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Anthony Etherin, THE YETI SPEAKS, 2025.
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I sat, solemn. I saw time open one poem. It was in me, lost as I.
Anthony Etherin, Solemn
Amazingly this poem is a perfect palindrome, whose letters read the same both forwards and backwards.
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Emit a null lore. Mirth gilts all. Like rule, we dull, as, drab, we fall. Eye rust. Eye bold. Rage regal law: A rose so old — eyed loose, so raw. All age regard — Lo! Be yet sure. Yell! A few bards allude we lure. Kill last, light rime — roll Luna, time.
--Anthony Etherin (@Anthony_Etherin) tweeted at 2:30 AM on Wed, May 05, 2021: BARD (Palindrome-Sonnet) https://twitter.com/Anthony_Etherin/status/1389875075281731587?s=03
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Moby Dick (Palindrome-Sonnet, Petrarchan)
‘Damn word!’ I say. A sign: O, lost, same lap. We devil, stress. A pagan, we help. Mates! Dash sin. I, mid, deliver deeps it fates. We pale, eke vanes I ran. My host: ‘bed-trap’. Dab—knit, per crafts, a madness. Algae, snap! We, fleer, sail, as moody alba hates. Page, notify a pseudo-Maori: ‘Crates!’ Set arc: I roam—O, dues pay. Fit one gap. Set, Ahab, lay doom’s alias. ‘Reel few!’ Pan sea-glass.…
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Frankenstein
Deeds, lives allay me. Man, not law, decide. End loyal rot, civilian as a god. Parts mix a monster, frets no maker tied. A menace. Voltage, blade my arts. Too, rods pack, row to rot. Stuck carcass, end a sleep! Dial lips. Name, beg a raven egg of doom. Moored on an idle here, we rift, rates deep. Speed, set art, fire. We’re held in anode, room. Mood, fog Geneva. Rage, be man. Spill aid. Peel…
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