Vadim Kagan
Bio
I believe that each day is a blessing, every story is amazing and all poems should rhyme!
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Vocal - the #100 thoughts
...And so I have published 100 posts on the Vocal platform. Time to reflect a bit. I had high hopes for Vocal when I joined - some of these hopes materialized, while the rest proved to be overly optimistic. I know that rhyming metered poetry (most of my posts) is not popular these days. I had many discussions on this subject with other poes, reareds, and even some random folks who were careless enough to be within the "excuse me, may I ask you a quick question" range. The results were inconclusive to slightly negative, but I did, do and will maintain that poems should rhyme. And prose should have rich imagery, rhythm and structure - while still being called prose.
By Vadim Kaganabout a year ago in Journal
Hike
Just one more hike and we are done, just one more hike - the final one, just one more hike to stop the tide, just one more hike to hit the stride, just one more hike it's no surprise, just one more hike to paradise, just one more hike just one more hike don't wait for cuts just one more hike ifs, ands and buts, just one more hike to come to grips, just one more hike don't read my lips, just one more hike inflation cools , just one more hike my dear fools.
By Vadim Kaganabout a year ago in Poets
We
We had masks for our faces, vaccines for our souls, we had polls, we had roles, we had balls, we had goals, we had ways, we had means, we were tanned, we were grand - it turned out we were building our castles on sand way too close to the water and then came the tide, it was chaos and slaughter with no place to hide, and the battle we thought we were winning with words we have lost to the savages wielding their swords, and the friends that we had - or we thought that we had - all declared they were sad and they left it at that and the surgeon pulled on leather fingerless glove… it was simply the dawn of the thing we called love.
By Vadim Kaganabout a year ago in Poets