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Poetry Type of the day: Ghazal
A Ghazal is a poem that is made up like an odd numbered chain
of couplets, where each couplet is an independent poem. It
should be natural to put a comma at the end of the first line.
The Ghazal has a refrain of one to three words that repeat,
and an inline rhyme that preceedes the refrain.
Lines 1 and 2, then every second line, has this refrain and
inline rhyme, and the last couplet should refer to the authors
pen-name... The rhyming scheme is AA bA cA dA eA etc.

Inspired by this quote:
“We must accept finite disappointment, but we must never lose infinite hope.” -Martin Luther King Jr.



IN WITH THE HOPE......
By William Boudle
5/2/2008

disappointment devours impotent hope
but subsides over time unlike infinite hope

though faith is blind, plain and simple
its much harder to see the true, intricate hope

though the world cries out, discontent and disgruntled
alone with my family, I've intimate hope.


though elusive and fragile and much sought it is
ne'er rough , nor crude, nor insolent's hope.

though willis and disappointment are one,
he keeps building and buidling in increments, hope.




Infinite
By Jaden Brulotte
5/2/2008


Hope cycles through a web of lives, infinite
Like time, sliding by each, yet silently infinite

Stumbles, fumbles and failures gnaw at the hem of my soul
Pirhanas ravaging my pieces, violently infinite


I waver under the tyranny of my racing mind
Thoughts manic and intertwined, their piracy infinite

But the bearer of the flame, the good message comes
And reminds you your thoughts will be privately infinite

Like hope, silky shining and floating through space
You and Jade will be quietly infinite~
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