You Might agree: Iambic comes from Greek.
Italian Anapesto Also was
originally attic: Clipped and Meek,
the dactyl Acts as opposite, Because
its Rhythmus (German) Is the straight reverse,
runs Opposite, Contains what may be worse,
that’s Not one short, two long. Would you Abort
a poem If it ran one Long, two short?
The Césure (French) is Lame, a rhythm killer,
the Spanish harder Yet – the redondilla!
Categories:
iambically, poetry,
Form: Acrostic
My word tigers I train with chair in hand
and meter's whip. Good syntax I require,
true spelling, decent rhythm - I demand
they jump iambically through hoops of fire.
An excerpt of the sonnet "Taming Tigers"
Categories:
iambically, poetry, words,
Form: Rhyme
Someday I'll get this sonnet writing right.
Sure, I can count ten syllables and rhyme,
then set my flock of metaphors to flight
and spin ten-dollar words from time to time.
My tiger-words I train with chair in hand
and meter's whip. Good syntax I require,
true spelling, decent rhythm - I demand
they jump iambically through hoops of fire.
I seek out synonyms with sound appeal
plus apt alliteration and aplomb,
but end up sacrificing soul and feel -
it rhymes; poetically though, it's a bomb.
To touch the heart is something you can't teach;
a tiger in a cage - just out of reach.
written 5 Aug 2020
Categories:
iambically, poetry, tiger, writing,
Form: Sonnet
KOMOREBI
The Land Where Poems Are Made
Chorus chords of
Sounds mutter, iambically
Especially forming tongues throughout the ages
To give birth to rhyme in metered rages
Ancient rants, bellow from the depths
Of hollowed souls, needing to be refueled
As a lamp that all too quickly burned its wick.
So, yes, I toss and turn with loads, puns unsought
And words, dance wildly in my sleepless mind.
Yet, drifting bass-backwards through the woods,
and weeds of thought.
Ah yes, I am chasing dreams and nightmares too.
Hoping doors will open in the whimsical worlds in time.
That I may be the wise woman that writes the poem;
Whose poetic flute plays the tunes that pied the poets’ minds
Mimes leading them to that open space-
Where the light shines through the cove of trees;
Where ditties and missives, are the leaves that glisten.
Where rhymes, and poems nod and dance in the breeze,
And hang like wisdom’s fruit off grand poetic trees.
We pluck, we eat, we deliver that which we seek to write.
Remembering KOMOREBI
… We then finally, peacefully, now spirit-filled, we sleep.!
Categories:
iambically, beauty, inspiration, inspirational, light,
Form: Verse
But soft, what light from yonder window breaks?
Is the east, why did I think it was hark?
The soft part, I mean. Iambically pent
tambourine? Am now off of iambic
But diggin the idea, am just waltzing
please don't take too much offense
'cause that would suck royally,
don'tcha think?
Categories:
iambically, on writing and words,
Form: I do not know?