Long Trochaic Poems

Inspired by the painting "Highland Lassie" (1871) by Thomas Faed.

(Verse One; In introduction to Cailin)
Walkin' on the highways, searchin' down the byways,
Tromps a lonely figure on the Highland roads;
Peerin' from the Highdown, breezin' through the...

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"Skinwalker"


That one’s mind 
is like a scene from Chagall
dreams flow like blood bleeds
across the cortex page curtain call
an audience with the silent speakeasy 
cerebellum with its swift
matter-of-factness 
logically guides the fingers 
to dance across keys...

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RHYTHMIC METER: POEM SWEETER

    Poetry is disciplined in a stream having units like ‘meter’ or ‘foot’ on 
    lines similar to measurements in length, though basically, poem 
 ...

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With the end of days upon them
Nears the time of final battle
In the halls of high Valhalla
Asgard senses its death rattle

In the forest crows the rooster 
In the sky the sun does darken
In the cave...

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I want to tell you a story that will not end with the glory,
Of a good friendship gone gory, come on drink the drink from my flask. 
You have backstabbed me through my worst, so...

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I say to you lets take a walk...to laugh...to chill...and simply talk.
Let’s start heading across the rocks...and go beneath the streets of Rome.
Let us take a break from our feet...down a path right beneath quaint...

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Between grains of ancient fine sand
desert roses hidden from sight—
Colourful, exquisitely fanned.
They formed in darkness; pressure shaped.
Each perfect corolla agape
in floral whorl of sharp crescents;
fluorescent and phosphorescent.   
 
Against injustices they railed—
within shed...

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As young children, we were happy
but as adults, most of us not.
why so? Cause ideas what's thought
as right, differs -none takes gladly.

Adult unhappiness derives
from rigidity as stuck in
own ways though always wish to win
often leads...

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'Course as a grim teller of tall tales,
(albeit poetic) reasonable rhyming
quasi roundelay I readily admitted to feign
cuz, stringing words together with
pride and prejudice plus
sense and sensibility, jocularity,
and conformity I dissed deign
(spoiler alert) iamb, trochaic,

dactylic, and...

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I am Africa, I am man
Hear my drums, know my heart beat
My sorrow is not metered in iambic lines
Life does not speak that way
So artificial this enumeration of joy
So false this constant rise and fall...

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(a story in trochaic tetrameter)

Even a Prince must bend his knee
to the lass who has won his heart.
“Please be my bride, stay by my side
forever - tell me we shall wed.”

“My love and affections are...

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Bhanu Singher Padaboli
Eight (gahan kusum kunja majhe)

O'er the Eden grief, solitary floral, she. myriad, myrtle
a soft croon of oblivion, the harp of the wind, weaverbird humming thistle
Overcoming the fear, verses as they weave beyond subtle...

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Tell me truth today, I won't flinch.

I've noticed your smile with a wink;
Yes, your gesture made me to think;
Should I not take it as infringe?

I don't know, if I'm little slow.
Is it an emotional binge?
Can't...

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Eight (gahan kusum kunja majhe)

O'er the Eden grief, solitary floral, she. myriad, myrtle
a soft croon of oblivion, the harp of the wind, weaverbird humming thistle
Overcoming the fear, verses as they weave beyond subtle murmur
Soulmate, a...

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Alter
                                  ...

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Poetry, a patsy mourner here, would you be the churn?
Tamanna Ferdous

Poetry, a patsy mourner here, would you be the churn?
Tamanna Ferdous

I cared for the beauty spot , her left trickle salt takes oath there in...

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Mister Everett Wheeler Cartwright came from Burlington Vermont
All the way to Massachusetts---quite a healthy jaunt

Didn't really understand the cause the Union fought so hard for
Freedom from King George of England---far beyond his ken, and

Dying from...

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Wise Sage guides, learn to live in the present
moment is best way of living; should we
then pretend past has nothing more to say;
does mind not steer, impact life in some way?

Have we not felt comfortable...

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Rhyme:         AABB
Rhythm:        Trochaic tetrameter. i.e.,               ...

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Night has come, the fog is slowly wreathing
Crying soft, a form is moving forward
Now she walks through mist, 'tween shadows seething

Past the ancient walls she pushes onward
Mid the shrouded stones she pours her sorrow
Crying soft,...

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Love and nature
92

Period of composition (Bangla): Nineteenth Vadra, 1346 
Period of composition (After Christ) September 5, 1939
Place of composition: Shantiniketan


Again and again, looking back to thee, once more,
Days and nights these foamy churns awakened, in...

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Cunning were her noxious machinations,
Choosing those who never stood a chance.
Masterful projecting of temptations,
Brilliant timing, her alluring glance.

Naive innocence alerted weakness.
Perfect prey, a rug beneath her feet.
Wary of her charm, he played to meekness.
Vamps are...

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Who is that big fat Santa man?
I’m not quite sure if I’m a fan,
He steals the cookies I leave out.
He judges me to cry and pout.
He watches me both night and day,
Just like that mean...

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Number 5 Tagore web -ontor momo

5. Bless thy mind blossoming to the degree of all these, brimming ashore
    the fullest hymn, in the innermost shrine, pearls of wisdom and adore
  ...

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Krishna has an ink effect in our greater supplication, these days!

How come?
From when?
For quite a few days! Since I returned from Bangladesh.
It seems quite a hazard! 

Are you in truce with your landlady?
That is another...

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