Category Archives: Rhyme

Ring in a Peaceful Era


Wordle 318   Quake! Lock the foe so faux; Bottom, rebel pen to go; Chain to brace the chase must grow; ‘Ding!’ at crossroads hope will show! © September 2017 Colonialist   Advertisements

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Trump Pets


Wordle 313 has set a fairly clear direction: In orange flickers march, by lies and evil led — To these, left statues there no right will be — Sad mission, to destroy stability; The facts: to torches and a hood … Continue reading

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No Gig


        For Wordle 312   Bag party answer: best band back to play? But agent with a laugh blows smoke your way, And tries to push the price to squeeze blood from a stone — With coffers bare, reflect … Continue reading

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My Worldle be my Bondle


  This chain reaction to Wordle 311 is, as usual for me, aimed at using the given words in order, adding as few as possible, and rhyming. I abandoned the idea of putting ‘colonel’ instead of ‘kernel’ with some reluctance — … Continue reading

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New Front Matter for Tabika


While reformatting my earlier novels Tabika and Tabika Book Two for the forthcoming new editions, I had an impulse to set the tone of Book Two with a new rhyme.  I think it works quite well,  and Tabitha, lying on my desk … Continue reading

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A Taxing Period


I dashed Wordle 308 off somewhat, for which — as well as my recent absence — I have a good cover story. I have re-re-revised my Darx Circle cover for final printing, and am also in the throes of designing new … Continue reading

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Taureg Prophesy


  Caravans across the shimmering sand Dust-rhythm shot with every plume; Chill of night to pick advent of band; With stars the prophet foretells doom — Sheets that all but foolish understand. © July 2017 Colonialist

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