Zugzwang
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Saint TheresaA Poem by ZugzwangSt. TeresaI have endured agonies, tonight’sIs no greater, but it is of divineAspect, more holy and more terrible.It matters not, I relinquish co.. |
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Buy This PoemA Poem by ZugzwangBuy this PoemThe ads for things are everywhere:“Good on ya Mum!” for ‘Tip-Top’ breadThe ad tells you the kids say “Yeah!.. |
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RainA Poem by ZugzwangThe cornflower-blue morningPromised joy and light, But the doom-grey clouds settled and Subdued the day.Rain has a quiet power.Like death, it brooks n.. |
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To Grip a PenA Poem by ZugzwangAny number of styles existfor holding one's pen -The Asian is different to the European;the lower two fingers bunchedinto a truncated fist,planted fir.. |
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Under the StarsA Poem by ZugzwangThis is a practice piece for a course I'm doing- a Ghazal |
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Sight UnseenA Poem by ZugzwangOn the ocean of consciousness, sheer white cliffspronounce the presenceof the parts of ourselvesthat we choose to see.But our icebergdoes not bob on t.. |
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A Date with DestinyA Poem by ZugzwangThe girl with blue eyessquats in the shadows.A concrete-honed switchbladewinks prettilyfrom out of the gloom.The thin blade screamsfor you to come clo.. |
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The Barefoot Rich KidsA Poem by ZugzwangThe barefoot rich kidsare singing 'California Dreaming'in the mall again.Their voices are harmonious, pure, oh-so-sincere, and totally devoid of soul... |
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Forbidden MagicA Poem by ZugzwangI have placed enchanted locks on the peaks and valleys of my mind - they are a mystery to me, as captivating and enigmatic as any lost continent... |
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The winter crowsA Poem by ZugzwangThe winter crows are back, cawing about God knows what; robbing nests, spearing baby birds, and sundry other .. |
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TS might not be Frost or Eliot but combined with Nix they made music. Perhaps another colab?...
TS might not be Frost or Eliot but combined with Nix they made music. Perhaps another colab?...