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Now and Then

Is this the world that was so young and fresh and fair but yesterday? From leafy bows the robin sung Is this the world that was so young? Wild bees upon the clover swung And grove and field with bloom were gay Is this the world that was so young and fresh and fair but yesterday? Is this the world that was so young and fresh and fair but yesterday? Sere leaves beneath our feet are flung Is this the world that was so young? As if wild hands spectre wrung Hither and thither, sobbing, sway Is this the world that was so young and fresh and fair but yesterday?
+++ October 9, 2014 Form: Triolet (Iamb Tetrameter) Dr. Ram Mehta Second place win Contest: Structured Forms Iamb Verse III by Giorgio V.

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014

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Broom Sage

When I was young the broom sage grew so tall
It towered over me, fuzzy tickling
Right there in front of momma harvesting
Harvesting just enough sage for a broom

Broom sage to sweep the hearth clean of debris
A hearth white washed with Georgia kaolin 
Nothing to cover the dirty black sooted bricks
In summer even the inside was white washed

Taller now towering over the sage
Whose sick sparse shoots reach up to claim sunlight
Purple hues shimmer in breeze, wait for spring 
Renewed to live again, again, again

Like sage cut, fashioned into a hearth broom
Life is short, wears away the youthful joy
Soon the end in sight, retired to kindling
Laid down upon the white washed inside brick

Awaiting morn when a spark will ignite.
A roaring fire will spring forth ablaze
While all the family gathers around
Warmed by the hearth of a happy snug home

Written:December 9, 2015

Definition of Blank Verse
Blank verse is a literary device defined as un-rhyming verse written in iambic pentameter. In poetry and prose, it has a consistent meter with 10 syllables in each line (pentameter); where, unstressed syllables are followed by stressed ones and five of which are stressed but do not rhyme. It is also known as un-rhymed iambic pentameter.

•Blank verse poetry has no fixed number of lines.
•Blank verse can be composed in any kind of meter, such as iamb, trochee, spondee and dactyl

I chose this form because I did not want to rhyme..


Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2015

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A FORMal Evening

Haibun trying to read your mind from afar,
sitting acrostic from you at the bar.
Iamb itching to sit on the stool beside you,
but somebody's sonnet - and I don't think she'll move.
Are we just a couplet of friends having drinks?
Maybe you quintella me what you think.
I feel giddy and dizain without any warning,
and I know I'm going to feel verse in the morning.
But we've been playing footles and it feels so right,
so why not just tanka me home tonight?

Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2013

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iamb song,or
long-short trochaic,taut,
spondaic long,with syllables
octa,which choice numbers for my
and anapestic
with syllables three-
this poetry's a stress to far..
for me !

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010

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A Child Jabbers Spondees

Its feet are tiny dimeter,
Body, spirit, soul, trimeter,
Would you look at those ears and eyes
Whose tetrameter rhyme defies

Its foot with pentameter toes,
Smelled by monometer nose!
Don’t fret when its iamb voice speaks 
Cheerful quatrains for days and weeks.

Stand still while it jabbers spondee,
In stanzas of metered trochee.
Well, my friend, please do not pretend,
Or you’ll cause more stress at the end.

Each verse it speaks is oh, so sweet
For it’s growing Longfellow feet!
Sit back, relax, put on a smile,
You’ve been zapped by a poet’s grandchild!

Copyright © James Tate | Year Posted 2011

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If I were...

If I were a sonnet poem
A lover would read my proem
she’d recite all my lines
and would stress my end rhymes
and love the syllables iamb.

Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2009

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A Christmas Memory

A Christmas Memory
(Shaira Form - Dabali version)

Many moons ago, a migrant, to a land unknown, all was new,
When Christmas arrived, tradition, hurried out the door, on review, 
No snowfalls around, no eggnog, just an ice-cold beer, will make do,
Thirty-five degrees, at the beach, fresh caught shrimps on the BBQ

Note: Christmas in Australia is in Summer.  Traditional XMAS lunch may still be enjoyed under the air condition today.  At my place we have a XMAS Eve dinner instead.

Ronald Zammit
Contest: A Christmas Memory
Sponsor: Broken Wing

This is a rather unusual form, originating from Georgia in the 12th Century. The English language version is a mono rhymed quatrain of sixteen (16) syllables broken up into four sections. 
There are two versions, the Dabali Shairi or low version, and the Magala Shairi or high version. The low version is not really suited to the Iamb poet as it consists of five syllables, followed by three syllables, a caesura and then a triple rhyme.;
The Magali Shairi is much better suited to the Iambic user as sections are broken up into fours (or two iambs), there is still a caesura after the second section, but the requirement is only for a double rhyme

Copyright © Ronald Zammit | Year Posted 2015

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rhythmic structure of a verse
 study of metre prosody
patterns of syllables of types
stressed syllables at regular interval
long short short dactyl
long long spondee in dead classics
alexandrine twelve syllables in french
five characters in chinese all rules then
people had lot of time to spare
sequence of feet is a metre too
stressed and unstressed like people
five iambic feet are iambic pentameter
paradise lost and sonnets
trochee is stressed unstressed reverse of iamb then
spondee anapest dactyl amphibrach pyrrhic
metric cousins
iamb in two anapest in three common modern english
unrhymed iambic penta is blank verse
bill and milton liked it rhymed pair of lines in
iambic is heroic couplet now for humor

Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2015

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Hear this

in my poem they do sit
each the others opposite;

a foot is two syllables long,
lines of them make up my song
any such line..is fine
if this topic still makes you yawn
just keep on with open form!

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2012

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Our Brutal Rooms

In the canvas of twilightish insanity Appear pomegranate designs of passion An intellectual dance of day flowing into night In the sea inside skull, the heartbeats of humanity Vibrating with rurality towards urbanity Get oxidized in the lemon and salt of mundanity No concern for the formality of meter and iamb And thus blooms out the filigree of feelings Beautiful Sylvia Plath effect revealing They invite us to the mirror Of our reality of current disintegration Reeking of brutality and volcanity Collapsing rhythm joyously spells fatality And cheerfully grows an inanity of mentality Eating into our diamonds of morality You often say you will return and love Are you afraid of the expanding emptiness And the vitality-sapping black holes? We do not know why profanity is considered a value We do not know where our brutal rooms lead to We only see green leaves dropping dead every day __________________________________________________ 25/01/2017 Word Challenge - Poetry Contest hosted by Silent One

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017

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Lyric a la Mode

I am a true contemporary
who knows how to acceptably 

write a poem.  First with a tangible
aroma of burnt toast, I will run on

my imaginary couplets like a stroke
victim of the modern prejudices.

(Strophe’s choice is put aside, and 
Iamb not going to count my feet.)

Once cute, most common figures of speech have 
worn out their fashion like poorly matched metaphors.

(Do not rhyme, remember, do not rhyme,
as you wax nostalgic for some childhood time… damn!)

Pent up pentameter oozes with therapeutic 
confessionals that spring or dance or likewise

incongruently twist uncomfortably on the page,
while conjuring an image both shamefully personal

and embarrassingly boring from a tourist’s slide show 
or the shoebox full of faded, classic Polaroids.

Sardonically satiristic, I’ll reach-around to reference
an obscurely erudite portrait of some saint, like 

Christina The Astonishing’s flight into the rafters
of the church to avoid the stink of her own kind.

And at the end of a turbulent typhoon of irregular lines
washing deeply into the recesses of nowhere in particular,

I will, after too long a time, finally and hopefully declare:
une mule morte sur les clefs du piano.

Self satisfied, I’ll end my rant -- non sequitur but unchallenged…
or would you prefer a tantalizing inquiry of you, Dear Reader?

Copyright © James Ph. Kotsybar | Year Posted 2011

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unit of rhythm pattern of the beats
a foot has syllables two or three
variety on accent or stress
iamb is unstressed stressed
trochee is stressed unstressed
dactyl stressed unstressed unstressed
anapest reverse of dactyl
thats all for today
of poetry

Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2015

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sonnets n free verse

we are drudging along
old horses pulling
candle light dinner
every  day
writing sonnets in iamb-
ic pentameter to pl-
ease the lords for
daily bread and 
wine evry day
under the booming je
ts an spirallin rock-
ets in the global
village they po-
st free verse
and starve

Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016

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Fourteen Verses

My passion is to write modern sonnets
Yes indeed modern not traditional.
Iambic pentameter I regret
Is too restrictive and conditional.
I had observed that many years ago.
Expression of thought is more important
Than any well-placed iamb, apropos.
These little songs* are not songs at all; shan’t
Pretend when they're not. Mine are messages
That I compose within fourteen verses: 
Some assurances, other presages.
They are my work for better or for worse.
If I fail to convey in fourteen lines
I'd nothing to say and wasted your time.

* Sonnet means little song.

Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2009