Poesies in the Mail
People don't find it glamorous
The clamor of words
The clabbering of experiences
The multitudes of word faces
When the thoughts are racing
Through thousands of pathways
Like trail visitors walking through
The old nature roads by foot
So much goes on paper
People cannot simplify
Words into terse forms
When muddy feet march home
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Maybe you will win! We've moved. We got a lot of materials. We unloaded a lot of stuff to charity. We have space to organize your unedited stuff. We have a few hanging files. Charisma Shadow Poetry 42 Oakledge Drive East Northport, NY 11731 USA Same postage rate as everywhere else in the USA. Send the SASE self-addressed stamped envelope and the $1 for printouts or extra postage today, tomorrow, whenever. We can edit your bar napkins, your journal photocopies, your diaries into readable poetry. I'll post your work onto poetry sites after editing it whether or not you send the SASE, the $1. It's about you, helping you have that pin money in these difficult times, when the factors of industrial production are changing. I'm not going to promise to pore over your work and obsess myself with turning it into award-winning poetry for free. If you send a few flyers to post at a local laundromat or college, sure, I'll post them the next time that I am there. I'm not going to go out of my way for free anymore. I'm not rich. Maybe you will be a winner with this poetry. Poetry is what is in the Bible. I'm just going to turn it into the Rejoice always Pray without ceasing (Thessalonians) sort of a rough draft for you. There's still the work of translation afterwards, after the words are edited into a rhythmic, syllabic, assonance, rhyme with a little alliteration, maybe even a few limericks or puns for you. Thank you for looking this over. Looking forward to receiving your bar napkins or other works that most editors find impossible to edit. more »
Submitted on May 05, 2024
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Quick analysis:
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 330 |
Words | 57 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4 |
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