{"id":22350,"date":"2016-08-13T16:36:02","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T20:36:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=22350"},"modified":"2016-08-13T16:36:02","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T20:36:02","slug":"looney-pantoum-or-i-suck-at-rhymes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/looney-pantoum-or-i-suck-at-rhymes\/","title":{"rendered":"Looney Pantoum or I Suck at Rhymes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>To cup a hand to an upturned ear<br \/>\nTo hear what all there is to hear<br \/>\nEcho down the hall and up the stair<br \/>\nAnd keep my mind from turning fear.<\/p>\n<p>To hear what all there is to hear<br \/>\nAnd keep my mind from turning fear<br \/>\nThere must be brave good cheer<br \/>\nTo fight the crowd&#8217;s scowly sneer.<\/p>\n<p>To keep my mind from turning fear<br \/>\nAnd fight the crowd&#8217;s scowly sneers<br \/>\nI shall hold those I love to me near<br \/>\nAnd never let them harm my dears.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ll fight the crowd&#8217;s awful sneers<br \/>\nAnd never let them harm my dears<br \/>\nLest their lies most insincere<br \/>\nSway the tide to lesser cares.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ll never let them harm my dears<br \/>\nNor sway the tide to lesser cares<br \/>\nLike hate and names no one dares. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Framing targets in trigger hairs<\/p>\n<p>Sway no tide to lesser cares<br \/>\nFrame no targets in trigger hairs<br \/>\nCome clean in consciences bared<br \/>\nFor hate&#8217;s glare dies in love shared.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-22422\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/image-68-273x300.jpeg\" alt=\"image\" width=\"273\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/image-68-273x300.jpeg 273w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/image-68.jpeg 656w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 273px) 100vw, 273px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>To cup a hand to an upturned ear To hear what all there is to hear Echo down the hall and up the stair And keep my mind from turning fear. To hear what all there is to hear And keep my mind from turning&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":196,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-22350","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22350","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/196"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22350"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22350\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22444,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22350\/revisions\/22444"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22350"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22350"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22350"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}