Grid looping form, an enigma
Polarities divide
Head and heart pure, free of stigma
Thunderous joy inside
Analyse not; enjoy
Free of ego borne ploy
Time not now, to be coy
Benign bliss storm
Grid looping form
27-September-2021
Quietus
Looping,
Your voice looping in my head;
Singing,
you have me softly humming;
Looping,
Your voice looping in my head;
Smiling,
Waking up in the morning;
Looping,
Your voice looping in my head;
Hoping,
I hope I make you smile too;
Looping,
your voice looping in my head;
Giving;
A smile, one for so very many
that you have given to me ;
Looping,
your voice looping in my head;
Smiling,
You always leave me smiling.
…. as the penultimate line here fears to say,
I’ll try to remember, but for now ‘good-day’.
I have a problem that makes me quite ill,
it’s plagued me for years, continuing still.
As much as I try, you just won’t see,
I don’t dare cry, with loneliness my fee.
My memory collapses after only ten lines,
a bugger for friends, and unpaid parking fines.
I’ve tried not to speak, not to use up my quota,
but it makes me feel weak, less human, more motor.
As the penultimate line here fears to say,
I’ll try to remember, but for now ‘good-day’.
I have a problem that makes me quite ill,
it’s plagued me for years, continuing still….
Looping's a term
That is currently used
When a teacher and class
Are agreeably fused.
So the following year,
When the children move up,
The teacher remains with them.
Is this good? Yup...
If the teacher is great,
It's a pleasure for all.
She knows all their habits,
Deciphers their scrawl.
The students feel comfortable,
Nothing to fear.
The term can begin
With the classroom in gear.
Yet, the flip side exists
If a teacher is weak.
For those in her classroom
The outlook is bleak.
The verdict's not out yet,
But I'll have you know,
This "brand-new" idea
Did exist long ago.
I had Mrs. Heyman
For grades 1 and 2
Way back in the 50's.
Inventive? Who knew?
So many ideas,
"Innovative," they claim,
Are just blasts from the past
With a newfangled name.
Fear not… tomorrow
Comes and becomes… today
We can be together… always
We can look into each other’s… eyes
Say everything we… feel
The night’s passion burn…forever
We will love… rhythmically
We will rock… the world
Will move… for us.
I call this style looping, because the end of the one line is actually the start of the second and
so on. Please enjoy my creative style.
Fear not… tomorrow
Comes and becomes… today
We can be together… always
We can look into each other’s… eyes
Say everything we… feel
The night’s passion burn…forever
We will love… rhythmically
We will rock… the world
Will move… for us.
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