Long Trochee Poems

I wanted to write
 The best slavery poem   ever written—
Perhaps win a Pulitzer or Faulkner. 

I had every intention of conforming 
To the standards 
Of modern verse and composition, 
Lyrics fluidly written, 
Perfect...

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Metre in the THIRUKKURAL: Kural 35 of Canto 4, a random example.

alukkaa ravaavekuli yinnaacchon naangku
milukkaa viyanra tharam (unrefined, given in the original state of  
         ...

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Not every woman’s dream 
 	of procreation 

can be fulfilled;

not every woman dreams
	of procreation, 

her body thrilled.

But loved and lovers’ inclinations – 
	recreation
not 	re-creation – 
cannot, will not be stilled.

until

one day

intervention
bypassed her – 

she –...

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Every poem is music, that speaks of tragedy, happiness, and fragility of life,
of death, of passion, dreams, mystery, and wonder. Oh, I could go on and on.
When we write a poem it is all about...

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A good poetry emanates from the heart of the poet, vibrates in its rhythm that resonates in the mind of the reader. The form of poetry has evolved over the years with literary experiments on...

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Iamb, Trochee, Spondee, Pyrrhic. Do those words have meaning for you? If not, you may find it handy as a poet to learn how to employ at least a few of them. They are names...

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(7/5 Trochee form)

“You were such a sweet smart girl,”
my mom says to me
when I ask her how I was 
in my infancy.

Then she always tells me how
early I first talked,
saying “Jesus loves me” first;
At six...

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They wouldn’t let me be White 
Oh I wanted to be 
Dreams of that Pulitzer haunted me 

They said, Sir, you have ten minutes to play
I gave them Milton, Poe and Millay 
I stood before...

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WRITING POETRY WITHOUT RULES*

I thought I'd write some poetry
Just for the fun that it would be.
So I went to the web to see
 what it said
about how to write poems just for me.

I ran into...

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When I was young the broom sage grew so tall
It towered over me, fuzzy tickling
Right there in front of momma harvesting
Harvesting just enough sage for a broom

Broom sage to sweep the hearth clean of debris
A...

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(a 7/5 Trochee)

Once upon a time, I got
Right inside my ear
An infection that was bad;
I could barely hear.

It was like those times you fly
In a plane so high
And your ears start popping,
But not up high...

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Delicate and beautiful
is sweet Daisy. She’s
like a flowers’ petals that
flutter in the breeze.

Like a daisy’s center part -
yellow as the sun -
she is bright and cheerful, for
she’s a lucky one.

Every evening, with a smile,
she is...

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Today his birthday;
expected to
be too glad, they'd say
lived tough time through.

But, why he looks sad?
What's the reason?
Ah! boys made him mad
as they're teasing?

The thought he can't act
as others do
makes him sad, it's fact;
they also knew.

He...

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There across the movie screen,
treats were dancing and
telling us to find them at
the concession stand.

Yes, I knew I should not go.
I‘d just eaten lunch.
At the snack bar, they beguiled,
“Have a little munch!”

M & M’s and...

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(7/5 Trochee rhyme form)

They’re coming. Listen closely.
Hear that distant thrum. . . 
that steady thrum- thrum- thrumming
of a tom-tom drum.

There! Beyond the cornfield rows.
Tell me, don’t you see
the tops of feathers moving
forward stealthily?

They’re so close...

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When I die
I give the Pulitzer Board 
Permission
To exhume my lyrics

And some overweight ME
Will put my verses on a slab
Going thru my stanzas for tone
looking for assonance and 
Consonance in my bones

As my family waits...

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(7/5 Trochee Poem)

Chicken  Little, thinking that
sky was soon to fall,
saw a mortuary and
crawled beneath a pall.

He was in a strange dark box
where a dead man lay.
Then before he knew it, they
hauled that box away!

He...

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(7/5 Trochee Form)

Ships are used for transport, while
speed boats are for fun:
zooming over water while
soaking up the sun.

Those who like to fish might like
slow boats or canoes,
but the thought of fishing just
makes ME want to...

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Today I feel iambic! I would say
of all the meters, I like it the best.
An iamb starts with some soft sound to say
then ev'ry second syllable is stressed.

Trochees likewise, alternate their stresses;
even-numbered syllables are muted....

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When I was a little girl,
Mother said to me
on my dad’s side there had been
a pure Cherokee.

I felt so proud that I had
in my ancestry
blood of those who roamed this land
throughout history.

I’d been born with...

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It happened on safari at the librarty 
as I stalked a grand sonnet 
I had planned to bag as a trophy, 
to hang on my wall. 
A nearby reviewer's keyboard 
accidentally discharged 
(I hope it...

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This is the last poem forming a trilogy of Spenserian Sonnets written in trochee pentameter relating to the sea. The first poem is titled Mike's Bar, second poem Shanghaied, third poem Bucket Of Bolts.


Servin' me...

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(this is a little form I cooked up last year and called it 7/5 trochee. I like to use it for fun little tales. Saw this dog the other day!)

Little dog nearby my house,
cone around...

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Words . . . written in brilliant lines

In passionate flamboyant rhymes

In Free verse, Haiku or Pantoum,

Etheree, Quatern, or 7/5 Trochee . . .

It matters not the particular form, 

But inherent quality, don’t you agree?

Long lines,...

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