Short Prosody Poems

Ralph Waldo Emerson
a minister unitarian
When filled with consuming doubt
prosody poured forth..without...

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I stand at it's bank,river of dreams rippling...
rippling together in prosody....
two as one,dreams in motion,incredible desire......

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London born,Lancashire bred
Into Chaucer's footsteps,others he led
Medieval prosody,his 'little song' said-
Long may such sonnets be heard
Of the fountainhead of English poetic words.

Tribute to Edmund Spenser 1552-99...

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short-long
iamb song,or
long-short trochaic,taut,
spondaic long,with syllables
slow-slow-
mono
di,tri,tetra
penta,hexa,hepta
octa,which choice numbers for my
metre?
dactyl
and anapestic
with syllables three-
this poetry's a stress to far..
for me !...

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Meter is like math in my mind
and I cannot go down that path
of confusion again.
I remember the pain
of multiplication and division,
I dismiss the prosody of stresses or not.
Syllable count is my specialty, 
as easy as 1-2-3 A-B-C.
Where is my calculator?
Where is my dictionary?...

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Pearl rain droplets dance			
                               with the prosody of steady blowing air			
                                  on the heart stage of arum leaves			
                                 though for few seconds they carry on			
                                   Oh! How beautiful the scene it is...

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Some warn that everything’s been said,
    But others disagree.
Many would claim that rhyme is dead;
    I want to wait and see. 

Some thoughts are harder to convey
    When prosody abides, 
Yet should one choose to throw away
    The beauty it provides?

Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com...

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I see his book of poetry
Master poet of bygone years
And from his grave he speaks to me
With inaudible words quite clear.
I reach for Poe and read Lenore:
“Ah, broken is the golden bowl”
You must “weep now or never more!”
I knew her not till now, poor soul!
But I’ll recite a monody
of youth, death and slanderous tongues
with intonated prosody
for this youth that died so young....

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My lines might sound like a threnody
My rhymes might be un-prosody
My vocabs may not be bloody
My verses might be termed a "parody"

But as long as the situation is critical
My messages will always be clinical
Void of any form of sounding apical
Because my inspiration is always lyrical

I express my thoughts through my words
And connect the inner circles like chords
With inspiration from the Lord of Lord's
My pen and my thoughts are of one accord

#PoeticLord#
(c)June 2019...

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