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Iambic pentameter is all about the syllables, which ones are loud, and which ones are soft.
Baboon has two sounds – ba, and boon, a soft sound, and then a loud sound. High school also has two syllables, or two sounds. High and School also has two sounds, but the rhythm is loud sound, soft sound. The phrase: A baboon teaches at the high school has how many syllables? If you do not know, you can easily clap it out. With each sound, do one clap. A (one clap or one sound) baboon (two claps or two sounds), teaches (2 claps or two sounds) at (one clap or one syllable or one sound), the (one clap or one syllable or one sound), high (one clap or one syllable) school (one clap or one syllable or one sound).
The phrase A baboon teaches at the high school has a total of 10 sounds or 10 syllables or 10 claps.
Let us look at the word baboon again. Baboon - a soft sound, then a loud sound, or a soft syllable, and then a loud syllable, right? What about the word high school? Which syllable is soft? Which syllable is loud? The loud syllable is the first one, because that is the one your voice puts the most emphasis on.
Consequently, the word high school has a loud syllable, soft syllable rhythm.
When poets speak of iambic pentameter they are speaking of a five-in-a-row rhythm of soft loud, soft loud, soft loud, soft loud, soft loud sounds. It is important to remember there are five of them, and they must be soft loud, not loud soft sounds. Would high school work in this rhythm? Not well as it is a loud soft sound. What about the word baboon would it work in iambic pentameter – soft loud, soft loud, soft loud, soft loud, soft loud? Five in a row? Yes, it would because baboon is a soft loud word. Baboon, baboon, baboon, baboon, baboon. It might be possible to instill the word baboon in your mind now, so when you are writing iambic pentameter you can remember that baboon would work and the cadence is soft, loud. Also please remember to write iambic pentameter it must be five in a row.
A baboon teaches at the high school.
She has never heard of the golden rule.
Her students make fun of her behind her back.
Her lunch they have blown up in a paper sack.
We were supposed to go on a field trip today,
But the only one who signed up was that suck up, Mae.
Written July 16, 2018
Entered Line Gauthier’s Poetry Contest
Contest: Reads Like Music
Battle of the Sexes
A Collaboration Between: Pandita Sanchez and Eric L. Boddie
As beautiful and smart as you are,
you always seem to take it too far.
I know some of it is just;
but there is still so much that never needed to be discussed.
It could be that you too often misunderstand me,
overcomplicating and seeing life differently.
They say men are from Mars and women from Venus,
so things will never be simplified between us.
Tell me, what am I to think -
I mean, your mood changes within a blink;
so much emotion can sometimes get in the way,
you like pushing buttons - what's that shade of gray?
One minute you say that I’m too emotional;
then when I prove to be your equal, you call me irrational.
Is it just that I’m way too much woman for you?
And, perhaps, you really don’t have a clue?
There you go again thinking you are all that;
that's the reason we are always off track.
I love everything about you, but I tire of the stress;
and I can't calm you down unless I get you undressed.
See that's exactly what I'm talking about -
resorting to caveman tactics makes you believe you have clout;
but you're no longer a boy, so you should know better, Boo,
you're wearing me out with your commitment issue.
You see, I just can't ever win.
So don't stand there trying to pretend
like you are faultless in all of this;
but the blame always hits me - it has never missed.
While I admit that I’m not totally blameless,
I’ve been the one who‘s always willing to do more while you do less.
In fact, like Rodin’s ‘Thinker’ you just brood over our problems;
but I’m the mover and shaker who actually tries to solve them.
You know what? I am done with all this…
I mean, you know I am addicted to your sweet kiss
which, consequently, makes arguments hard to resist,
all because there is not a feature about you I want to miss.
So please just let me say -
the indifferences need to end, and let's start anew today.
Well we don’t need to be arguing all the time sinking into quicksand,
if like two adults, we address concerns before they get out of hand.
But in spite of what our differences may be,
I know we love each other to the nth degree;
and in the end, we know we’re worth it, and we’ll see,
man and woman, we can work it out together, Baby, you and me.
Brave New World
A 'world' it is and it spins around in mad circuits of loopy loops.
Has reached an infinite array of denominations in which foolish
insane clowns have taken over the asylum once more as bedlam
pretends liberation as the counterfeit currency of nauseating progress.
'New' I have my doubts though when fiddling with reconstruction
conjures novel aspirations from Holocaust to Hiroshima from pure
race unadulterated megalomania to narcissistic greed ‘all can be
done’ but the genie emerges from Huxley’s toxic bottle unrestrained.
'Brave' should pertain to courage when golden means and common
sense of virtue defaced by ugly grimaces facades mascara of tainted
moderation succumbs to mediocrity construed by disingenuous evil.
An aberration of jesters plotting naked feasts of blinded engineering.
Temptation is an ancient theme and just because we are capable to
plot our own demise does not preclude some hesitation or valid
inhibition as courage must incorporate the rationale. Not to follow in
wolf’s clothing a script of Faustian cloning just because we can.
Manipulation of chromosomes through twisted recombining helices
as a stairway to hell gave us Dolly the sheep. Another incarnation
braying ‘Give me body parts’ to harvest stem cells modified amino
acids like little devils on steroids and protein shakes of unpredictability.
The most cunning argument for creating whole new persons brought
to the fore the notion that if we the ‘good ones’ do not follow science
to create what evolution failed to build from nature’s garden and God’s
promise then the malign others surely will and consequently all is lost.
The mind boggles in the light of self-righteousness and the delusion
that refusal and resistance are signs of cowardice and the misconception
that two or numerous wrongs result in right and law when duty could
prevail as guardian for another world of sanity and accepting our limits.
The thought police and miscreant paradigms of Dolly’s dogma will surely
try to silence my opinion that courage has another merit than the scientific
infestation that my mind and brain needs to be cloned in order to restrain
my voice of caution but when I shout ‘enough’ at least my dignity remains.
Cradling my dreams
Tossing and turning
The words so eloquently hanging in space
Are consequently just as they were described
Words
Filled with fluff and not enough substance
I want to give you the world
Mine
And everything that fills those cracks in between
Actions
Wanting only to feel closer
In the end
Free falling into a pit of your disappointment
Gasping
My mistakes choke me as the black water envelops my ears
As I am only pulled further, deeper
Shrouded in my own self hatred
My eyes have become a lighthouse for disaster
Leading you closer to me
Nearer to your own destruction
Set your sails to escape the darkness that I am
Raise your sights upon something higher
Follow the horizon line that takes you far from me
I try to fix it but in the end I chase you further away
Actions speak louder than words
How can it be that I show you the monumental effect your life has on me?
Feeling
As if a thousand snowflakes soared through the sky kissing my skin as they
dwindle
Hanging by a thread in time
The fire of this moment
where your eyes meet my gaze
warms my cheeks and brings redness to these comatose lips
You breathe life into this lifeless world
The stars hang their heads
On nights where I have lost my way
Your face is dearly missed, I feel alone
Collecting the dust on nights that are the brightest
Hope is what will help me return to you one day
Feeling the separation of our two hearts
Hating every miserable moment of it
Cold, the feeling which in turn is
The rhythmic dance from within, but
Is stuck
Broken?
No
It is the distance, my rival
The emperor and final ruling of all my destruction
Fight? I must first escape to surive it
Diving from the highest point
My last thoughts are on you my love
In that jumping forever, could never compare to the moment we fell in love
Is it worth it?
Without it, nothing is worth anything
Proclaiming my love at the top of my lungs
Ringing from the corners of the world
In the end what we are doing is
Resisting the lies others have spoken
Holding onto the truth
There is no one that will ever be as wonderful to me other then you
Form:
if the universe were ruled by unpredictable events, there would be no sustainable structure
to it.
you go through live living day after day the same way. wake up, turn off your alarm, get out
of bed, take a shower, and dress.
numerous changes can (and will) inflict chaos upon this routine. as you dress, a button pops
and you have to sew it back on. or go back a step and you're taking a hotter shower than
you normally do. another step back and your back hurts so you plant both feet on the floor,
clasp your hands together and raise them over your head to stretch for a good minute and a
half. its a good thing you went to bed earlier than normal last night so you wouldn't press the
snooze button on your alarm like you did yesterday morning. otherwise you wouldn't have
had that extra minute and a half to stretch because your neck and back hurt from those
pillows you bought after work the previous day and those five extra minutes to sew the
button back on your shirt. and who's to say you won't spill your morning coffee, made with
the new coffee maker wit the automatic timer you bought with those pillows.
and to further demolish the idea that life has any sustainable structure, have you ever
counted the number of breaths you take in a day, and then drew a chart and then for the
rest of that week, count all your breaths in each of the other six days and write those
numbers down on the chart you drew on the first day? no. but if you did, you would know for
a fact that at the end of the day, you wold be left with a completely different number of
breaths because wit each new day comes new situations and events that inflict new feelings
and emotions, such as the fear and anxiety you felt after hitting another car on your way to
work on the third day of this "breath experiment" you've never done which caused your
heart to race and your blood pressure to rise which consequently increased the number of
breaths you took that day and consequently made you over an hour late for work but that's
another story.
not only is the world ruled by randomness and unpredictable events but that is the only
structure that is guaranteed to be sustained in the universe.
Form:
I have never seen such a supervillain in my life. It's the novel disease, COVID-19, it's alive Begins in China and spread worldwide subsequently
History of dry cough and sore throat, consequently.
It's triggered the largest economic crisis globally Lead to a drastic inequality across the countries emotionally The death toll around the world raises, increasingly
Cats and dogs have been infected by it unceasingly.
Why this pandemic has become so serious drastically?
We aren't keeping distance from others physically. Forget to clean our hands and foots daily. And never forget to wear a fitted mask on mouth properly
How do our ancestors manage these diseases successfully They spray cow dung water before the house cleverly Drink neem, turmeric, lime and ginger juices frequently And wash their foots while entering into the house neatly
Pandemic breaks our hearts but opens our eyes, surely. We remember to practice our traditional methods fully. Life is trying to teach us something, regularly Learning new things save us from the cruelty particularly.
How could it be!? I was sinking deep in sin, choosing a life that was never made for me.
I grew up in a Christian family, in a household filled with morals, values and we lived happily.
Many of you know bits and pieces of my story. I want you to know that my soul slipping behaviours brought me no glory.
It all started when I was neglected and abandoned by the one I loved the most.
I couldn’t understand why and I still don’t know, but it is no fun when your best friend becomes a ghost.
Consequently, I grew cold, bitter, devastated, and torn with each passing day. I was hurt to the core and I could feel my soul slowly slip away.
When I tried to make sense of what was happening then, I thought to myself, “I’ll quit being the good guy. Let me get even!”
After a while I was determined to ‘live it up “not knowing that I was only hurting myself. My life started to spiral out of control and it seemed like there was no defense.
Why did I search for love in all of the wrong places? Why did I break the hearts of innocent faces!?
I thought all men were evil because I thought I didn’t deserve what had happened to me. I cried many nights, threw many pity parties.
I am happy I survived in this period of time because I would have died and not see my Saviour divine.
But I thank God for praying parents who gave me a good Godly heritage. My slippery soul reflected on each and every positive message that I have heard throughout the years. I could no longer act as though I didn’t care.
A caring network of friends offered valuable support. I was not alone. I pledged to share my story as a praise report!
I became determined, this time, to stay grounded in my faith. I bumped up my prayer life and saturated my life with the Word of God; I had to rid myself of hate.
I recommitted my life to Jesus Christ who cleansed and made me whole.
Sometimes God allows the heart to break in order to heal the soul.
I never doubted that He would help me to let go of all the hurt and pain. More importantly, I learned to forgive myself and the offender because there was more to gain.
I am who I am because of what I’ve been through. He delivered this soul slipper and He can do the same for you!
In the beginning, Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit.
This could have been a fruit like a date or a red apple.
It certainly was not for us to sample.
Consequently, God made animal skin robes to cover
their bodies down to their naked ankles.
The first sacrifice of a lamb was done by righteous
Abel. God accepted his offering, that he
did gladly put on the offering table.
Noah built the Ark; by grace his family
with the animals assembled. Then came
the rain floods that descended from heaven.
The Israelites blew their mouths like a
trumpet at Jericho, then the walls crumbled.
The wooden Ark of the covenant covered by gold
is a physical symbol, toward God’s spiritual
agreements.
David took a smooth stone, a big pebble
and conquered Goliath the Giant.
Man may stumble and man may tumble.
Pray always to be able, stable and humble.
Jesus took up His cup, which the Father gave
Him and never did fumbled it but did drink from it.
There are musical instruments that give
harmonious sounds for worship; some
are the piano, drums, timbral and cymbal.
People keep your body a holy temple.
Yes, the Lord Jesus Christ is our perfect
example.
To do righteousness is holiness unto God.
Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God of host.
We are in the last days. Things are going
to happen that will cause the whole earth
to rumble and tremble. God will save His
own elect from the end time crucible.
After all these things, God shall appear to
reign forever and ever in His majesty,
beauty, goodness, holiness, righteousness,
and greatness forever and ever.
Hallelujah, Amen!
Defiant I am, Defiant I'll Always be..
As I stand by Humanity in the Face of Adversity
To merely consider our lives as in a listless tide, and only following the herd,
Or the life of a caged and consequently soulless bird,
You might then think in fact that there might be,
a never ending finale to that kind of story,
But ages gone and eons passed by, have already now re-learned,
That the Soul defies the breath and so therefore breathes again, to then in fact have - the final word,
Mankind needs nurture for both young and the old,
It is so very naive not to observe the blatent honest truth,
That along with everything else, not already being sold;
Providence is already there within the genes of those,
As a dormant but self evident proof,
And yet of course within our soul,
Why do you not listen to the wise, or to the brazen and the bold?
Naked is the man who yet thinks he's wearing clothes,
Though somehow yet without them, will never ever be told..
Rebellion against a most severe but covert oppression,
Would have to be a very fine thing, yet in dismal abject naivety,
For in ignorance be it - so,
and even for those - its Bliss,
Tho for now a sick adhesion to dumb foreboding attrition..
With nothing to gain in servitude to anything such as this,
..But by loving and praising our own dismal captivity,
Anyone in truth should have learned their lesson,
But not too many escape that dumb insanity,
Tricked by a Lie mixed with truth
and Deception,
And so it is in the end, just sheer wanton stupidity,
Observation and ability is then the key..
to Awakening and Awareness,
Of just who our enemies are
and thereafter for this consensus,
To bring forth all those lacking
in bravery..
Rekindle your fighting spirit,
our headstrong native consciousness,
To then emerge from an obvious downtrodden slavery,
Defiant I am, Defiant I'll Always be..
As I stand by Humanity in the Face of Adversity.
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
August 28 2022
During lockdown by Globalist Banking regime
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Awaken Poetry. Awareness Poetry. Geopolitical. Philosophical. Music. Shared
To My Dear...
I hope everything is fine at your end
Time is running and my heart is grieving
As I count the remaining days...
Just couple of months left.
I lost you somewhere, I don't know where
Though it was a short span
But you gave me dose little memories
Those I will cherish
As I live rest of my life.
I'm writing this letter
Leaving you a note
You will be remembered withal
Love and praise...and a wish remains...
Wherever you are, be happy forever.
You came to my life as a red rose
Blossomed one winter morning
And I adored the redolence
When the wind passed by
I could still see you playing with the racket
Holding it nonchalantly with a smile
I could still hear you singing with the wordses
Writhing your hands with the rhythm so mild.
With the days succeeding
We started to meet in between our busy time
One day, two days followed by a week
Slowly I started to walk along with your life.
I still remember the evening I waited for you
Hoping to greet my graceful time
And there you came with a beautiful smile
Even the noisy streets weakened
As you came closer to mine.
As days followed
Little talks followed with long gossips
Withal your bellylaughs and my pranks
I still remember that X-mas day
When you rushed along the streets
Your first visit at my place.
A horror flick afternoon, followed by a fun loaded evening
I smiled as you smiled
And I framed those memories...
As I took a sip
from my whiskey glass.
Though we greeted the new year
But January conveyed you with tears
The friend who left you behind
You held him tight
With your memories so clear.
Slowly you got hold of yourself
Yet you implied yourself with your hidden tears
Though you smiled, you jubilated
Yet, somewhere you were seeking
Those days you lived
Once again to revive.
Consequently you intimated with the reality of life
And we briefed our life together
Never to be apart
Nothing I was worried then
We shared every bit of our daily life.
I became your eyes
And I took an oath...
Will never let you cry.
You became my strength
And you took an oath...
You will walk with me...my entire life.
Note: Continued to "A Letter Of The Lost Alphabets - II"