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First a letter, then a word
and now a sentence thought...
Has in fact a start occurred
from which some verse be wrought?

Once a stanza now be writ
let's locate das and dums.
Slash and dash a form, be it.
When filled it sings, it strums.

Rhyme?, it must, if j g d's.
A scheme be now assigned.
Vow, must I, I'll them appease
or I shall be maligned.

Yore's the time I must promote,
our taste today will fade.
Milton, make this boat to float
Don't rain on my parade.

Windmills may be ready ploys
for questers just like me.
Poems come from men, not boys.
You may, or not, agree.



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[Guest_Don_*]

Responding to Ron and Daniel,

This conversation is a highlight delight.

I agree Poem  is correct, which make line 10 fall into perfect pattern for all odd numbered lines as trochee, trochee, trochee, monosyllable.

For one who may claim to distain drudgery of meter, Daniel, your excellent rhymes and wit cannot be mistaken for prose.

Congratulations Ron on your outstanding even/odd line number alternate metric foot pattern.  Your poem is a delightful pattern of tetrameter/trimeter with trochee/iamb.  You are now my living idol.

From what has been said, we three practice poetry from self-education.  This demonstrates poetry is live and well.  It is not caged in academic or literary zoos.

Sing-song writing is a stepping stone.  The easiest to practice is iambic because it nearly replicates how we speak.  My next goal is to mix various meters to emulate exciting stories that cannot be mistaken for prose of Robert W. Service.   Following example is an excerpt from his The Song of the Wage Slave:
When the long, long day is over, and the Big Boss gives me my pay,
I hope that it won’t be hell-fire, as some of the parsons say.
And I hope that it won’t be heaven, with some of the parsons I’ve met –
All I want is just quiet, just rest and forget.
Look at my face, toil-furrowed; look at my calloused hands;
Master, I’ve done Thy bidding, wrought in They many lands –
Wrought for the little masters, big-bellied they be, and rich;
I’ve done their desire for a daily hire, and I die like a dog in a ditch.

Thank you, thank you, and thank you, Ron for allowing me to closely scan your work for self-illumination without reaping your ire.  I am stunned that it agrees 100% (error corrected) with yours.  For me it is a lot of work with little opportunity for feedback.  With more opportunities, such scansion will become significantly faster and accurate.  As you know, a single best is rare.  Each reader pronounces and pauses with personal taste.

Here is a link to a table of 22-metric feet:  
http://www.noggs.dsl.pipex.com/vf/feet.htm

Add: monosyllable, monosyllabic, p…..example: WOW.

Cheers for sure,

Don