Trochaic Pentameter
Pretty eyes that show such deep affection
make the joy bells chime this day in my heart.
Why should I now be her great selection
most think she's a wondrous piece of fine art.
My head resonates bell loudly ringing
like to tintinnabulary paean.
Eyes that make the chimes to peal with singing
say this male thinks he's a blessed peon.
Lovely eyes that goad both feet to dancing,
they don't mind the lookers' gaze and smiles then.
Toes now take this happy swain to prancing -
I am high above the hoi polloi's ken.
Color me all lucky; Joan is my gift.
Life is great for me, Bill; hey, what a lift!
Twinkle the stars in night’s display—
Sun’s shining rays light up the day…
and yet, if futures vast we may
divine, white dwarf with diamond core
(that crystallized in ages yore)
will pulsate like a cosmic gong
its tintinnabulary song
(no longer sunbeams to bestow)
in seven billion years or so…;
then Sol might twinkle for the eyes
of distant poets far more wise,
beyond our cares— whoever dares
(if dreamers dwell in heres and theres,
whate’er whene’er where’er they are)
to seek and find our once bright star
(that like us also flames and dies)—
those with the loupe to look with sighs
for long lost Lucys in the skies…
– Harley White
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