That darksome cave we enter, where we find
That cursed shape, low sitting on the ground
Musing full sadly in its sullen mind,OK.
I am afraid
a fierce warr and faithful love shall moralize
my song
and my sweet, faithful maid, K.
Entire affection hateth nicer hands
For of the soule the body shape doth take;
For soule is forme, and does the body make
(opinion is all determined by feeling, & not by intellect)
this is my cheapest, brightest act...
and rhyme
Eftsoones we heard a most melodious sound
as coming from an ampler ether, a diviner aire
A haiku ?
Hey, look at me, guys! (hey, look)
I know how to count sylla
bles! I'm a poet ! (not a eunuch)
says pracowity from MetaFilter ET
You know, his angel's face
As the great eye of heaven , shyned bright,
And made a sunshine in the shady place,
all right.
I don't like haiku
Because you can only use
seventeen syllab,
said disturbed loner
and left the garden-donor
When roses red and violets in flowre blew
And all the ghastly creatures that in the forest grew
Entered the space in there. Got into you. ha ha
be bolde, be bolde, be bolde
and everywhere in or out,
be bolde, if you still can,
be bolde and true ha ha
and true and true and true
ha ha , mmmm, true
