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Parody Streets scattered with fans drifting snow flurries the ceremony held indoors to avoid the fierce cold Participants with masks of civility That hide the hurt of campaign slurs Enemies shake hands Smiles worn like grimaces Old chiefs with gnarled and wizened faces Still called Mr. President, so...

I thought I was becoming a poet. I still don't believe it some days. I am tactless. I never mean to be, it's just me. I do feel appreciating poetry is subjective. I read some of Kipling's' and he is terrible with many and yet he has written fantastic engineering poems, I read him with awe about Indi...

editing function works well now.

Do you need priest after Brahmin?
Isn't brahmin enough.

In the interests of brevity.

The school is open again The old building leans in over the playground It needs repair and the builder is on leave We gather in the corner away from the biting wind It has been a hard winter no writings on the lavatory walls No scribblings of despair sexual innuendo absent No biting ripostes No flat...

The school is open again The old building leans in over the playground It needs repair and the builder is on leave We gather in the corner away from the biting wind It has been a hard winter no writings on the lavatory walls No scribblings of despair sexual innuendo absent No biting ripostes No flat...

When you start writing poems to oneself and then critiquing, isn't that the beginning of the end? :0)

Nice to see you back.
I had supposed this site was dead use and have not visited for a year:

So where's the shame is a typo, I can't remember what I meant to say, maybe something about name.

Nice one, Bob. I thought it a bit telling in places, sorry to criticise. The world’s no longer gifted with Gregory Corso, [as you already have his name in the title, a bit soon to repeat?] hearing Gregory’s masterpiece. [maybe the pronoun: his, would suit rather than repeat hs name. Drinking Gregory...

I see. Okay, we are stuffed.

I love this pom too, as B. would say.

I love this poem, I can't believe it was me that wrote it.

Oh, I see we're back online.

hi ho

My poem 'A Virtuous Life' published in WiseOwl April 2024

https://www.thewiseowl.art/ieuan-ap-hywel

It is prosaic, very.

Thank you both. All comments always welcome.

A Virtuous Life Sestina By Ieuan ap Hywel We expire, death gathers pranas and devatas Our bodies return our elements to the earth The virtuous have lived according to holy law They travel the southern path to the ancestral world To spheres of the moon until karma is met They watch Earth flood with l...

I'll say it again, it wrong for us to expect every poem to be autobiographical.

One day I'm a sailor

The next I am a botanist

One day I'm a young girl the next a wizened old mina.

Approach a poem on its merits, never mind who it's about.

When will critiquers get it into their heads that a poem is not autobiographical. This isn't an agony-aunt letter box where people share the horrors of their lives neither is it a chat site to share problems. It is a poetry forum where people post most often fictional and/or imaginary poems with a d...

Thanks Bob, also to you for your recent publication.

A Virtuous Life Sestina We expire, death gathers pranas and devatas Our bodies return our elements to the earth The virtuous have lived according to holy law They travel the southern path to the ancestral world To spheres of the moon until karma is met They watch Earth flood with light and radiant ...

Thank you Bob, I feel a little embarrassed to keep posting them. There been a flood of publications lately, one more to come in April and another repeat of 'In Love With a Woman in her Later Years' with a photograph . But I want to keep track of my published works in ace I forget and if anyone asks ...

Published Poems and Competition Placings in WebDelSol's IBPC by Ieuan Ap Hywel A Virtuous Life Published in the Hyra Brook Edition of Terence Culleton's Winter Newsletter: March 2024 I find this poem by the award-winning Welsh poet Ieuan ap Hywel beautiful in its mantra-like cycling and recycling o...