Diane Hine

Silver Star - 4,143 Points (25 July 1956)

Diane Hine Poems

1. No Thing Paradox (Acrostic Sonnet) 2/17/2012
2. Haiku- Rational(E) 2/19/2012
3. No Elegy For Plaster Teeth (Part 2) 2/20/2012
4. No Elegy For Plaster Teeth (Part 1) 2/20/2012
5. Tanka: Tide. 2/27/2012
6. An Overwrought Cavort 2/27/2012
7. Sonnet: Poetry 2/27/2012
8. Tanka: By The Sea 2/28/2012
9. Patisserie 3/3/2012
10. Once Bitten (Cleave/Trigee) 3/4/2012
11. Clouds 3/7/2012
12. A Farce. 3/9/2012
13. Sister Planet 3/10/2012
14. Haiku: Something 3/11/2012
15. Maybe 3/13/2012
16. Will And Elle (A Villanelle) 3/17/2012
17. 'Aliens'....Mostly... 3/19/2012
18. Tanka: Far And Near (Sighted) 3/26/2012
19. Sestina: A Bird In The Bamboo 3/27/2012
20. Pantoum: Wandering 3/29/2012
21. Patch 3/21/2012
22. Lai: Twinned Pair 4/1/2012
23. Lai Nouveau: The Debt 4/2/2012
24. Lai Nouveau: May Offend. 4/8/2012
25. Hemispheres 4/10/2012
26. Rondeau: Cycle 4/11/2012
27. Triolet: Sacrifice 4/12/2012
28. An Interesting Ancestry 4/18/2012
29. Sonnet: Transcendental 4/20/2012
30. Outpost 4/29/2012
31. Platform 4/30/2012
32. Frame 5/1/2012
33. Free Choice (Cleave/Trigee) 5/3/2012
34. Efficient 5/8/2012
35. Sonnet: Ubiquitous Love 5/17/2012
36. Stuff And Nonsense 5/19/2012
37. Bird Song 5/25/2012
38. Neutralize 5/27/2012
39. Extreme[ly] Puzzling 5/29/2012
40. Waning Cynical 5/31/2012
Best Poem of Diane Hine

Human

A deviation split our primate past
and catalysed the rise of modern man.
Inquirers scan a triple epoch span
to piece together how it came to pass:
A sentry's vision, thanks to an upright stance,
a language sharp enough to share a plan,
a hoard of weapons tooled by strong-thumbed hands
and fire, the coup de grâce, the master blast.
But one essential foible antecedes
this suite of skills and moved us to escape
our cousins' fate: an unappeasable need
and will to engineer our future state.
Inherent restiveness sufficed to seed
triumphant man, the ...

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Burning Blue

Photons lacerate the air in waves of ev'ry hue,
plunging through successfully except for burning blue.
Motes of dust and water drops play cricket with blue balls,
weaving veils of endless blue in vast concentric shawls.
When the rays are vertical they drill through skin and bone,
drain all sheen from vibrant green, steal water from dry stone.
Then all life is forced to heed light's power to subdue.
The mantle of the victor is a fire of flaming blue.

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