A gleaming view above Hong Kong, Narrates much delight of Hong Kong. Mâhî hasn't visited there, But yet still he does love Hong Kong.
A quatrain with a redif (refrain) 'Hong Kong' who comes after the rhyming words (above, of, love). I really like to use this kind of refrain because it gives me space to remain with the subject I am writing about, although it can also limit poetic expression, too. I have learned this technique from studying Ottoman Divan literature and Persian poetry where this is used frequently, but I also have seen Shakespeare using it in one of his sonnets. I even think that this way of rhyming can make rhyming much more popular again in modern poetry; it does rhyme, but with a different touch this time.
as far back as I can remember I always wanted to be a poet, just didn’t have the words for it.
**** Facebook people are out to get me I can’t ***** any of my “yo’ momma” jokes I cannot land any ***** **** pictures on my friends’ walls.. and right now they’re tryin’ to ******’ make me change my name! the alternative would be for me to scram, but i am not a fast runner.
like a big fat wizard of wOrdZ King Kong, I’ll climb office buildings, with a ******* each arm, only to scream out: “Made it, Ma! Top of the world!”. not sure why I needed to get here. you all can see me, right?
life should be as Robert put it: “Better to be king for a night, than schmuck for a lifetime!” I’m still waiting for that special night. I think everyone should live like this! For that “one night”. that would certainly make the commies smile. they’d form a queue, hoping they’ll have another chance to a fresh night of kingdomness. *******! I believe ****!
I hate to say this, but this race is getting to me. I think I’m getting the fear. yeah.. really! sometimes, I get the feeling that I’m gonna die right at the next curve, and my fear pushes me to push the pedal to the metal.
you know what they say: “Death’s forty minutes away. I’ll be there in ten”. or was it thirty? never mind!.. I’ll be there in ten!
today, my space friend told me about the #FuckTheMan movement. I found it to be very static.. despite the authority defying mumbo jumbo. I told him that I’m gonna use it in one of my poems and pretend that I’m smart.
I don’t think he believes (in) me anymore. I’m lying right now.