Flags and
flutes were in the air
Calling for
dissentience and essence
With
swords sheathed in words that matter.
Sound the
trumpets on stage: the mad hatter
She swirls
in colors and slams with flair.
Words to
sentence and a sentence for words.
Word.
Word. Word.
Paladins
of poetry arrived one by one
The well-versed
travelers seek truth alone
For pentameters
are measures in good intention
and delivered
without false pretension
With snappy
couplets; fashioned tercets or in a clever pun.
Words to
sentence and a sentence for words.
Word.
Word. Word.
Paladin swords
hardened into sharp poetry prongs
Yet,
carry songs of love and anthems of lore.
Their red
shields hardened by poetic justice
Flying
white banners with words of grace: Trust Us.
The stage
is set and open to set right all wrongs.
Words to
sentence and a sentence for words.
Word.
Word. Word.
The
Paladin Night of Poetry celebrated with Flair
Professor
Jessica will lead the way and say,
The Book
of God and Grudges is “flagrantly alive”.
Terry
follows with words that touch in deep dive.
Poets gather
from near and far – a performance affair!
Words to
sentence and a sentence for words.
Word.
Word. Word.
November
stands at twenty-one and cold
The gray
skies have only nostalgia left
And so, the
curtain falls, and the stage lights dims.
Close
your poetry books and store away antonyms and synonyms.
Put away
those wistful haikus and the wizened sonnets of old.
Words to
sentence
and a
sentence for words.
Word.
Word.
Word.
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