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					<description><![CDATA[Identifying with the Prey I smell the breeze of the zephyr winds carrying flowers’ jewels. I smell the dew of the early sun delighting in its cool. I see the blue of the open sky and am urged to run wild. I see the green of the forest glen drawn to shadows’ beguile. I hear &#8230; <a href="https://penpoint.biz/poem-identifying-with-the-prey/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Poem: Identifying with the Prey</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		
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					<description><![CDATA[The Architecture of a Sonnet Both Italian Sonnets, also called Petrarchan Sonnets, and English Sonnets, commonly referred to as Shakespearean Sonnets, are fourteen lines of iambic pentameter, though their rhyme scheme differs due to the simplicity of finding rhymes in Italian verses the difficulty of finding rhymes in English. Pentameter refers to the fact that &#8230; <a href="https://penpoint.biz/the-architecture-of-a-sonnet/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">The Architecture of a Sonnet</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		
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					<description><![CDATA[Or we shall diminish Come nigh to me, my lord While darkness does enfold and hide our acts from prying eyes. Nought shall know who thou art my precious love. Guard me openly, gallant man With all love and caring in thee when daylight shines on kin and king. Forsake not your knightly vows nor &#8230; <a href="https://penpoint.biz/poem-or-we-shall-diminish/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Poem: Or we shall diminish</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		
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		<title>Poem: Chase the Moon</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chase the Moon “Chase the Moon” The dark clouds cry With patchwork precision They hunt night’s single eye Dancing in and out of vision ‘gainst the starless sky. Midnight clouds In darkness quiet lie Waiting to jump Leap on their bright prey The reflective cousin of day. &#160; by, Lady Prudence the Curious Written April &#8230; <a href="https://penpoint.biz/poem-chase-the-moon/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Poem: Chase the Moon</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
		
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