Meta Rhyme

Written on October 24, 2014 by tinkwelborn

Meta Rhyme.

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A Kook, On The Kiva

Written on October 22, 2014 by tinkwelborn

Originally posted on Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse:
A Kook, On The Kiva …. The Cliff-dwellers, at Bandolier, live there no more. Yet, people still stop to pay their Hellos, where homes have no rooves, windows, or doors, and ask: Why did they leave? Where did they go? What is a…

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In Houses Gone Silent

Written on October 19, 2014 by tinkwelborn

~ Lying and sleeping far off in bed, He heard his name called: “Pop!” what it said. “Dear Heart! I’m coming.” and rose from his bed; But, searching and seeking, found nothing, instead. Empty and silent – The house was all dead! The sounds he had heard, were words in his head. A memory living; […] Continue reading →

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Peripetia

Written on October 19, 2014 by tinkwelborn

~ A change of direction, Some call it correction, Upon introspection, Reorientation. Peripetia, It’s all in the turn; From denouement, Some lesson to learn – Unless one looses And chooses to spurn, It’s loss is the cost, To which we return. ~ ©2014,Marvin Welborn 19 October 2014.

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The Lady Llorona

Written on October 18, 2014 by tinkwelborn

~ The Lady Llorona Passes near here – Beware! My Dear Son, The Crocodile Tears! Take “No!” As your answer. Y Tenga Cuidado! Si como se dice – “Watch out for the Lady.” I’ll give you a tale, It’s high-time you knew The Modern Medea, Dark Angel of Hell. I’ve waited to now, But Now’s […] Continue reading →

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In Houses Gone Silent

Written on October 14, 2014 by tinkwelborn

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All That Remains

Written on October 8, 2014 by tinkwelborn

Originally posted on Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse:
…. It’s a long, long way to yesterday; A whole lot of water now gone. An uncle would say: “It’s been a good day, it comes out in the wash when all done.” There’s triolets here, a couple more there; they bit by…

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The Land of Enchantment

Written on October 2, 2014 by tinkwelborn

~ Once bitten, thence smitten, it’s said, but not written, in the Land of Enchantment, of New Mexico. From Tesuque, a Pueblo, to Mescalero, White Sands, which stands near Alamogordo: The Sunshine State – ‘til as of late; the Land of Enchantment, called New Mexico. Four Corners are calling, the Pecos is sprawling, and the […] Continue reading →

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Song of Narbona

Written on October 2, 2014 by tinkwelborn

~ So different this New Man, The Blue Man, These Dragoons of Kearny. I see him – But he, He doesn’t see me! A New Man, This Blue Man, Pale-faced as white sand, A fraction of men, Sent here by Kearny. A Blue van Of New Men, The Blue Man new army. He comes at […] Continue reading →

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something from nothing

Written on September 30, 2014 by tinkwelborn

Originally posted on Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse:
so funny is memory of something not there snippets of moments vignettes of what were the murmur of voices no one will hear to recollect faces none now can wear of those who once were and no longer here so funny the memory…

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Just To Say, Just One More Time

Written on September 29, 2014 by tinkwelborn

Originally posted on Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse:
~ The act of aging is no blight; unless I’m wrong, I could be right – An act of love is no mistake, except for those who cannot wait. Patience is a virtue, dear; and now I’ve learned too late I fear. Goodness…

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Just The Poet

Written on September 28, 2014 by tinkwelborn

Just The Poet.

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Simpatico

Written on September 26, 2014 by tinkwelborn

~ Tonight I ate The last ripe tomato, A red cherry ball, The last of the vine. And by consummation Communion made The two of us one thing Of purpose and mind. Simpatico features Of late autumn kind: A cherry tomato, And last on the vine; Both, late and last, On some point in time. […] Continue reading →

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Wildfire

Written on September 25, 2014 by tinkwelborn

~ A high school reunion where people trade names and stories of glories, enamors, and days of spent youth, by mistruth – The past is all changed. “But, Mary was hot! Is Mary the same?” I play fool’s dominion and give away not, that Mary and I were close in close ways; but, I went […] Continue reading →

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The Head of the Monarch

Written on September 24, 2014 by tinkwelborn

~ Awake! At three o’clock in the morning, I’m trying to get my nights and days straight. There’s six hours difference twixt Paris and Corning; A night-light shines on a watch still not set. This low dose of no doze helps to forget; one hour of regress won’t help it a bit: Today will be […] Continue reading →