The Poet's Epic has received many submissions so far. These are the first ones in the poem. If you have submitted a verse and received no reply it doesn't mean your poem is not in yet, as we are trying to weave together verses that bounce off each other.
Outside on the street those starving for faith
congregate, as heretics and apostates shout
out blasphemy, “Poetry is dead!“ while true
believers retort, “There is resurrection!”
~ Peter V. Dugan
Keep your poetry pure
allow no intrusion
of self, others or false piety
~ Larry Jaffe
When the poem is free to be what it is meant to be
it is part human and part divine
'though you sign your name on a line.
~ Maria Manobianco
What mystery doest my mind unwrap
in words to be spoken in syncopated rhyme?
With musings I have set for myself a metered trap,
a snare upon the poet's path through time.
~ Donald E. Allen
To use words to illuminate the path
as the watcher in the night lit the candles
of the streetlamps of old
~ James P. Wagner (Ishwa)
congregate, as heretics and apostates shout
out blasphemy, “Poetry is dead!“ while true
believers retort, “There is resurrection!”
~ Peter V. Dugan
Keep your poetry pure
allow no intrusion
of self, others or false piety
~ Larry Jaffe
When the poem is free to be what it is meant to be
it is part human and part divine
'though you sign your name on a line.
~ Maria Manobianco
What mystery doest my mind unwrap
in words to be spoken in syncopated rhyme?
With musings I have set for myself a metered trap,
a snare upon the poet's path through time.
~ Donald E. Allen
To use words to illuminate the path
as the watcher in the night lit the candles
of the streetlamps of old
~ James P. Wagner (Ishwa)
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