Long Penta Poems

"5" 

benevolence and favour
seemed to be absent
in the world 

grace, a name 
whispered before 
a meal shared

5 fingers 
on each hand
steeples, hiding people 

games played
in reverence
as a child

war paint 
bleeding 
signs

in the footprints
the number of...

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Always envious of gifted individuals with neat hand printing/writing

Gnome hatter heroic measures taken
moost ludicrously asinine,
nonetheless hoop fully
me legendary penta meat herd bovine design

of modest fellow (me) will endure as divine,
no matter not one bloody poetic...

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(G Penta minor for the first lines in a ballad pulse 72 quarter, )

My wolves are my strength, and I am their strength
We are a pack, and we are family
Messing with them is messing with...

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Today I’d like to talk to you about how meter plays a part in
how we write a poem and sometimes in how we speak

The above lines, which are not at all poetic, are written in...

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Of bud bossed delicate; in its aroma much will enfold!
The turbulence of youth; also the seasoned and the old.
Tetra pedes, cross pages, sober.. in black, throughout the ages
Oh! to pass to others this understanding; and...

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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...

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All my poems writ by only the greatest of pains,
Every verse born out of the memory that remains.
I sat in silence to study its golden delight;
Only for this Dreamer to awaken his Devil tonight…

Just like...

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rhythmic structure of a verse
 study of metre prosody
patterns of syllables of types
stressed syllables at regular interval
qualitative
long short short dactyl
long long spondee in dead classics
alexandrine twelve syllables in french
five characters in chinese all rules then
people...

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Santa In Disguise

Especially for Penta Tonix

What if I were wrong when I did decide
Had to find a place for myself to hide
Because buy people Had been denied
And in none of them could I confide.

Love poems...

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The panoply of midnights half moon smile,
emblazed beneath her part drawn shutters,
captured my glances and pseudo beguile
so sweet nothings were just mumbled stutters,
and to the rhythm of her soft inhale
this heart I stitched to sleeve,...

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what i once left through iambic static phase 
i wrote no more than what a shadow breaks
to fly and stab by spear your inner mate
an walk a mile a two a dire an not be...

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