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Blank Verse Rhyme
The master said “create blank verse in lines of ten”.
Form five Iambic feet without a rhyme.
“These five Iambic feet you must achieve”.
The verse will have a rhythm you can hear,
when studied closely this will be revealed.
For, lines of blank verse rhyming discontents
the master. “Do it over, take all night”!
The lines of blank verse sing a little song,
each syllable, each rhyme, you’ll hear them ring!
You’ll sing the tune of verses blank and pure.
And now I keep up with this blank verse trick,
I hear its tick ten syllables per line.
It rhymes so soft; I have it mastered now,
so naturally it falls right from my pen.
Oh, where will this blank verse rhyme find an end?
Yet, twenty lines of syllables came out
much faster still than I had thought they should.
I love each rhyme, the timing so precise,
I hope it pleased the eye and ear. I turned
it in, it came back very clearly signed
“Rejected”.
-Tiffany R-2009
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Once, I stood naked, sweet fool at your door.
A free spirit in chains, cold on my feet,
Aching for answers, my back on your floor!
Words,you said, only complicate things more,
Yet secrets slipped while gripping the sheets.
Once, I stood naked,sweet fool at your door.
Lips whispered I was unique to explore.
I blushed under the rhythm of your beat,
Aching for answers, my back on your floor!
Two hearts racing like never before,
On fire, you shook, writhing in my heat!
Once, I stood naked, sweet fool at your door.
The love in your eyes was hell to ignore.
As you were leaving our tears were discrete,
Aching for answers, my back on your floor!
It's my fault you don'n sleep there anymore!
I knew better, still, I crept down your street.
Once, I stood naked, sweet fool at your door,
Aching for answers my back on your floor!
-Tiffany Dawn 2010
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Nine Lives Haiku
Cat wakes in dawn air ,
Morning dew on every hair.
Birds singing in pair.
Eyes made of glass,
Watch the seasons turn and pass,
Behind tips of grass.
Whiskers are twitching
And seem slightly bewitching.
They leave skin itching.
After a washing,
His tail can be seen swishing
as he sits fishing.
He hears every sound:
roaring butterflies’ wings pound
and rumble the ground.
A tiny pink nose ,
Stops to smell every red rose
Before they can close.
His paws leave no trace.
An attribute of his race
is to step with grace.
He slips through shadows
To the moon’s silver meadow,
Each star a window.
Free of kids and wives,
Defying gods with nine lives,
Cat naps while man strives!
-Tiffany Ragsdale 2009
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Poet's
Play with the rhyme
Words parley on paper
Pursuing points penned in the night
Perfect!
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stars swarm times tide
standing in the purple rain
once upon a time
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The sky drizzled light,
Combined in a bow of rain.
Seven bright colors.
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You are you, I am me
I wonder If I am seen
I hear Life passing into the night,
like a river passes into the sea
I see That certain cats think,
iam a lying fake that only think of me.
I want To Erase and forget
what you said to me today.
You are you, I am me.
I pretend That im happy,
when I'm really not okay.
I feel Lost and shipwrecked,
love is far away.
I touch You awkwardly.
I worry If i will be good enough today.
I cry Because you dont believe a word I say.
You are you, I am me.
I understand I dont think of you,
my word always come out carelessly
I say How did things become this way?
I dream That i will awaken from this reality.
I try, And you lash out unexpectedly
I hope To find a way out of this insanity
You are you, and I am me.
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Circuitous circular departures cleverly Sequester and
embrace Inexpressible moments of time.
Reexamine status, prevent consciousness apathy,
fabricate and reflect acceptance of self.
precisely propose to expose fallaciously filtered
fantastical trickery touched theories.
Turn tasteless translucent tall tales into stable, sturdy,
structured strands and threads of reality.
Penniless pocketless Poets put the points paralleled
and placed above onto pure white pieces of paper.
Once they find the ramble in their role they carefully
command,Clever creative content to appear from thin vapor.
Amusement, bemusement, a resplendent daring drawn
out dark dance down a solitary diabolical descent.
Lingering Layers let love live in a finely spun web of
lazy, lofty, lyrical linguistic letters; lost lurking spiders cant
reach the heights that sadness fled.
Poets are pros, pronounced proponents, that precisely
reconstruct a feelings components that fails to leave any
audience in a stoic state of stoney discontent.....
Though they tirelessly endeavor to gain a fans approval
and respect, they fail in fortunes favor.
Yet each day they commit make their art
when most would be right to quit.
Anyone can become a pro poet,
you can tell we are devoted, though it should be noted
if that's the readers intent, not a paid pro among us can
come close to turning our
thoughts into rent!
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I.
The dragonfly drops.
Sunshine glimmers on its
diamond wings.
II.
Unlike the black cricket,
sweet muse of the night,
no dragonfly sings.
III.
The dragonfly skips
on crystalline, still water
deftly tracing endlessly echoing rings.
IV.
A monk would say:
Dragonflys are what they are
one should not compare them to things.”
V.
Let your eye become
the dragonfly’s glassy eye.
Gain sight that is shiny and reflecting.
VI.
I fly low with the dragonfly
above a sunflower meadow.
Small children are laughing.
VII.
A dragonfly skates perfect
circle eights around the star
that appears first every evening
VIII.
The dragonfly tiptoes across
a golden rose.
Young lovers are seen wedding.
IX.
The dragonfly waltzes with the rain
in an ocean blue sky that shines
after the thunder and lightning.
X.
The wind suddenly shifts--
the dragonfly is cast into summer.
Moments are franticly fleeting.
XI.
On a clear moonlit night
the dragonfly did not fly.
The world continued dreaming.
XII.
In the spring, the dragonfly
will rise above burnt ashes
to reclaim heights worthy of soaring.
XIII.
Chasing the dragonfly
uniquely unveils the masterful mystery,
of what it means to be living.
Tiffany Ragsdale-2009
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Silver lips convince
Enlightened minds to forget
Moral intellect.
Truth tip toes through golden lies,
Into un-commissioned eyes.
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