The Light
by “Wired Clues” Abe
The light of the sun is going away.
The night is setting upon the eyelids.
Tonight is slowly replacing today.
Dusk ducks into darkness, and the sky skids.
Haiku
by “Wired Clues” Abe
A giggling gaggle
of registered nurses laughs,
while the patient sighs.
“Wired Clues” Abe is a NewMillennial writer.
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The Wind Flaps the Flaps of the Tent About
by Saudi Becrewel
The wind flaps the flaps of the tent about
in the hot light of the afternoon Sun.
The arid hatred and bedoin doubt
continue on as they have eftsoons done.
Saudi Becrewel is a poet of Arabia.
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New, More Flexible
by Aedile Cwerbus
Just five years after Rome’s defeat of Hannibal
at Zama, Philip V of Macedon prepared
his phalanxes for battle. Rome’s each maniple
in legions then to Cynoscephelae repaired,
led by Flaminius. Here was the porcupine
pin cushion against fox fangs that dared.
While pilae rained down, spears drove through the Roman line.
But Spanish swords and elephants broke the static
formations of the phalanx. Macedon’s design
fell to Roman initiative and changed tactics.
Old groups were outflanked by Rome’s new, more flexible
troops, ready to attack from anywhere, front or back.
Aedile Cwerbus is a poet of Ancient Rome.
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The Maginot Line
by Claude I. E. Weber
The Maginot Line was…not imaginary,
an idea dating from 1929,
a series of fortifications with nary
a break on twice 150 miles, an armoured mine
made with 1,500,000 square yards
of reinforced concrete, and, winding serpentine,
150,000 tonnes of steel, that guar-
ded France in the East. Moles, half a million soldiers,
100 feet below, rode in trains over shards,
and dwelled in night, ennui, and diurnal doldrums.
It was not a fairy tale, nor light and airy,
but six years of hard, innumerable bonjours.
Claude I. E. Weber is a poet of France.
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On His Style
by Wilude Scabere
A third or less that’s in King Richard is
in Shakespeare’s tragedy Macbeth as well.
The language of the former issues forth
in bloody manifest and horrid hell.
So then I wonder does my poetry
as well do just as much, that is, repeat
itself, and, like as in his history,
find a Romeo and Juliet.
So many works within do bear the print
of them that follow fast upon the first.
Our vizards’ fissures show the squirm and squint
and firm forms hiss, upon the visage burst.
Know this, such blighted pictures come to us
that are both vicious and quite luminous.
Wilude Scabere is a poet of Shakespeare.
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T. S. Eliot Quote
by B. S. Eliud Acrewe
“We have no classic age, and no classic poet.”
Eliot was right about that, and about this:
“We have not the slightest reason for reget; but…
must maintain the classic ideal before our eyes.”
B. S. Eliud Acrewe is a poet of Modernist Brit Lit.
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Luitzen Egbertus Jan Brouwer
by Euclidrew Base
Luitzen Egbertus Jan Brouwer was…
born in 1881 in Holland,
a Dutch mathematician, who because
he rejected, refused to use…the law
of the excluded middle in his thought…
became an exponent of what came to
be called intuitionism…and fought
a statement is either true or not true…
“drenched in Romantic pessimism”…”felt
more and more isolated”…”paranoid”…
the formalism of David Hilbert…
Platonism…he was…trying to avoid…
but he was hit in 1966…
killed by a car in front of his house.
Euclidrew Base is a poet of mathematics.
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Uneasy
by Dr. Weslie Ubeca
I feel kind of queasy, and a bit uneasy,
as if my equilibrium were on a roll,
a roil of nausea, as if I were asea,
and I must keep its swell well under my control.
I want to go to sleep, to put it all to rest;
I want my hale and hearty health to come back whole;
for that is when I feel that I am truly blessed.
It’s wonderful when I am balanced and serene…in homeostasis!
And yet, we all can’t have perfection for each test,
for there are times when there will be some upheaving.
So, for those times when we are out of sorts—dizzy,
reeling—we still must keep our wits about us. See?
Dr. Weslie Ubeca is a poet of health. He is not a doctor.
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The Doctrine of Chance
by Erisbawdle Cue
The Epicurian doctrine of chance
is as absurd as would be the thought that
the Latin alphabet could, tossed askance,
produce Lucretius’ book De Rerum Nat.
Erisbawdle Cue is a poet of philosophy.
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