare
    I will trust in Him

    3/7/2024

    Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
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    Last edited by tailor STATELY; 03-07-2024 at 04:49 PM. Reason: syntax / format
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    who am I but a stitch in time
    what if I were to bare my soul
    would you see me origami

    7-8-2015

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    Enjoyed both poems or better the Valentine poem and the Saga about your trip.I never learned to drive but I tried to imagine myself on those roads. You drove on unused roads and that was part of the ordeal but also the adventure. And the destiny seemed to be rather far.The important thing was as we say here: mission given is mission accomplished.

    About the form:I liked the combination of form finishing with a Haiku.Such à journey must be told in prose.And I liked the humorous touch in spite of all despair.
    "I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
    Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row

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    Thank you!

    An assignment poem for today's Thursdays at Two poetry group: Gratefulness

    Gratefulness

    gently they came bringing
    rains that swiftly melt
    april's sparse snows away
    thankfully so, the
    earth refreshed
    felicitations upon my lips
    unabashedly toward heav'n
    lightening my spirit as
    neighborly visiting
    evanescent
    sculpted clouds
    sail upon azure

    4/18/2024

    Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
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    tailor

    who am I but a stitch in time
    what if I were to bare my soul
    would you see me origami

    7-8-2015

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    Charming poem! I guess the chill is traveling south. Today after many hot months, 18ºC as maximal temperature.
    "I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
    Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row

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    Cool weather must be a blessing after your terrible summer heat... not looking forward to ours. I'm grateful for a bit of moderate weather hereabouts where I can rest a bit worrying about firewood... grateful for the moderate winter we had regarding snow and the ample rain

    Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
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    who am I but a stitch in time
    what if I were to bare my soul
    would you see me origami

    7-8-2015

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    It is. Autumn is my favorite season. As for the firewood, I guess you have to chop it every day.
    "I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
    Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row

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