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Glenn Bagshaw

Speckulation

Grander than great religions can anoint
universe began as geometric point,
then space and time expanded from this dot
more epic than prophetic words have taught-
This microscopic-macroscopic mess!
Man stands Adam tall, atom small- or less.

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TRIOLET: It Got Away

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When going fishing as a child
the line seemed like a beam of light-
the woods, my mind, were bramble wild
when going fishing as a child.
I cast as far as those exiled
but boyhood soared, then sank from sight.
When going fishing as a child
the line seemed like a beam of light.

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Biology 101: Two Lovers+One Frog (triolet)

From dissecting on this table
guitar-crossed lovers ceased affair;
for her stomach crawled unstable
from dissecting on this table,
and he smiled, so princely-able,
but touched green hands. Quite green his stare!
From dissecting on this table
guitar-crossed lovers ceased affair.

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Life By Birds

At her birth, the morning lark
fan-tailed light and thrushed through dark.

As she grew, the sparrow's song
lofted high. Her life flew long.

In her descent the crows would caw
and dimly raven shapes she saw.

The shroud then loomed, downy pale,
wings swept in, Death, the nightingale.

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TRIOLET: Unseen View from the Bar Stool

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These little voices in me sing
but I'm so smart, I'm deaf and blind.
Her flagrant glories -see! they swing!
These little voices in me sing
but you observe: I view nothing
and rambled babble I've declined.
These little voices in me sing
but I'm so smart, I'm deaf and blind.

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I Love You, Big Brother! ! ! (Triolet)

You always took first prize at school.
Your kingdom: all the clapping worlds.
But I'm supreme when hate holds rule.
You always took first prize at school
with charms so clean, so bleached, a fool
best gutted slow like blinded squirrels.
You always took first prize at school.
You're King Dumb! All the crap in worlds!

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Love Game Courts Rackets

In doubles Romeo and Juliet
can back-spin bounce each Capulet.
For forty- love's one trouncing score
and love's all those Montagues abhor.
The game gets dirty; then where's fair sport?
Love's bounced about on hard-clay court! !
But hold your balls and ponder on it!
You whack romance, but racquets wrong it!
Sets are best to win when love nets sonnet.

In doubles Romeo and Juliet
can back-spin bounce each Capulet.
For forty- love's one trouncing score
and love's all those Montagues abhor.
The game gets dirty; then where's fair sport?
Love's bounced about on hard-clay court! !
But hold your balls and ponder on it!
You whack romance, but racquets wrong it!
Sets will get to net love won by sonnet.

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January as Poet-Lover

Those claims to summer far exceeds its charm
and slush of lines can't toboggan sonnet;
for winter's octave storms, but isn't warm,
sestet swoons- fringed with frost upon it.
Then wind will howl sheer air that it's a poem
for First of Months must bluster: 'I'm adored! '
It schemes blooms, find some dirty glee in loam-
Such dreams! unless what's frozen wets to poured.
Sure, northern lights style flair-yet coat of leaves?
That fashion's fallen season! Jan. will go
to parties; just with ice, and dance solo
avalanche at night; party slides like skis....
Month's quick as chills and yet it's sprawls slow ice
and tries to end with couplet, July twice!


Those claims to summer far exceeds its charm.
No slushy lines toboggan-glide on sonnet;
nor winter's octave storm go down as warm
while sestet swoons- cool, frost moon upon it.

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