Figuratively speaking
not to be overly
expressive
each unstressed whisper
me and you together
wasting no time
I'm on your dime
love it when were're to gether
so you like evening dates
not to early not to late
abouta quarter to four
I'll be there for sure ooh, we ooh wee!
ah -ah ooh wee ooh
I look forward to the time
were you and I can be kind
ah sweet remind
an evening with you!
Lambic Foot
I can yes!
si I can yes!
I can sSi
I can Si!
Sing Si for me!
By Groovey Gammez
and the Twig retreat City Band
"Ah Coocky Dude"
Sang by
Griffer Griff
of Moss Sanga and Sanga
music company
" He Gotta Lotta Balls Using Meaty Music Dough!"
he throws snowballs at buses
but now is able to memorably convey experiences
using iambic dimeter
creating an impersonality
vidya games and spondee
he threw my bicycle in the river
now juxtaposing contrasting stuff side by side
heroic couplets
passive aggressive ballads
caesura; and brexit geezer
he said my inflections and monosyllables
were slick and sick; cowboy poetry
his first poem is called "no one understands me -
how to wear the crown of thorns"
it has a jolly tone that will uplight the reader's spirits
gardyloo hoecake
All is here with its tease,
The coming of beautiful trees
With light of bright rainbow colors,
Standing tall in the hearts of others.
Oh! those lovely nozy seasonal flies,
Which buzz like a melody of hashless Cries
Bringing joy in the hearts of kids
Making them think about gifts
Is what this great day really gives
The breeze of this event brings jubilant spirited heart
In the stone heart
Of anyone, percifing their anguish heart
Hmm I can't forget about those times that I used to danced As a kid in my home town
As a means to cheer the trouble hearts like a clown
With huge imaginations, kids shared amazing stories
Sitting in cool chairs
About the wonderful Christmas
Skipping, dancing and singing under a cool weather
Is me holding a Christmas ledger
Oh! yes like Crantoranto lecturing Spondee about his African Ring,
Pazanh suit and native slippers
What a very joyful day for kids?
Even we adult still missed celebrating Christmas as a kid
Oh! Christmas, what a blessed day for kids?
A trochee,
Dum-da,
is used by a poet
tho' very few know it;
a tro-chee is
self-referential.
An iamb,
da-Dum,
to confuse or amuse
or generally abuse;
pronounced i-amb,
is instead a trochee.
A spondee,
Dum-Dum,
is like a black hole;
somewhat hokey,
pronounced spon-dee,
is always a trochee.
A dactyl,
Dum-da-da,
like the anapest
from Budapest,
pronounced dac-tyl,
is also trochee.
And an anapest,
da-da-Dum,
as I understand,
in another fun factyl,
pronounced an-a-pest,
is a dactyl!
I have no idea what you just said.
I read it all, then I read what I read;
I played it several times in my head.
I thought I followed, but I lost the thread.
Not always the sharpest tool in the shed,
sometimes I feel like my brain’s a bit dead,
a brain-borne illness that’s starting to spread.
A minute ago… but now there’s no shred.
It seemed like a place to cautiously tread.
Maybe an accident? Seems like you bled?
That person you wrote about: are you still wed?
No, that was a poem written by Fred.
Consuming Soup’s part of my daily bread;
creative juices flow when you are fed,
but after reading, I’m empty instead.
Saying the wrong thing just fills me with dread.
Thoughtful, deep comments might give me street cred,
or some pithy maxim, but wisdom just fled.
See, I ain't got nothing; ignorance pled.
I have no idea what you just said.
Signed, a spondee respondent, “Awesome!” ahead.
What do you do when a poem’s not funny?
What do you do when it hits a raw nerve?
What do you do when it’s not warm and sunny?
What do you do when life’s thrown it a curve?
What, when the feelings are less than enraptured?
What, when the poet wails life’s been unfair?
What, when it bleeds from a heart that is fractured?
What, when the voice is in depths of despair?
Hidden behind, there are pained people hurting;
Hidden behind, things are not all quite right.
Hidden behind, deeper issues they’re skirting;
Hidden behind, they cathartically write.
What’s the appropriate word to encourage?
Give the despondent the “nice job” spondee?
When we were young and we had a miscarriage,
Everyone left us adrift in pain's sea.
Community is just a collection of people
Connected enough to express words of care.
Intention here: never to urge, press, or wheedle.
Just to reach out, signal I know you’re there.
Each line is composed of two Anapaest metres and a final Spondee metre.
Come to me and put thine sweet eyes
on this note that thus came, e’en tries
to put slander within my mind
of the old and bad trite stale kind.
What false lines do impinge thy name
for such claims do, love, make thee blame
in the splitting of so great pair,
the well known Lord and Lady Blare.
Such words I will not yea believe
since without gens how they deceive.
The hot fire of this flame’s flambeau
will burn scurrilous page I know.
Then with glaive on this pole I’ll take
their head clean off for they name’s sake.
rhythmic structure of a verse
study of metre prosody
patterns of syllables of types
stressed syllables at regular interval
qualitative
long short short dactyl
long long spondee in dead classics
alexandrine twelve syllables in french
five characters in chinese all rules then
people had lot of time to spare
sequence of feet is a metre too
stressed and unstressed like people
five iambic feet are iambic pentameter
paradise lost and sonnets
trochee is stressed unstressed reverse of iamb then
spondee anapest dactyl amphibrach pyrrhic
metric cousins
iamb in two anapest in three common modern english
unrhymed iambic penta is blank verse
bill and milton liked it rhymed pair of lines in
iambic is heroic couplet now for humor
Simon´s Sonnet. .
Simon is full of glissandi and spondee today
and writes poetry for the literati; that is ok,
it is good to know wonderful words.
I sit on the terrace facing east, a sparrow
has a nest nearby, it sits on the phone line
shrieks without the slightest hint of glissandi,
want me to go away sees me a threat to its eggs.
It never learns saw it last year when it was
protesting my presence. But in the end it realized
I was not a risk and took to sing with much
spondees, impressing it mate.
But Simon is right if we go on ending the habitat
for song birds, we leave crickets to annoy musical
ears, when heralding spring.
METRICAL FEET
You like a group of syllables, maybe in trochee feet,
But I find that spondee or dactyl is a good measure of stress:
So when the question’s “What’s afoot?”, it’s not always “Twelve inches”.
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NOTE
*The expression “ What’s afoot? ” is old-fashioned English
for “ What’s happenin’? ” or “ What’s up? ”
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Written by Sydney Peck for
Nette Onclaud’s Contest ON YOUR FEET
Its feet are tiny dimeter,
Body, spirit, soul, trimeter,
Would you look at those ears and eyes
Whose tetrameter rhyme defies
Its foot with pentameter toes,
Smelled by monometer nose!
Don’t fret when its iamb voice speaks
Cheerful quatrains for days and weeks.
Stand still while it jabbers spondee,
In stanzas of metered trochee.
Well, my friend, please do not pretend,
Or you’ll cause more stress at the end.
Each verse it speaks is oh, so sweet
For it’s growing Longfellow feet!
Sit back, relax, put on a smile,
You’ve been zapped by a poet’s grandchild!
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