So what I'll be doing until then is examining work I've already done, trying to choose which ones to include, rewriting some pieces, editing others, grouping and regrouping into some kind of coherent order, and pondering possible titles and covers. For now, the provisional title is "Each Joyful Little Death," that being the title of the last sonnet I wrote for Priya, and I'm figuring the finished book will be about 50 poems plus maybe 12 drawings.
Anyway, I'm going to start posting some of my old pieces, especially the heavily edited or rewritten ones but also some of the ones I've just never been sure how I felt about. Feedback is what I'm needing, honest feedback about which ones work or don't work, and which parts of each do or don't speak to you.
Thanks in advance, my friends.




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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
Thanks for stopping by.
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Ed
"If you're not confused, you're misinformed." - Tom Clancy
The Trouble with a Love Poem
(i am Desertlion)
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right
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Poetry is truly boundless. It is my passion, writing to you, that is. I am the canvas.
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my poetry, lemon
both bitter and tart
you decide the taste of my art
©iampoetry
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You've been featured in my journal : [link]
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~~La Dame de Pique~~
Very different.
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Faith in humanity points: 120 out of 365
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To achieve the marvelous, it is precisely the unthinkable that must be thought.
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