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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
Staring at my learners in my four-cornered room
I see the dynamics of life as I zoom into
The shadow that’s not displayed
Some smoke weed
Not realizing that they will bleed in the workplace
Some enjoy cough syrup with a cool drink
Not realizing that this simple addition will
Change the transaction in their lives
Later, it turns to tablets yet learners
Think that they can control their habit
Like a rabbit, some will hop from experiment to experiment
Keeping themselves intoxicated while growing in stupidity
Staring at my learners in my four-cornered room
I see some learners grow in intelligence
Some study daily
Knowing that they will enjoy their future job
Their passion shines through in the classroom
Because they do the hard work when no one is looking
Staring at my learners in my four-cornered room
I see the lazy ones trying to feed off the strong ones
Procrastination will lead to a weak spell
This is something your future will tell you
Break free because you are the future and
It all starts in this four corned room
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Blue collar school,
Blue collar play,
Blue collar children,
Blue collar praise,
Blue collar words,
Blue collar phrased,
Blue collar work,
Blue collar pay,
Blue collar union,
Blue collar say,
Blue collar terraced,
Blue collar glazed,
Blue collar town,
Blue collar ways,
Blue collar nights,
Blue collar days,
Blue collar skies,
Blue collar greys.
White collar night school,
White collar college days,
White collar degree,
White collar knowledge pays,
White collar nine-to-five,
White collar maze,
White collar union,
White collar raise,
White collar semi,
White collar double glazed,
White collar mowed lawn,
White collar baize,
White collar supper time,
White collar bordelaise,
White collar children,
White collar praise,
While collar world,
White collar haze.
Blue Collar, White Collar,
Whatever we might say,
We can’t forget those Blue collar days,
We can’t change all our Blue collar ways.
There was a dear November long ago
Tucked on the top shelf with my good stuff
Along with the other fond sentiments
Good books and pictures go hand in hand
But that first Fall in college was a keepsake
Now and then, I open that box
I see graying skies over a football field
And our losing season in the mud
And a student juggling school, practice, and work
I can say I bobbled that ball infamously bad
Which mirrored the Portland weather
I fished for nirvana, and the line snapped
But I enjoyed that maiden voyage nonetheless
The bonding with fellow students
The first parties, dances, and romances
That first Thanksgiving with my roomies family
Yet for some reason, I remember less of school work
And more of a pumpkin patch
... and a rustic leaf falling to the ground
11/07/22
November Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Regina Mcintosh
N/A
I think of sunsets I have seen
throughout my many years
from doorsteps where in quiet thought
I've laughed and wiped my tears.
The doorstep is a thinking spot
a place to share my day
with loved ones God has given me,
an altar where I pray.
For children it's a special seat
for rest when school work ends,
where snacks and many laughs are shared
with kindred-spirit friends.
For teens it is a meeting place
where games and dates are planned.
The simple structure serves us all,
according to demand.
Great praise is due life's doorsteps,
both intangible and seen,
and all the portals fore and aft
for all they truly mean.
published in the book Expressions of Faith (Christian Faith Publishing, 2017)
posted 11-7-15
May 2017, placed 5th of ten in Ironic Zinc's Your Personal Favorite Poem Contest
entered in Brian Strand's Mid-June Premier Contest on June 13, 2017
December 27, 2018, entered in Mark Toney's Poetry Marathon, Mile 5
October 13, 2020
Contest Title: Have You Published Poetry Contest Placed 2nd
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
If only I could pull the time each day
I’d rather stretch, drag or expand in anyway
Then, I can be more productive than I thought
I can even start or finish my tomorrow’s work.
If only I could pull the days each week
Home and school work done, my joy at its peak
I can render much time to all my sweethearts-
Like loved ones, friends, music, poetry and arts.
Yes, that’s if and only if I could do these two
But time and days slip too fast, there’s nothing I can do
I’ll just value each tick of the clock to the best I can
Let each moment gauge my worth and strength as a woman.
But If only I could transform into a fairy or magician
I’ll cast my wand to lay instantly my day’s accomplished plans
Like an abrupt rise of stocked hays in a farm or barn
For everyone to play, roll and enjoy as we run around.
April 20, 2023 13.31pm
This or That, Vol 17 Poetry Contest
By Edward Ibeh
The youth or adolescence of today coming
from all walks of life will be the future generation.
You are all born with talents, gifts and some knowledge.
Some show these talents, gifts in early and late childhood
and early or maybe even middle adolescence.
However, there are times when these talents and gifts
are not developed for varied reasons, like growing in a
dysfunctional family, poverty, tragedy, loss, peer pressure,
parental control, abusive environment, negative influences,
medical conditions and other circumstances or issues.
No matter what, you are the driver of your life.
Do not be a pedestrian, a mediocre, an ordinary.
Take an extra step by giving your all in everything
you do, you say, you touch to be extra ordinary.
Give your all wholeheartedly, to yourself, your family,
your school work, your work, your friends, your hobbies.
Have faith and believe in you for you have the potential
within you by taking responsibility to know and build
your character and develop your talents and gifts.
Take the extra steps to be resourceful, knowledgeable
in what you do and you will develop passion within you.
When you have a conviction to give your all,
you bring out the best in you and giving your all,
believing in you, being passionate in what you do
will make you confident; give you courage, determination,
unfaltering spirit; find your inner strength and inner drive.
Think, thank and appreciate the people who would
influence, encourage and inspire you and always
show your gratitude for what you have by being kind.
12/12/20 Your Advice To The Youth Poetry Edward Ibeh
I want to paint your nails Mrs. Kay.
No, I say. It might hurt.
She rolls her eyes and says, "Painting your nails doesn’t hurt!"
I say," I have heard it is like having your hair cut. Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"
She slaps herself in the forehead.
She is nine, and is easily lured in.
We have a little talk.
She is pro nail polish; I am con, telling her I think it will hurt.
She is trying to reason with me; I pretend I am fearful.
She is a drama queen, and totally overreacts.
We are friends at school.
She wants to be in my office all the time.
She has NO problems; high self esteem, but she loves me.
I had asked for her at this time and her teacher said she could not come.
Ten minutes later the teacher sent her down.
I am sure she was bugging the teacher to let her come.
The coach walks by, and she says, "“There is the coach. I am going to ask her if it hurts to paint your nails.”
She opens the door and yells, "Coach, does it hurt to paint your nails?”
I do not even have to nod my head.
The coach says, “Oh, yes. It hurts as if you are on fire.”
The eight-year old leaves us saying, “you are both crazy”.
We smile at each other.
Strengthy comes in many forms
something that moves one within
to reach heights before unsurpassed
this if successful would make a spin
Strength I have known in my life
given the capacity to raise the norm
having within my inner self to touch
a force that feels like a mighty storm
Needing a determination so excellent
one which perseveres to your end
refusing never giving up in life
as you search for your perfect blend
All of my life words been so difficult
a stammer that held progress back
at school, work socially feels inadequate
my spirit spoke up to go on to attack
So real inner strength been my power
never giving up when often felt like it
this power has been heaven sent
rolling me along for what's been meant
("The same boiling water that softens the potato hardens the egg. It's about what you're made of, not the circumstances." - Anon. )
When the bigger kids bullied me in elementary school
When they teased me, told me I wasn't cool
I wish I hadn't just kept quiet, enduring their ridicule
When I was a bit older
And didn't know "how to act with girls"
Wish I'd stood my ground and told them
I didn't care for them or their social swirl
When in college the pressure grew to try some marijuana
Wish I'd simply told my friends that "No," I didn't want to
And when at work my boss required me to lie to clients outright
Sure wish I'd had the guts to put up a better fight
For all those times I chickened out or just didn't have it in me
My regrets grow as deep as the depths of the sea
As episodes unresolved fester still, in internal infamy