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The WIND blew COLD and I shivERED niceLy
the LAND turned BROWN and WE saw TWO mice RUN
howlING gales RAN rathER fastER than ME
I COULD neVER see HOW some FOLKS have FUN
Here is my example of a Dactylic ditty. Remember, we are writing strict meter "for the workshop only". Seldom is Dactylic or Anapest used exclusively throughout a poem. Also, this is in Pentameter. Don't feel you must write Pentameter. Trimeter or Tetrameter will suffice. These are long feet and writing in Dactylic Pentameter is a stinker.
Harmony, musical, Dactylic, yes it’s hard, try it out.
Don’t be afraid though not ready to risk it and trust yourself.
Why does your teacher keep whining so spite your attempts at it?
Tumbling
in the fast flowing stream
of life's experiences,
ricocheting towards
the inevitable end,
where we join the great,
grand, soup of the sea,
watered down once again
to tiny particles,
from whence we came,
we live each day
as if it were an eternity,
hang on to its beauty,
its magic,
as if it were a precious gem,
where we end up,
gems have no tangible,
visible substance,
Only angels lament
with the moon rising as
days grow shorter and poems
are distant in the light. Do not
leave the word love all alone to
wither on a tree like a half-eaten
apple core.
Just whisper a tender
goodbye.
I search the mirror
To make things clearer
Then I'm faced with fears of
Emotions that ain't me
Through that my disturbia stains me
Blood soaked with the lust to loathe
Vendetta's rose
My beautiful ugly
My unusual lovely
A contradiction that haunts
To soothe my muse
A snake suffering from bad kharma
Though life is a bad charmer
I'm prideful
Blinded by hate with my words insightful
Weighted soul, balanced thoughts
Tainted goals, challenged faults
Why Can’t Nature Be Our Hero…
We all burn while nature rages,
and our political classes know it.
No one reads between the ages,
or listens to the prophetic poet.
Chemicals have begun to mix
while people homelessly drown.
All we need is another quick fix,
shouts another podium clown.
Most are dripping in silver or gold,
all have paper to a massive domain.
Their speeches so clever and bold,
but it’s our planets live they drain.
Silence deafens growls under the forest
Witness glowing screeches of red eyes
gunshot roars squeak out in banshee chorus
The sound of wolf howls crooning lullabies
Ron
We going thru a thing
To where we're getting labeled
The only hope we bring
Is incarceration then case closed
Who's there for us now?
The company we work for, bowing
To their work ethic just
To maintain effort to hush
The harsh reality speaking to us
Saying
You will never be free
Caged in
By the history that we teach
Slavery, to show our bravery
We breach the boundries of respect
Just to be left with a sex
Known for disloyalty, no love
Known for avoiding peace, no trust
You may cry in writing anew, work in the form of anapaest
Some may find the intellectual write will progress
Leaving standard writers with a plethora of poetry needing an edit
Then the teachers of poetry should help the others in the write
"Try two"
You may cry in writing of poems in forms you may not be now sure of or know.
Some may find when the Bard is now studied our work will progress
Leaving standard of writing now with another meaning to sort
Then the teachers of poetry should help the others in the writ
