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A baby is able of expressing her needs, not by talking but through her cry to state her needs to fulfil, expression made by her, Mom understands baby's cry. Difference in baby's different cries only Mom can feel; knows high pitched wailing cry of baby is for hunger, she tries to bring comfort and food without saying. When we pray, God at times remain silent; that does not mean HE hasn't heard, like Mom, tries to bring peace, comfort to our minds; HE's quiet but in control to bring smiles in our eyes. Just because HE seems silent, doesn't imply one should stop praying; know unless baby cries Mom doesn't bring food for her, same rule apply pray from heart to get HIS Blessing, that's prize. Our cries for support HE hears through the prayer. HE's silent but at right time answers prayer. ~x~x~
Heroic Sonnet The Heroic Sonnet departs from the quatorzain and stretches the verse for eighteen lines which could put into question whether or not it is a true sonnet. This longer sonnet form dates back to 16th century England. The Heroic Sonnet is: -Metric, iambic pentameter. -A poem in 18 lines made up of 4 alternate rhymed quatrains and ending with a rhymed heroic couplet. -Rhymed, rhyme scheme abab cdcd efef ghgh ii -Composed without designated arrival of the pivot, but the poem is summarized and concluded by the ending couplet. Pasted from http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/index.php?showtopic=1548 Thanks to Judi Van Gorder for the resource at Poetry Magnum Opus Site. Note:: Classified as “Gadget” Sonnet, as they have refrain, or have construction or length requirements which fall outside of the “standard” sonnet area, which generally vary only in meter, line-length, rhyme pattern or volta requirements. Reference:: http://poetscollective.org/everysonnet/gadget-sonnets/

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