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Mark Toney Nov 2019
Now here
Nowhere
6/5/2019 - Since my footle poem phase has turned a little dark, this ends my footle poem phase for now :) - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Mark Toney Nov 2019
Toucan
Two can
6/5/2019 - This footle poem fills the bill :) - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Mark Toney Nov 2019
Doctor's
Boxers
6/4/2018 - My footle poem phase continues.  I promise it will be brief :) -Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Mark Toney Nov 2019
Yeti
SETI
6/4/2018 - My footle poem phase begins :) A footle is a type of poem that is actually very short. It is a two-line poem that consists of two syllables in each line. It is generally written to be light and witty. It is one of the most simple and yet most difficult poetry types. Simple since it's only two lines and two syllables, but difficult because with those two lines and syllables the author must make enough impact and create an entertaining enough poem that it can be memorable and enjoyed by the readers. - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Mark Toney Oct 2019
Poetic delicacies,

Chilled haiku sake,

Sautéed clerihew au jus,

Free-range limericks

baked to perfection,

Footle fries,

Yum!
10/17/2019 - Bon Appétit ! Poetry form: Epulaeryu - A poem that is entirely about food. It has seven lines with a grand total of thirty-three syllables. The meter of the poem is set so that it is, 7/5/7/5/5/3/1.  The poem is supposed to revolve entirely around the dish. Each line is supposed to present information about it. The end of an Epulaeryu poem ends with an exclamation point because the poem itself is about the writer's excitement and enjoyment toward the dish that they are writing about. The final line, the one-syllable word is meant to sum up the feelings that the writer has. The Epulaeryu poem is a way to express these positive feelings about food and is a fun way to do so. - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019 - Bon Appétit !
Logan Robertson Aug 2018
Please hear
My dear
Why sit
Down with
Men's hearts
In parts
That stand
The land
Of snakes
And flakes
That hiss
And ****
Pour your
Front door
Stepstone
Your bone
Less worth
Less mirth
Listen
Glisten
My dear
That tear
Drops bare
On cheek
So meek
Less high
To sky
Wander
Yonder
You play
The prey
Dither
Wither
On songs
So wrong
To sit
Misfit
On fence
So dense
Those eyes
Do lie
Down fast
Typecast
My dear
One cheer
Do clear
Headgear

Logan Robertson

8/06/2018

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