Max Kwoa

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Blogging is a fascinating adventure,
empowering, naïve, chaste though never pure.
Fingers dancing on keyboard to pay their dues
while eagerly chasing ideal revenues,
...

The vast normality engulfs constricted attempts
at emerging and drifting away from destined plans!

A rational wave, to sand our resolve and preempts
...

My lethargic barque gently drifts,
under lush trees' soothing shadows,
and dragonflies' waltz with light glows.
...

Impish little fairies like crisps and yellow boots,
but who could blame them.

Lounging in our realm,
...

The odious demon was trapped in stone,
to prove that we master the unknown.
Great power that is,
to do as we please.
...

Eight long rows still left to explore,
My obese cart makes me worry.
"Hey, can you reach these hellebore? "
A little voice asked all merry.
...

I patched another heel strap,
racing between shiny lifts,
to make a statement!
While some enjoy their birth's gifts,
...

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Blogging Sestina

Blogging is a fascinating adventure,
empowering, naïve, chaste though never pure.
Fingers dancing on keyboard to pay their dues
while eagerly chasing ideal revenues,
nurturing the last one true innocent hope:
living free without any restricting rope.

It starts with engine searching for the right trope,
the right domain and host; drafting adventure.
Eventually, Gator discounts offer hope
of a safe and fast platform that remain pure,
away from dark web's looming revenues,
and trial offer with seventh month high dues.

I install Wordpress, with updates overdues.
Widgets, shortcodes and plugins in the theme rope,
financed through Paypal donation revenues,
comfort me to pursue the blog adventure.
Webcomics and ShopIsle: forums shout impure!
But full template integration welcomes hope...

First post and no traffic, hard facts stealing hope.
Registration to directories past dues,
I worry that my mailbox cannot stay pure.
Gone is my freedom, tied down by IP rope.
Stuck, I trail the social media adventure,
analytics tracing path to revenues.

Time passes, sixth month now and few re-venues.
Webmasters tool slowly draining bits of hope,
to live away from spamming and ad venture.
I trade financial balance with moral dues,
writing and posting on a very thin rope,
my content struggling to stay true and pure.

Fingers now slaving for meager revenues,
No bread, bills piling up, and long overdues,

Dreams of freedom still bright and vivid, I hope,
It's keeping me away from dark ending rope.

Blogging is a fascinating adventure,
empowering, naïve, chaste though never pure.

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