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Franky was seven and having a party
He told all his school-mates, except for Spud Carty
And once they had heard that Spud wasn't invited
All of them said they were really excited
And then at the party the kids all had fun
Which might have continued if Spud hadn't come
Spud didn't play games, he was not in the mood
He’d much rather stuff himself full of free food
He grabbed all the biscuits and scoffed the whole lot
And all the Bombay mix although it was hot
He snaffled the sarnies and some went down whole
Then grabbed the spaghetti piled up in a bowl
He gobbled so much that he struggled to chew
Then Franky cried out, that's not only for you
Spud simply laughed spitting food as he said
We all gotta eat... or else we'd be dead
And that was when poor Franky found himself wishing
His dad had stayed home and had not gone off fishing
Spud sucked spaghetti like slithering snakes
And said when I'm done, gonna find me some cakes
But Franky looked sick and he started to squirm
That sgetti looks just like a wriggly worm
And Spud got annoyed when he heard someone giggle
Don't be so stoopid, spaghetti can't wriggle
Spud swallowed more, that spaghetti was yummy
He said with a grin as he patted his tummy
You lot he shouted must really be thick
To get the food first you'd have to be quick
The front door swung open, there stood Franky's dad
He looked a bit angry, in fact he looked mad
I’m meant to be fishing but I'm running late
I got to the lake but forgot all my bait
I've checked out the shed and I've looked all around
Wherever I look there's no bait to be found
Was it indoors his son Franky enquired
So it would be handy when it was required
Right there on the table his father confirms
An old plastic dish, full of wriggly worms
And that was when Spud's belly started to grumble
And everyone heard his guts starting to rumble
Spud almost flew to the lavatory
What happened next was a horror story
And when throwing up seemed much less of a danger
He left with kids calling out, Don't be a stranger!
Traditional poetry is written in METER, wherein the words in
any given line are read/heard in syllable groups called 'feet'.
An IAMB is a foot containing one un-emphasized syllable,
followed by a second emphasized (or 'stressed') syllable.
PENTA is the Greek prefix for five. The phrase IAMBIC PENTAMETER
refers to a poetic format in which each line contains five iambic pairs (individually, ten alternating UN-STRESSED and STRESSED syllables).
The result is a distinct but pleasant pattern that might be compared
to the sound of someone (or someTHING!) walking with a slightly
uneven gait: ... step-STEP... step-STEP... step-STEP...
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An 'iamb' is a pair of syllables
that sound like zombies coming down the street;
First, one soft step and next, a step that PULLS.
(You'll know when one's around just by it's feet)
'Pentameter' is bound to stop them then -
It's found to top their footsteps off at ten!
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Etatsemaj Poems are shaped like an hourglass. The top and bottom halves are seven lines each, linked by a narrow constriction, allowing the sands of verse to run through, giving a total of 15 lines. It may be on any subject and rhyming is optional. Discretionary spaces may be inserted to maintain the hourglass form.
The poem style is named after its inventor, James Tate (spelled backwards).
What is a poem that we should boast?
What poem styles do we like most?
Is it the meter or the rhythm?
Must it bear big thoughts?
Or the sound of music?
Must it rhyme?
All the time?
What?
Imagery.
Metaphors.
Allusion, similes.
Some like free verse.
For good verse first rehearse.
A good beginning holds the reader;
A superb ending will never be forgotten.
Etatsemaj Poems are shaped like an hourglass. The top and bottom halves are seven lines each, linked by a narrow constriction, allowing the sands of verse to run through, giving a total of 15 lines. It may be on any subject and rhyming is optional. Discretionary spaces may be inserted to maintain the hourglass form.
The poem style is named after its inventor, James Tate (spelled backwards).
What is a poem that we should boast?
What poem styles do we like most?
Is it the meter or the rhythm?
Must it bear big thoughts?
Or the sound of music?
Must it rhyme?
All the time?
What?
Imagery.
Metaphors.
Allusion, similes.
Some like free verse.
For good verse first rehearse.
A good beginning holds the reader;
A superb ending will never be forgotten.
The swaying of her hips,
the movement of her lips,
The way she moved her body
brought him into that one kiss.
He loved the way she moved,
she loved the way he talked,
It was a match made in Heaven,
a match made by God.
That single kiss they shared,
It made him fall in love.
Everything he did,
he did for her,
to this man, this woman was,
all there ever was.
Because even small ants cast long shadows,
He never did suspect,
that one day she’d go away.
Her time was drawing near,
and it’d be there all too soon.
He never saw the car,
I came from out of sight.
He did his best to stop it,
he did his best to fight.
But it was too late,
and the damage had already been done.
He cried when he realized,
that she was already gone.
And as he sat there crying,
he realized,
That even the small ants cast long shadows.
Two weeks later,
and he’s crying in his room.
He was starting to get tired,
and darkness began to loom.
He no longer wanted to live,
he no longer wanted to fight.
All he wanted to do,
is go to the looming light.
So as he sits there crying,
he writes his last note.
As the last tear,
He’ll ever cry,
falls from his face.
And the guns in his face,
the pain’s in his heart.
And from this world,
He then did depart.
All because small ants cast long shadows.
Leading The Way With Your Blessed Amazing Grace!
Inspiring blessed God: "Trinity of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit."
Inter-connectedness of the most gracious Triune Creator of life.
Good Friday to Easter Sunday requires rolling the stone away
Erasing life's sting with everlasting resurrection inspirational grace.
Judas symbolizes Goliath to many in opposition of their faith
We believe in doing all things through Your omnipotent strength.
Doubt was never meant to be an aversion in Your kingdom
The shining path of light illuminates the way to Your holy ground.
An inspiring vision of not turning back stimulates enhancing spirits
Removing dark clouds for the arriving golden sun rays at dawn.
Darkness only last for a moment in time for resting the body
Gathering valuable thoughts of great news to share along the way.
With love, self-discovery, and stimulation of the senses, we embrace
You’re leading the way, and we're abiding with Your loving grace!
Author's Notes: This "Blessed Trinity" poetry form meets all the requirements. It displays a foundational thesis. The theme is evident. It surpasses the octave length of eight lines and is written in a sonnet format. The rhyming scheme is absent. The trilogy is evident with the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Hindrances are defeated, and the journey ends in abiding grace!
I dedicate this poem to them who are ignorant and making statements on innocent girls that were raped and killed in India.
Disturbance creates crystal ball for heeling flirt.
irresponsibilities perform failure of skills and spreads dirt.
reliabilities of options confirm the intellect of a utilizer,
that runs a system; a person becomes consultant or an advisor,
firms establish a uniform asks young girls to wear a short skirt.
conversation counts in matters also smile draws relationship,
Academic education and experience fails if it takes nudity step,
the system is based on production, progress and growth,
time is value, money is source that never counts someone's hurt.
personal skill counts in an interview to differ a colouring shirt.
caste, colour, religion, language or a boundary that never counts,
if corruption or selfishness profound fails if honesty not in account,
something is different unaffordable that attitudes fail to apply,
we develop injustice, forcible manners in our daily amounts.
FORMAT
Life is full of expectations regulations-- evaluations
Rationalizations
Poetry provides perfect protection-- preventing
Pre-empting
Facilitating fanciful feelings--fictional
Fascinations
FORMAT—WHERE IS THE FREEDOM IN THAT?
All I will say is how I did my best ever day to say you are my love
Before I go to bed and before I wake up I pray above
Cluing you with the best of my affections that I hope you see
Did you know that everyday I look at you my day is pleasant and that is the key
Everyone that knows me knows that you are the one for me
Friends and family love you as much as I expect to be
Going forward with all my heart I give you my love unexpectedly
Holding your hand while walking and whispering to your ear I love unconditionally
In my heart I expect in return is a smile of faith
Just when we look into each others eyes in love we bathe
Kindly we speak to each other with passion
Life we have together we love our every hug and kisses in occasions
Tortoise looked, couldn't see, hare disappeared.
Only him, tortoise win, hare reappeared.
the sportsmanship that
honesty competes often
eludes the cheaters
The Word of Life is joy everlasting.
In the game of life, we win, lose, and die,
patterns reasoning; be glad we're living.
Living for the trice, losers don't comply,
trifles our distractions are ankle-deep.
Count on time won't add up you'll meet Grim Reap.
Speed misjudged its breaks; odds knew--widow's mite.
Live yond your means, who are your family.
A hard worker, big spender, works in spite,
Jones styles for their smiles, save one--their envy.
Live simple, live smart unlike ducks and drakes,
odds knew--widow's mite; speed misjudged its breaks.
The hare expected to win and the tortoise knew he would lose--too much and too little of themselves, until fate intervened.
One sat under the apple tree until an apple fell on its head, and the other was on top of that tree, simply going out on a limb.
Do Despise
What is it we should surmise
Those who terrorize
Do despise
May be many ties
Along with their alibis.
Terrorist does this define
Were they out of line
Sun does shine
In position so supine
Do much so they can unwind.
Have heard that the prognosis
Has been pretty precocious
Atrocious
And preposterous
End of what can add to this.
This is a Seven Fife Three Five
Seven format.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
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I don't know how to format
I'm really bad with grammar
Sometimes when I proof read my poems
They look like letters from the slammer
It took me three days to write the one 'bout Sun and Sand
Then I put through a grammar site and didn't understand
They said everything was correct I didn't need their aide
Then they said my writing level was about third grade
I don't think that was my idea of constructive criticism
They didn't have to say 3rd grade they could've used a Euphemism
They said I need to learn new words and to not repeat
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01/10/2021
Format Of The Eclipse,
Danger of sunlight on my lips,
My eyes filled with terror, Deceit fill my heat
What goes around comes around, so that gravity may put me back on my feet
The moonlight on my hands
The stars up above, A twister filled twilight with only seductive love
B-The Word of Life is joy everlasting-a
E-In the game of life, we win, lose, and die-b
T-patterns reasoning, be glad we're living-a
T-living for the trice, losers don't comply,-b
E-trifles our distractions are ankle-deep.-c
R-Count on time won't add up you'll meet Grim Reap.-c
L-Speed misjudged its breaks; odds knew--widow's mite.-a
E-Live yond your means, who are your family.-b
T-A hard worker, big spender, works in spite,-a
T-Jones styles for their smiles save one--their envy.b
E-Live simple, live smart unlike ducks and drakes,-c
R-odds knew--widow's mite; speed misjudged its breaks.-c