untitled 1978
Discipline has long forgotten
these words and rhyme,
but with hard thought this
rotten verse could change,
in time.
Formulas for strong rendition
try to mask my lines,
but with hard head, less tradition,
these words can now be mine.
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| My Spiritual Arsonist | 4 | 08/12/2009 |
| THAT PLACE | 1 | 08/12/2009 |
| IN A WORD "HAW!" | 1 | 08/12/2009 |
| Shedding a Tear | 1 | 08/12/2009 |
| untitled 1978 | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
| KINETIC CATERWAULLING | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
| untitled February, 1982 | 1 | 08/12/2009 |
| DREAMING | 1 | 08/11/2009 |
| HEALING WATERS | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| June Until November - Five Months to Remember | 2 | 08/11/2009 |
| Four Indignitaries (aka Foreign Dignitaries) | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| I Ran Away Today, From the Din | 3 | 08/10/2009 |
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