Jeff Kyser Poet Rhyme

Tri and Tri Again TRI

The phrases lurch unkempt and trite.
The meter’s wrong, iambs lack grace.
One rarely ever gets it right,
and just like that, it falls in place.

The meter’s wrong, iambs lack grace
like two left feet’s unhappy dance;
success seems purely happenstance.

One rarely ever gets it right,
consuming vast amounts of time.
The process lacks both reason, rhyme.

And just like that, it falls in place.
Of brilliance, I must disabuse;
I simply want to slap the muse.

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Janice Canerdy October 6, 2024 at 2:12 PM Jeff, a huge CONGRATS on your well-deserved win in my contest. Delightful, and witty! Janice Janice Canerdy October 7, 2024 at 7:21 AM You're welcome, Jeff! Jeff Kyser October 6, 2024 at 2:55 PM Thanks for hosting, Janice!

Gary Radice September 29, 2024 at 1:49 AM Clever in its subject, form and execution Jeff. My thoughts: sometimes the subject finds the poet and I often think a poet’s muse tests the poet on purpose as if it’s independently organic in nature. And I’ll stop there for fear of sounding any more pretentious. :) Nice work. Cheers - Gary