This is a new form of poem created by HIDDEN DEMOISELLE called “word-wording” or “word flow”. Here, the last word of every odd line will be the beginning of every even line in its gerund form.
Not my best poem, but something to get off my chest, thank you. Did you know that Canadian child welfare systems have been failing in their duties since 1948? That’s 150 years of Children’s Services Failures. The issue goes far beyond Canada, as North American systems are regulating at the same destructive pace.
Not all that we hear and read about from the most authentic sources is the correct information. Despite, it being incorrect, it may not be ill-intentioned. This innocent girl is just scared, to tell the truth to the world; just because she thinks the world will laugh at her.
Moriar-ne Omnis?, by J. W. Cassandra, my poem. The poem is the overture for my work in progress about my favourite historical person and hero, István Türr (11/08. 1825 Baja – 03/05. 1908, Budapest, Hungary) the vice-marshal, the assistant officer for Garibaldi (04/07. 1807., Nice, French – 02/06. 1882., Caprera, Italy) as a member of the Thousand of Marsala. He married niece of Napoleon III. (20/04. 1808. Paris, French – 09/01. 1873. Chislehurst, Engl.), Adele Bonaparte-Wyse, in addition, he was the aid-de-camp for king Victor Emanuel II. (reign: 17/03. 1867. – 09/01. 1878.) of the historical re-united Italy. His contemporaries called him “l’Ungherese intrepido” that is ” the “Intrepid Hungarian”, an ambassador for peace, a freemason and a master of a lodge in Budapest, Hungary. And a long row of his deeds reqiures an eternal memory, so I began a novel on his life and this poem I share now on the anniversary of his passing away as a tribute to him. You can see it in my website, as well, with a bit more information. Link: www.jwcassandra.simplesite.com If you would like to know more about István Türr, check the link below: https://hu.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trr_Istvn
Moriar-ne Omnis?, by J. W. Cassandra, my poem. The poem is the overture for my work in progress about my favourite historical person and hero, István Türr (11/08. 1825 Baja – 03/05. 1908, Budapest, Hungary) the vice-marshal, the assistant officer for Garibaldi (04/07. 1807., Nice, French – 02/06. 1882., Caprera, Italy) as a member of the Thousand of Marsala. He married niece of Napoleon III. (20/04. 1808. Paris, French – 09/01. 1873. Chislehurst, Engl.), Adele Bonaparte-Wyse, in addition, he was the aid-de-camp for king Victor Emanuel II. (reign: 17/03. 1867. – 09/01. 1878.) of the historical re-united Italy. His contemporaries called him “l’Ungherese intrepido” that is ” the “Intrepid Hungarian”, an ambassador for peace, a freemason and a master of a lodge in Budapest, Hungary. And a long row of his deeds reqiures an eternal memory, so I began a novel on his life and this poem I share now on the anniversary of his passing away as a tribute to him. You can see it in my website, as well, with a bit more information. Link: www.jwcassandra.simplesite.com If you would like to know more about István Türr, check the link below: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Istvn_Trr
The Foremother’s Mirror, a detail, by J. W. Cassandra. My short story I wanted to share o Mother’s Day just I’m late a day. Sorry. But, I could congratulate my Mother who will be 80 on 16th June. This is why I’m late a bit. The short story I wrote about an imagined character, a descendant of the Foremother, she’s not me. The whole story is available in my website, both in English and Hungarian. I mingled the features of a fairy tale, a family legend and a short story in it, intentionally. Illustration from Pixabay. My website: www.jwcassandra.simplesite.com I hope, you’ll like it.
The Foremother’s Mirror, a detail, by J. W. Cassandra. My short story I wanted to share o Mother’s Day just I’m late a day. Sorry. But, I could congratulate my Mother who will be 80 on 16th June. This is why I’m late a bit. The short story I wrote about an imagined character, a descendant of the Foremother, she’s not me. The whole story is available in my website, both in English and Hungarian. I mingled the features of a fairy tale, a family legend and a short story in it, intentionally. Illustration from Pixabay. My website: www.jwcassandra.simplesite.com I hope, you’ll like it.
I’m just tired of our trauma becoming the latest movie. Being stopped has become a fear even when I know I haven’t done anything wrong. Now I have to see it on the big screen all the time.
Life Ponders, by J. W. Cassandra. This is my newest poem, I wrote it only 2 days ago. I myself took the photo and made the image. The idea came by seeing the Spring coming late, as if it hesitated to come or not to come… the flowers to ponder to blossom or not to blossom… I share the poem both in English and Hungarian. It isn’t placed yet into any of my volumes, yet, of course. I’ll do it later. The story of writing: I have so far written 12 whole, finished volumes of my poems, following a plan to make in each one volume 21 cycles and to place in each cycle 12 poems and an “overture” or “opening poem” – that gives the keynote to the whole cycle – in the beginning of them. Moreover, I made so far 6 volumes that I haven’t finished yet, I used to place my new poems in them in the same system, as above. 2 days ago, I remembered one of my more than 4200 poems, only the starting line and the title. I began to search it in my all volumes since I wanted to re-read it and to share. But I couldn’t find it anywhere. Then I wrote down it and made for sharing. This poem is that. I can’t imagine only, how I could “remember” it when it didn’t exist yet?
Life Ponders, by J. W. Cassandra. This is my newest poem, I wrote it only 2 days ago. I myself took the photo and made the image. The idea came by seeing the Spring coming late, as if it hesitated to come or not to come… the flowers to ponder to blossom or not to blossom… I share the poem both in English and Hungarian. It isn’t placed yet into any of my volumes, yet, of course. I’ll do it later. The story of writing: I have so far written 12 whole, finished volumes of my poems, following a plan to make in each one volume 21 cycles and to place in each cycle 12 poems and an “overture” or “opening poem” – that gives the keynote to the whole cycle – in the beginning of them. Moreover, I made so far 6 volumes that I haven’t finished yet, I used to place my new poems in them in the same system, as above. 2 days ago, I remembered one of my more than 4200 poems, only the starting line and the title. I began to search it in my all volumes since I wanted to re-read it and to share. But I couldn’t find it anywhere. Then I wrote down it and made for sharing. This poem is that. I can’t imagine only, how I could “remember” it when it didn’t exist yet?
When organizing a trip, several points on the check-list must be taken into account , such as booking accommodation, activities, getting boarding passes
Just came to my mind while having breakfast with pastries, breads, cookies, hot-chocolates. Just make me go la la la.
