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			<title><![CDATA[Words on Love's Passing]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2016 09:52:10 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[This is an early poem of mine, from way back in 1993. Overly romantic, but here it is: 
 
I am the hoard of words, 
the broken blackboard's face...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">This is an early poem of mine, from way back in 1993. Overly romantic, but here it is:<br />
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I am the hoard of words,<br />
the broken blackboard's face<br />
with bitter words of chalk.<br />
<br />
I am the heart's dove-tongue,<br />
surveyor of the sky<br />
that wrestled down my wings.<br />
<br />
And I once heard the song<br />
that was sung in the hills<br />
when the heart of the wind<br />
knew her name.</blockquote>

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			<dc:creator>Silas Thorne</dc:creator>
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			<title><![CDATA[There's only really one way out...]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2015 10:20:14 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[...and that's through poetry. There's something hidden between the gaps, some combination of words that could make silence sing again.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">...and that's through poetry. There's something hidden between the gaps, some combination of words that could make silence sing again.</blockquote>

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			<title><![CDATA[What I'm working on..]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 09 Jun 2013 10:04:28 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Apart from the edits on the thesis, I'm working on a collection of limericks, which I will release on this blog. W.S. Baring Gould published a...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Apart from the edits on the thesis, I'm working on a collection of limericks, which I will release on this blog. W.S. Baring Gould published a collection a while back, called 'The Lure of the Limerick'. They are kind of in that vein. Rather dark, cruel and impolite, though a few are a bit lighter in character.<br />
<br />
Today I also decided to rerelease a few of my older poems on my blog, which I deleted for quite a while, a few very personal ones. Anyway, if you are interested, I think I have quite a few poems published on here. Maybe you'll like one or two. Or not. Anyway, have a good time whatever time it is where you are. <br />
<br />
Silas.</blockquote>

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			<title>Beginning at the End</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 03:03:32 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[So, I've finished my PhD in Chinese. I've submitted it, done my defence, and after a few minor edits over the next few weeks, I'll be a Doctor of...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">So, I've finished my PhD in Chinese. I've submitted it, done my defence, and after a few minor edits over the next few weeks, I'll be a Doctor of Rambling Somewhat Coherently about my field of expertise. <br />
<br />
But it's really only a beginning for me. I'm a late starter, and have lots to do. After the edits, I've got some translation work to do, technical manuals, from English TO Chinese. Then looking for work, doing international business, there's lots of things on my plate.<br />
<br />
The poetry never really left, just never came here. There are scrolls with wild scrawlings on them awaiting my attention. Something will come soon. <br />
<br />
I need to return to my poetry lunchbreaks, my mind is starving without them.<br />
<br />
Later,<br />
Silas</blockquote>

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			<title><![CDATA[Still around, but there's this draft...]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jun 2012 09:23:43 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[It keeps coming under my door.  
 
 
I can't let the poetry, or the wonderful words of here, enter for a week or so, they distract me from the...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">It keeps coming under my door. <br />
<br />
<br />
I can't let the poetry, or the wonderful words of here, enter for a week or so, they distract me from the mission. <br />
<br />
When this draft is complete, I will write some poems, look to the Shaolin masters for training, and breathe freely until the next mission presents itself. <br />
<br />
 <br />
<br />
Silas out</blockquote>

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			<title>You said something</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2012 22:13:03 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>My friend said something 
about poetry 
‘it was words singing’, something like 
‘emotive association’, 
 
but that was a glance of cleavage past, 
...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">My friend said something<br />
about poetry<br />
‘it was words singing’, something like<br />
‘emotive association’,<br />
<br />
but that was a glance of cleavage past,<br />
<br />
a smile and fiddle of sandal,<br />
the way<br />
<br />
her golden skin<br />
shined with sweat till<br />
it dropped,<br />
<br />
right in the dark valley<br />
of her frilly green<br />
and orange dress,<br />
<br />
cool and<br />
open-topped,<br />
as if to let the air in<br />
for a slow drive in summer,<br />
<br />
those glowing motes above her,<br />
dancing under the skylight,<br />
the way she smiled.<br />
<br />
<br />
I think you said something<br />
I think you said something<br />
<br />
about poetry.</blockquote>

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			<title>Wee ghostie (an Englyn Penfyr)</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 30 Sep 2011 10:24:28 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Kept close in and at its chest, small hands cupped, 
that ghost popped in, a door guest. 
It tricks n treats in sheets best.</description>
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that ghost popped in, a door guest.<br />
It tricks n treats in sheets best.</blockquote>

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			<title>Something almost an Englyn Penfyr</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2011 10:18:34 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>This tongue is not a mirror, it is full 
 
of Frost, the great world-ender. 
 
Let warmth melt sharp points kinder.</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><div style="text-align: center;">This tongue is not a mirror, it is full<br />
<br />
of Frost, the great world-ender.<br />
<br />
Let warmth melt sharp points kinder.<br />
</div></blockquote>

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			<title>7 Ways to Corrupt a William Carlos Williams Poem</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2011 23:18:16 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>1  
  
and they that is in the breakfast 
say I have eaten this just and delicious icebox 
which you were, probably were, were 
saving  
the so sweet...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><div style="text-align: center;">1 <br />
 <br />
and they that is in the breakfast<br />
say I have eaten this just and delicious icebox<br />
which you were, probably were, were<br />
saving <br />
the so sweet so cold plums for<br />
to forgive me.<br />
<br />
2.<br />
 <br />
and so, the ‘which were sweet’,<br />
I have just eaten you for breakfast<br />
saving, that is, probably, the so cold plums <br />
and ‘this were delicious’ icebox they were in<br />
to say ‘forgive me’ <br />
 <br />
 <br />
3<br />
 <br />
This just in: the icebox is so cold.<br />
and they, the saving, <br />
which were to have eaten you for sweet breakfast,<br />
say that I were, probably were, delicious plums <br />
and so forgive me <br />
 <br />
 <br />
4<br />
The sweet plums were, probably were, saving for the cold icebox,<br />
and they say that this breakfast<br />
which you have eaten in, to forgive me,<br />
is so-so,<br />
and I, ‘were just delicious!’.<br />
 <br />
        <br />
5<br />
 <br />
so for breakfast,<br />
saving you, I have eaten<br />
the delicious icebox<br />
and the cold sweet plums<br />
 <br />
so this which were just in and they that is, were,<br />
probably were, say<br />
 to forgive me. <br />
 <br />
6<br />
 <br />
 <br />
and they were probably just in, <br />
saving the cold icebox plums for breakfast. <br />
this is to say you/me/I have eaten<br />
the ‘that which were so sweet and were so delicious’<br />
forgive<br />
 <br />
 <br />
7<br />
 <br />
and they is in the which were say<br />
you were probably saving this sweet icebox<br />
to forgive me<br />
 <br />
I have eaten <br />
and that for breakfast<br />
 were just delicious<br />
 so so cold the plums</div></blockquote>

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			<title>Nursery Rhyme</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2011 23:05:08 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>This is the boy that Jack built. 
 
This is the blood that pumps in the chest of the heart of the boy that Jack built. 
 
 
This is the skin made for...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">This is the boy that Jack built.<br />
<br />
This is the blood that pumps in the chest of the heart of the boy that Jack built.<br />
<br />
<br />
This is the skin made for healing fast<br />
That covers a mind that was made to last,<br />
Which severs connection with death and the past,<br />
Containing an empire rich and vast,<br />
That holds the plans that build the boy that Jack built.</blockquote>

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			<title>Please take care, journalists! :)</title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11190-Please-take-care-journalists!-)</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 21 Nov 2010 22:50:05 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I just wanted to show this to everyone, as it's the worst mistake I've seen in a news headline for a while.  
...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I just wanted to show this to everyone, as it's the worst mistake I've seen in a news headline for a while. <br />
<br />
<a href="http://topnews.net.nz/content/210122-lung-disease-awareness-campaign-which-kills-more-people-cancer" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://topnews.net.nz/content/210122...-people-cancer</a></blockquote>

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			<title>Limerick</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2010 23:13:30 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[There once was a woman called Mabel, 
Whose man was remarkably able. 
He ravaged his wife 
Till she said, &#8216;On my life, 
we must stop, or we&#8217;ll fall...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">There once was a woman called Mabel,<br />
Whose man was remarkably able.<br />
He ravaged his wife<br />
Till she said, &#8216;On my life,<br />
we must stop, or we&#8217;ll fall off the table.&#8217;</blockquote>

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			<title>Flat Hygiene</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2010 03:09:58 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[1 
We left it, 
a cake of soap near his 
door, 
but he didn't  
get it. We thought it was a good 
hint, but, curtains 
closed 
he stayed, sweating,...]]></description>
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We left it,<br />
a cake of soap near his<br />
door,<br />
but he didn't <br />
get it. We thought it was a good<br />
hint, but, curtains<br />
closed<br />
he stayed, sweating, alone,<br />
watching Porn.<br />
<br />
</div></blockquote>

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			<title>Earthquake September</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 06 Oct 2010 08:55:21 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>The land is still the land,  
the sky the sky.  
The people thrown about by waves  
cling to this earth,  
but still the buildings have no depth. ...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">The land is still the land, <br />
the sky the sky. <br />
The people thrown about by waves <br />
cling to this earth, <br />
but still the buildings have no depth. <br />
The land moves on, <br />
the people have their breath. <br />
<br />
Hard laced the people are to land, <br />
these tags and labels scatter on the wind.</blockquote>

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			<title>Screen followers</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 03 Oct 2010 06:17:06 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Walked slowly, the screen follower  
forever mindful of catching the  
ebb flow of thought  
comments, directly touching fictional presences.  
While...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Walked slowly, the screen follower <br />
forever mindful of catching the <br />
ebb flow of thought <br />
comments, directly touching fictional presences. <br />
While hunt-eyes, dwindling their edges soft <br />
forget the traffic of bird and beast <br />
and pine sap scent dies on the air.</blockquote>

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