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Nothing
Nothing, cannot be stolen It escapes all and needs no safe No one can own it, alluding in nature If not careful, it will steal everything away Into the void of nothing It embellishes barren Until everyone is hypnotized Unaware while it takes Make no mistake there is no revoke Unprepared, unequipped, unequaled I take joy in knowing I have a treasure hidden in plain sight Nothing, cannot be stolen Largely becoming the way in our climate Greedy nothing, nothing takes All you could carry inside and out It took the devout It did this just to prove Nothing, cannot be stolen It does the taking It is it's own thing Built of years and time Ever remaining Nothing, cannot be stolen If you are lucky enough to realize when you have nothing Nothing is everything Because, Nothing cannot be stolen Sent from my Galaxy
By simplicity3 years ago in Poets
Let It Be You
The zejel is a very old Spanish poetic form that is also likely an even older Arabic poetic form with an origination date somewhere between the ninth and eleventh centuries. In fact, Edward Hirsch believes the form was probably invented by Mucaddam ben Muafa, a ninth century Hispano-Muslim poet. Here are the basic rules for zejel: First stanza is a tercet (3-line stanza) with an AAA rhyme scheme All other stanzas are quatrains (4-line stanzas) with a XXXA rhyme scheme, so the second stanza would be BBBA, third CCCA, fourth DDDA, and so on to the end of the poem. Lines are usually 8 syllables long. Alternate version: The version above is from Robin Skelton, but Hirsch offers an alternate version that begins with a couplet rhymed AA, followed by the BBBA, CCCA, etc. Also, Hirsch's version makes the repeating A line a refrain from the opening couplet that could be shorter than the other lines (sort of like in a rondeau). Writers Digest, Robert Lee Brewer
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Poets
Egoholic
Where do we go When everyone is drunk On their own ego Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
S.O.U.P.
Sleeping on unanswered prayers There’s hope at the death of light So we pray for night to open our sight To our plight Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
