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Oct 19 04, 16:06
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Hi all. Liz has permission to post this form here and I think it sounds like a FUN poetic style... Here's the scoop as stated on Poetry911: How could a simple six line verse with four iambs in first and second line, two iams in the third, then repeated again in the next three lines, not have been written before? Anyway, the form is: 4 iambs with end rhyme A 4 iambs with end rhyme A 2 iambs with end rhyme B 4 iambs with end rhyme C 4 iambs with end rhyme C 2 iambs with end rhyme B Where usually some kind of summary or counterpoint to the two preceding lines goes on the B line. Liz summarizes this new form as: QUOTE The requirements are iambic meter... Line Length is 884884 for each stanza the rhyme scheme goes AABCCB ... Its fun! Hugs, Liz Here is an example from Liz.... All In The Mind... The moon is full; an airy light encircles it this eerie night. A blood red ring. The strangest shadow passes by it floats across a blackened sky. What was that thing? I shiver; still I walk along and look about--the shadows gone. Afraid to see. There's an evil presence a foot a distant owl begins to hoot. It's calling me. When up ahead a witch on broom begins to fly toward the moon. A cackling caw. She screeched and scowled into the dark, it echoed through the streets and park. Her hand a claw. Her wicked hand reached out to me. she tried to grab hold of my tee. I raced away. I headed home, and slammed the door She could've followed, I'm not sure. Here's where I'll stay. The midnight hour had struck the clock at twelve...ding dong, had sung tick tock. What did this mean? I hid beneath the candy seat, and heard a voice say trick or treat... It's Halloween! Why not try it!
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Oct 19 04, 17:26
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Ah, could be it be an occident or just another precedent that LorII's set? I wonder where this tile will take the takers; will it make them make a higher bet? I'll ante up, but gamble? no; I'm only here to give a show of how it works. What happens next is up to you, but careful where you park your shoe; a serpent lurks. sLightly tongue-in-shoe, Daniel
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Oct 19 04, 17:36
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Excellent and a speedy reply Daniel~san!
Cool! I must try this one if my feet will dance.... I'm plum tuckered out from these up at 5:30 & work all day - home at 5:30 - then treadmill or Tai-chi ) depending on day went to de-stress) then dinner and cool-down.... By the time I log into MM, my eyes are shutting down... :oops: :upside:
Liz's entry would be good for Pandora too! :pumpkin:
Cheers! :pharoah2
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Oct 21 04, 13:03
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No one's surprised you've not the time to fool around with Logarhyme at least just yet, but I know when the time is right, to stay away you'll have to fight your muse, I'll bet!
Yet unlike Lim'ricks', steady beat will sing inside you, stir your seat till you arise because your very heart will pound and make your tongue or pen expound to your surprise!
poeLightly prophesying, Daniel
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Oct 23 04, 01:08
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Hmmm, Grace has joined another form; ya think ere long we'll need reform? Let's give a show! Grab up some raisins, grapes an' prunes, bran muffins, yogurt, fruit an' spoons; it's lunch to go! sLightly awry, Daniel
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Oct 25 04, 18:53
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Divine Traditions
There was a time when Druid priests would celebrate the souls deceased on fest Samhain. Their crops ablaze in sacrifice to surrender a sacred price of faith within.
The spirits that do lurk about are welcomed in the Eve on route to places dwelled. Cold Celtic lands would turn to dark while costumed man would set his mark: traditions held.
To honor Saints and martyrs too the Cath’lics claimed deception, “Boo!” on Hallow’s Eve. A festival of Christian dead complete with Jack-O-Lantern “Fred” was soon conceived.
The Irish turned a turnip carved with scary face and embers starved, first lighted fruit. A pumpkin patch soon entered scene so recognized on Halloween Pagan salute.
Remember when you give out treats and welcome souls of those in sheets at your front door, give thanks to Celtic symbols shared be wary and be rightly scared: Divine folklore!
© Lorraine M Kanter
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Oct 26 04, 07:30
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You said it well, my buddy Grace, but LogaRhymin's in this space; let's get it right! You're s'posed ta answer with a pome, or find yerself without a 'ome when ground turns white.
We can't be 'avin' that 'round 'ere, so listen up; you'd better 'ear: "Write LogaRhymes!" I know that sometimes you ferget, so we'll fergive this little nit... just two more times!
Lightly (and do notice, please, the bulging ckeek!), Daniel
P.S.
I don't know much 'bout 'allowe'en... nor all the months that fall between!! somebody says. Who said that, Grace? ...but Cleo said it right smart well, so this weekend, come tide or 'ell I'll carry mace!
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Jul 26 05, 12:48
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I ain't done LogaRhymin' much; ya think that I done lost me touch, dear Grace, me friend? I bumped this tile from way down there with thoughts that I'd find you somewhere; I hope to end this dry spell that I've fallen to in which the sky is cloudy blue... and so am I. I guessed mayhaps if I wrote light, these clouds might part and give my sight a clearer eye. But whether you write back or not, at least today I've gone 'n' got me muse awake. I know that she could turn on me, but we'll just hafta wait 'n' see. I will not quake.
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Jul 29 05, 06:03
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Hi Daniel,
QUOTE I ain't done LogaRhymin' much; ya think that I done lost me touch, dear Grace, me friend?
Certainly not Daniel! It's like riding a bike, once learned never forgotten.
I am rather rusty at this form, but I have 'had a bash'. I have just returned from a sailing holiday and this popped into my mind.
Around the World
While sailing on the briny sea a sudden thought occurred to me. while at the wheel.
The point I like to keep my eyes on- the slightest curve on the horizon’s,- my Achilles heel.
How do I steer around the bend, avoiding falling off the end sail over keel?
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Jul 29 05, 11:30
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Greetings, your Grace!
Please allow this landlubber to respond with a bit of LogaRhyme:
Restricted to un-brainy sea, few sudden thoughts occur to me while at these keys, but I have gained a small degree of expertise, so let me see… Your rhyme agrees.
Three lines, however, ain’t enough but you have done a super bluff, so I applaud. You’ve captained well that giant wheel, steered clear of craft who’d smash your keel; I’m rather awed.
Now I await true LogaRhyme in which you’ll turn upon a dime, ‘cause you’re ashore. Your vehicle will transport you, and I’ll stand by to clear your view, just as before.
Lightly, Daniel :sun:
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Dec 26 05, 22:18
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Kinships
My brothers been a vital part of all that seeds my soaring heart. I admire him. He never sees the glass half full and tells things straight, no lies or bull, flys on a whim.
With vigilance, and confidence he taught to me, independence And I have learned to spread my wings and take to flight above the woes of worldly plight; and all I've yearned.
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May 3 06, 14:55
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Grace's Home... We's been away from here too long! By now there oughta be a throng at Grace's door a poundin' fer ta let 'em in... but no one's home. O, where's she been? I must implore your presence here again, Fair Grace to warm the windows of this place with tapestry that you have sewn with seasoned hands ... and pictures that your cam'ra's panned in artistry. So open up your home again for this ol' wandrin' minstrel man ta set a spell. I promise I won't stay too long but always leave a riddle song... as you know well. strummin' Lightly, Daniel
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Jul 10 06, 21:50
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Ah, well...
Here's one from our first experience as election officials last month during New Jersey's primary voting at hour hometown, Bridgeton, published in the local paper:
Primary Purpose Election days we now devote our time, so others here can vote for candidates, but primaries don’t bring the crowds in rain… or even when dark clouds all dissipate.
Two hours pass, and no one comes to cast a ballot; eyeballs numb… they want to close. Oho! Do I hear footsteps break the hallway’s silence? Quick, we take attentive pose.
It’s muggy here; the air hangs wet. I’m dreamin’ I could run an’ set the temper’ture. Then, suddenly they say it’s cold. Ya think that someone’s gettin’ old? Not me, fer sher!
Instructions: English, Español so everyone will know to poll their choices here… yet few votantes come inside. A dozen voters may decide who runs this year.
It’s almost lunchtime. Will they come to use the new machines? They’re mum… not one faint beep. The big hand makes it’s trip around wall clock… prepares for eight more rounds; the hours creep.
A kindly visitor brings food. Believe me, anything looks good just sitting here. We talk and eat to keep alert, do puzzles, read the local dirt for atmosphere.
We talk about the smoking ban. There’s nowhere near where puffers can indulge in it. I wonder… Could folks start to chew? or would they find no place to spew… and gag or spit?
Republican or Democrat, Ms Lizzy knows just where you’re at in this small town. We try to watch our P’s and Q’s, but these contraptions sure confuse an’ get ya down!
Another lull… we start to hear about the Pearl Street Alley queer an’ all the ‘pro’s who operate in broad daylight as though our mayor has no sight above his nose.
Then there’s the new kid on the block becomes the subject of ‘er talk— a Peepin’ Pam who asks two dollars for a trip to Seabrook—then her shirt unzips… you’re in a jam!
Election bored the residents into not setting precedents again this year? Declaring who they’re voting for might hook their name with Bush or Gore. Is that the fear?
The people in the neighborhood where they grew up ain’t up ta good; so much has changed. The factories all flew the coop… an’ guys next door all pee an’ poop outside—deranged!
An hour off to eat and rest… the latter’s probably the best for weary bones. We pack up most, to take it home so later we can nibble some when we’re all done.
Okay, I’m back awake again, but in the time between, my pen was used just once. The neighborhood has settled in; stampeding will not soon begin, I have a hunch.
At eight o’clock we close the polls and tally up the votes; our roles are nearly done. We fold and pack the new machine and do the paperwork between our parting fun.
© MLee Dickens’son 06 June 2006
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Jul 13 06, 13:52
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Hi Daniel!
LOL
Two hours pass, and no one comes to cast a ballot; eyeballs numb… they want to close. Oho! Do I hear footsteps break the hallway’s silence? Quick, we take attentive pose. I can just see you snapping to attention at the sound of footsteps!
It’s muggy here; the air hangs wet. I’m dreamin’ I could run an’ set the temper’ture. Then, suddenly they say it’s cold. Ya think that someone’s gettin’ old? Not me, fer sher! LOL Can't make up their minds?
A kindly visitor brings food. At least they didn't forget you! LOL Believe me, anything looks good just sitting here. We talk and eat to keep alert, do puzzles, read the local dirt for atmosphere.
We talk about the smoking ban. There’s nowhere near where puffers can indulge in it. I wonder… Could folks start to chew? or would they find no place to spew… and gag or spit? Oh my! Somewhat disgusting don't you think??
You should post this for critique! I'm sure others would enjoy it too!
Cathy
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Jul 22 06, 22:19
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A Stolen Youth
I don't remember childhood years; milestones once built on smiles and tears. such days are lost. No recollection of the dreams that fueled the fires of life long schemes... oh such a cost.
Each memory is hid away beneath the worries of today, I have no time; my mind is overwhelmed with cares of meloncholic woes and fears that steal my prime.
The days fly by without a pause, I feel my life's a hopeless cause So much to do... but how can I become carefree when dreams are just a fantasy. And nothing's new.
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Jul 23 06, 06:20
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