Metric Poems - Poems about Metric

Perhaps I ought to publish my position (as if there's anyone disposed to care!): I'm not convinced that open competition is profitable. Poets, self-aware, and full of self-esteem (as many are!) increasingly seem disinclined to share the fruits of midnight labour. From afar (and I do not possess a crystal ball) I think that I perceive a lowered bar: requirements (this is...

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I grew up with inches, yards, miles, and feet. I knew the difference, it was easy, and neat. But today I am far behind in the dust because Metric scale is what the new math does. Millimeters, centimeters, cha cha cha. Pencil thickness is about one centimeter. Rah Rah Rah. Ten Millimeters is one centimeter, reminds me of cents to a...

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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 poetic expressions where the muse weaves tapestry of words. The traditional forms of verse use some kind of rhythmic pattern...

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4% mnm Mountainous syllables can never really tread lightly across a rope bridge. But living in a cabbage house is fantastic fun for many leaves make many rooms and many rooms make much rubbish. Don't trip over the staircases. Nor the bins. Nor the fireplaces. Be safe in an oceanographic breeze. It is often wise to...

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An absorbent allotment. And a pile of interestingly aligned vegetables is merely a soup pot in a ground. Garden then. Wow. Swooshing a washing basket. Swapping sunglasses for a basin bomb. And sausages form an orderly queue. Wow. Wishy washy turpentine. Trousers in a cycle are dresses drying in paint. Code of coffee tables. Arriving...

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My Passion- - - - - - Poetry... of in on all I know to be metric units flowing smooth solid liquid breathing seeing uniting divided by everything multiplied infinitely progressive impressive digression aggressive damned and doomed hard to read hard to live poetry... known to grow shown the need the seeds to sow a reach a stretch an eek a reeking peek at those who seek to spread their wings or shed the things that keep them...

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