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Massey's outstanding sonnet poetry piece (second of the series) penned in the cross genre 'literary poetics ' follows in the footsteps of ground - breakingauthor Martin Gray,but extending it structurally ,beyond iambic trimeter ,thus bringing into play both rhyme&sonnet syllabics.
A 160 page poem with15 chapters ,each with a historic background intro) The poem has the dual bonus of being for loversof the combination of both poetry&history .
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pippa'z pretty whenst peeled
pippa'z pretty whilst peeled
pippa'z pretty wuz peeled
*I put this write's form az "iambic pentameter" because PS does not
list "iambic trimeter" for poetic form...
(oh, just contemplate the five foot form... i meant "feet" y'all ;)
*and no, Pippa iz not the toad...
...that's; "pipa" '(
*Astute fellowz here have, "Artistic license"
*note tuh edvard...there'z a river(spring) in
england called the "piddle river"; the celts
ruled britain for 500 years and made home
along it's wet ;)
Today I feel iambic! I would say
of all the meters, I like it the best.
An iamb starts with some soft sound to say
then ev'ry second syllable is stressed.
Trochees likewise, alternate their stresses;
even-numbered syllables are muted.
Nowhere near as popular (my guess is) -
Trochee fans, though, fervently dispute it.
Feet are the units of meter - such fun!
Dactyls have syllables STRESSED/, un-/, and un-.
"T'was the Night Before Christmas" is in Anapest:
that's a foot with three syllables: un-/, un-/, and
STRESSED.
The meter is the pattern of the beats within a line
"Iambic" and "Heptameter" describe this line just fine.
Anapestic Tetrameter: four anapests;
and the best part of THIS lecture series? No tests!
Trimeter has three feet
Tetrameter has just four feet
Pentameter adds one foot, making five
Hexameter adds one: six feet in this beehive
Heptameter has seven feet, but now it's getting late;
and so I'll close with this (you may have guessed):
Octameter has eight!
written 1 July 2023
Oh citrus, my mistress
Exquisite, delicious
Appealing, revealing
No zestier feeling
Acidic confections
Ascerbic dilections
So tangy, so tasty
The tart in a pastry
A scurvy elixir
A fine tonic mixer
Nutritious, sumptuous
Mouth-watering, scrumptious
Exquisite, delicious
Oh citrus, my mistress
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I don't think it is a McWhirtle, probably iambic trimeter? Dunno.
H/T to Robert Gorelick for "My Darling Lime"
Black beyond frozen shores,
Stellar winds blowing spawn.
Pocked lunar lithic pores,
Barren buds blooming dawn.
Shiny crust over mossed,
A young garden’s dew.
Moldy peach luster lost,
Glow spiders hazy blue.
Spores pulsate swelling nodes,
Shrieking howls grunting sounds.
Shrooms lactate yelling toads,
Shadow wolves' hunting grounds.
Silken silvered moon beams,
Silent short sanguine screams.
*iambic trimeter tetralexic sonnet
I attend to my garden each day-
though a tedious task, it is true.
With the seeds of ambition, I pray
it will flourish for me and for you.
August 30,2020
Contest: Rithimus Divisa 5
Sponsor: Gregory R Bardin
Four Lines From 7-Stanza Poem-
"My Eternal Garden"
Form: Anapestic Trimeter
Posted October 6, 2014
Stuck In A Snowglobe With You
I'm stuck in a snowglobe with you,
and snowflakes embracing us too.
Our own Christmas day with a view
so private 'neath our sky of blue.
And when the snow stops, right on cue,
we'll have good fun stirring flakes to
quick whirl them around and redo
them falling and swirling anew.
Outside is just ours to review
from cozy protected see-through
smooth bubble of glass. Let's pursue
enjoying our day and construe
we're happy in our glass venue!
What more could we ask for, it's true,
here, quiet, relaxed, whoop-de-doo!
I'm stuck in a snowglobe with you.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Christmas Cheer
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Judged: 12/26/2018
Monorhyme with Anapestic Trimeter Rhythm -/--/--/
Note; This is an Italian Sonnet rhyme scheme but written in hymn meter which is an iambic tetrameter and trimeter mix and echoes a style that Emily Dickinson often used. Although she admired Shakespeare, she didn't write traditional sonnets (which is okay, we like variety and originality).
So ... in honor of Emily and - age and wishes; I wrote 4 years ago I think.
Oh pity my decrepit frame,
with every step I cry;
to see myself through clouded eyes
and barely know my name.
Oh God! To be that youth again
when skyward I could fly,
bereft lament that now abides
with not a soul to blame.
So ... should I ride that plaintive wind,
or wait the gentle breeze -
to climb with wings on upward drafts
...or stay where I have been?
I think I shall await the breeze
and ride it 'til my last.
ANDREA DIETRICH
–
A
Hex Sonnetta
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a poet by the name
of Andrea Dietrich
her poems fantastic
hex sonnetta her fame
poetry in the frame
o that famed, 'finger lick'!
her format for this form
iambic trimeter
six syllables occur
per line in this new form
considered not the norm
Andrea did concur
why can it not be found
on P.S.? it is sound!
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Hex Sonnetta
The Hex Sonnetta, created by Andrea Dietrich, consists of two six-line stanzas and a finishing rhyming couplet with the following set of rules:
Meter: Iambic Trimeter. Rhyme Scheme: abbaab cddccd ee. Iambic Trimeter means the usual iambic (alternating unstressed/stressed) meter for every line of the poem, but instead of the ten syllables that comprise a typical sonnet’s iambic pentameter, this particular form uses six syllables of iambic trimeter per line, hence the name Hex Sonnetta.
Trimeter
Winter of skates, snow, ice.
Cold chill in the air, coats,
muffins, scarfs , sleds, skies, nice.
Silver bells, music notes.
Slalom’s dangerous way
Hot chocolate, sweaters,
Boots for drifts, wind blown day.
Home by fire, writing letters.
Mistletoe, Santa Claus,
presents, ribbons, bows, strings,
wrappings children then toss.
Toy cars, dolls, Christmas brings.
All is time of great joy ,
Time made for both girl, boy.
My lovely short-lived flower
Your sweet red tender petals
Raised proud towards bright sunlight
So frail, endlessly frail
I am with you in your garden
Kneeling down between you
Curling up while listening
To your soft red whispering
The blue sky high above us
Is playing with your colour
The yellow sun completes it
Primary shades of lost lives
This is the perfect setting
Of sun and your short life’s end
Give me the peace to stay here
Like you I will be reborn
***
June 15, 2017
Iambic trimeter
Copyright © Darren White
The verse runs down the stream
Dolefully, paintings your
Soulfully, I’m intrigued
Severely, like my cat!
The music resonates
Painfully, story your
Disdainfully, we talk
Sinfully, like the moon!
Your love drips wet like rain
Silently, our love-making
Violently, we now stare
Intently, at each other.
Intensely, let us kiss now,
Fiercely, like the sun!
-Pin Dew (02/05/2017)
Note: Experimental Sonnet- The rhymes and para-rhymes are inside the poem, and the meter is Iambic Trimeter.
Forbearance
Rusted doors open slow,
For water to form ice,
Sunset to again rise,
To revive the lost glow,
Clear the restricted flow,
To strengthen the weak ties,
Need patience and courage,
For broken hearts to mend
happy they might pretend,
To speak mind; encourage,
and hamper the scourage,
Pain we must comprehend,
As thunders turn us wise,
aghast leaves in surprise !
Hexsonnetta in Iambic trimeter
Written August 28th, 2015
For contest by Andrea
Awarded HM
Entered for "Contest 216- any form any topic" poetry contest by Brian Strand
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A glass wing butterfly,
so very gossamer;
A rainforest treasure,
she looks up to the sky;
And away she will fly,
in deep dark rapture.
Small frogs of the forest,
the bright, colorful hue;
Sweet, they play in the dew,
on green they like to rest;
Oh, they are the sweetest,
and there! Hummingbird blue.
Small creatures all gripping,
under green leaves, dripping.
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August 16, 2015
Poetry/HexSonetta /Iambic Trimeter/"Under Freen Leaves, Dripping"
Copyright Protected, ID 15-700-403-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, The HexSonnetta,
sponsor, Andrea Dietrich
Fifth Place
See the sparkle in children’s bright eyes,
how they glow with a smile on their face.
When a puppet begins to dance free,
with a master who moves him with grace.
Hear the laughter kids shout loud with glee,
when a hand puppet tickles their neck.
Daddy’s game they adore every night
and they scream as he gives each a peck.
Feel the happiness filling the room
mama’s fingers they dance up and down,
with ten puppets so small singing songs
and each one has the face of a clown.
Every eve comes the dark of the night
shadow puppets are formed on the wall.
and a boy who dreams someday he’ll be
the greatest puppet master of all.
Anapest Trimeter
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
12.26.2014
Contest: Puppets
5th
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