Various styles of poetry that are not written using a strict meter or rhyme, but that still are recognizable as 'poetry' or verse. They contain various poetic devices and forms of expression such as word play and word images that readers clearly recognise as poetry. It is a free form with no rules.
When you're topside in the gallants and you're lookin' up at waves, the wind's ascreemin' madness intent on many graves. The mate has said: "Lay aloft!", and Third was on his way, you scrambled up the shrouds windward and laid to right away. Now it's one hand for yourself an' one hand for the ship, oft hangin' on by eyelash to last this windsw
Howling wind, calls out sad and longing, sighing solemnly through the trees. Not threatening, but showing off its gusts, warning of gale building up, with storm looming. The howling is sad and threatening, like a lone wolf crying for company. Now the wind roars breathy in the trees, which bend yielding to the force, but resilient in submi
It is said that mindful eating can help with weight loss. Being fully aware in the moment fulfills without overindulgence. Savoring every morsel and minute fills the hunger pot, before the belly fills. But what of conversation? What of admiring the view? What of smelling the roses? What of enjoying the music? Can you really eat
On the bright side all shadows are behind you. We never see the dark side of the moon which always shows its bright face. Like clown heads in the fair bright smiling face gets fed more often with balls feeding hungry bright heads. On the bright side all shadows are behind you On the dark side everything is in shadows. The happiness habit focu
A lie begets a lie begets a lie When you say good-bye to truth, its bye, bye. For there's no way to tell the difference between what is truth stretched out tight and taut and lines of lies hanging there enticing a play-out. Telling lies is highly infectious, a game of dare and bluff, growing worse, as lies feed on each other like