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Uncertainty is an opaque, dogged cloud
Neither forceful nor gentle, but nuisance in it's abundance,
Akin to apathy
Be gone, just what shall rid it?
I aim to wring you from today's saturation
Hands at the ready to strangle
Where be your neck?
Will finds straight line purpose
Creaking at the seams gone rust
The raging mind quakes for traction
Must feeds the conviction
Such power in necessity
Assurance calms like still water
Thought glides like a solitary ripple
Satisfaction purrs to resonate
Content is the man who can conquer a fear.
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Harold Stewart and James McAuley, the creators of the great ‘Ern Malley Hoax’ also created three rules for the construction of poems for debunking the modernists, they are:
01] There must be no coherent theme.
02] There must be no care taken with verse technique.
03] In style, the works must imitate as many dead modernoids as possible.
I wonder if there is anyone out there channeling Harold Stewart and James McAuley.
Regards
Dermott Ryder
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