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Gimmee a poem....and make it a triple!

04-19-2010 at 08:05:54 PM

Gimmee a poem....and make it a triple!

A group of three lines is known as a triplet, or a tercet. Many forms can be created using triplets with different rhyme schemes. We can begin easy. Give me a poem using three triplets (or more) with a rhyme scheme of a-a-b, c-c-b, d-d-b. What this means is the first two lines of each tercet will rhyme and the last lines of all three tercets will rhyme with each other....and don't forget the meter, please. How about iambic tetrameter (4 feet, 8 syllables) You will be judged on how well the meter flows.

Don't worry. Meter is one of those things that come easily to some and seem impossible to others. Don't be afraid to try it. Mistakes will enable you to learn.

Oh, yes....make the poem about the town in which you live smile

04-19-2010 at 09:02:53 PM

RE: Gimmee a poem....and make it a triple!

Cute poem, John. That's not saying I understand the lines but I'll give it a "cute". smile

It has little to do with the exercise, however. Yes, you use tercets but it doesn't resemble iambic very much and, unless you lived in a henhouse, it doesn't have anything to do with your home town.

Try again?gulp

04-19-2010 at 09:08:18 PM
  • kah
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RE: Gimmee a poem....and make it a triple!

Roaming Free, Finding Thee

When I was young I sought my thrills
Running through fields and over hills
My true love here destined to meet.

We knew love's place, we felt the spark
After dinner we sought the dark
We held on tight to our heartbeat.

Older now but still I can find
Those happy moments in my mind -
Familiar whispers, soothing streets.


- critique please! I found this difficult to do. The flow seems stilted to me!
kah
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04-19-2010 at 10:38:46 PM

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Very nice effort, Kas! You have a very good basis for a good poem here. The reason why you find it stilted is because you were not true to tthe iambic and, when you deviated from it, it became choppy. Iambic, as you may know but I'll review it anyway, is a short, unaccented syllable followed by a long, or accented one.

Your first line is perfect iambic.
when I was YOUNG i SOUGHT my THRILLS

Your second line is not. "running" is not a word that can be used to begin an iambic line, since the accented syllable is first, RUN. So what you wind up with is..

RUNning through FIELDS and OV-er HILLS.

As you can see, the line begins with an accented syllable, followed by two short ones and then it finishes in iambic.

Your third line has one problem..
my TRUE love HERE DES-tined to MEET.

HERE DES are two accented syllables together, "tined to" are two unaccented ones together.

Let's try to make it iambic, ok?

When I was young I sought my thrills.
I ran through fields and over hills
My true love destined here to meet.

SECOND STANZA
----------------------------

we KNEW love's PLACE, we FELT the SPARK...........excellent
AFter DIN-ner we SOUGHT the DARK.........................nope
we HELD on TIGHT to OUR HEART-beat.....................almost

You began the second line with an accented one and also have two unaccenteds together.
In the third line, the word heartbeat is your downfall. It is a word that begins accented and ends unaccented. Also it is not a proper rhyme. The rhyme always depends on accented syllables rhyming. What I mean is..."meet" and "heartbeat" is not a good rhyme because the accent is on "meet" but not "beat", but "heart". This is easily corrected, however.

We knew love's place, we felt the spark.
We dined and then we sought the dark.
We held and felt our two hearts beat.

THIRD STANZA
------------------------

OLD-er NOW but STILL i can FIND........nope
those HAP-py MOM-ents IN my MIND...yes!
fa-MIL-iar WHIS-pers, SOOTH-ing STREETS....yes!yes!

Just the word "older" sabotaged you. Let's change it.

I'm older now but still I find
Those happy moments in my mind
Familiar whispers, soothing streets.

So let's see the finished product....


When I was young I sought my thrills.
I ran through fields and over hills
My true love destined here to meet.

We knew love's place, we felt the spark.
We dined and then we sought the dark.
We held and felt our two hearts beat.


I'm older now but still I find
Those happy moments in my mind
Familiar whispers, soothing streets.

There are some other changes I could make but I think that you will see that the revised poems is much smoother and doesn't feel stilted. You had the syllable counts right, which is very important because, sometimes, it only takes a little rearranging of words to change the meter, such as "our heartbeats" to "our two hearts beat". That's what you have to look for.

As I said, very good effort and I hope I was able to help a little. I look forward to your progress.






04-19-2010 at 11:44:43 PM

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please note: this poem is fiction


Gunter, Texas

Football games on Friday night,
Texas town, it's all right,
big hair, cold beer, red-neck-ville.

After five, boys go to Jack's
Bar and Grill, it's action packed;
they all hang out and look at Jill.

Jill is hot, yes, she's a honey,
she likes the tips, she needs the money.
When she brings rounds, a look will thrill.

We all go to church on Sunday,
then eat lunch at Lucy's Buffet,
all you can eat, so eat your fill.

Texas towns, they never change.
If you don't own a gun, you're strange.
We shoot straight and aim to kill.

Last edited by Aria 04-19-2010 at 11:45:50 PM

04-20-2010 at 12:23:36 AM

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Hey, Aria! Nice to see you here. You have some killer lines in this poem like the last line of the first tercet.

Construction-wise, as per the lesson, well.....

The syllable counts are off. Here are the counts per line..
7-6-7 7-7-8 8-9-8 8-8-8 7-8-7

Of course, when there are erratic syllable counts, it's very difficult to maintain meter. The majority of your lines are trochaic, instead of iambic. Actually I would leave it that way and change any iambic lines to trochaic, which won't be difficult by claring up the syllable counts. Let's see what we can do..

Football games on Friday night,
Texas town, yeah, it's all right,
big hair, cold beer, red-neck-ville.


After five, boys go to Jack's
Bar and Grill, it's action packed;
Alll hang out and look at Jill.

Jill is hot, a real honey,
loves tips 'cause she needs the money.
hands out looks to give a thrill.


We all go to church on Sunday,
then eat lunch at Lucy's Buffet,
all you can eat, so eat your fill.

Texas towns, they never change.
You don't own a gun, you're strange.
We shoot straight and aim to kill.

That makes it a trochaic poem (or an iambip poem with a silent syllable, and the syllable counts per stanza are pretty much in order. There's only one line that doesn't fit. Can you find it?







big surprise

04-20-2010 at 02:09:04 AM

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Form 4 tercets iambic tetrameter
1st,2nd lines each stanza rhyme
3rd lines rhyme all stanzas

Please Note.. this poem is not fiction.



A Part of the Mountain
__________________




I was born in southern Cali
nestled in a summer valley
by the seashores with old folk-lores

,

of the big ones, that come too soon
major 8 points, gaseous monsoon
it's called shaking, earth-quakes, like war

.

Teeter totter, fragile city
like a thin potato chippie
off volcano's roasty new roar

.

X is our spot.... in two fault lines
our land, quicksand, gimme a dime
snap, we'll become, ocean's new floor.

.

Last edited by Springsize 04-20-2010 at 12:54:54 PM

04-20-2010 at 08:17:38 AM

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This is my attempt at trying something new.

For Cherry

In this town of Leasureville
peaceful and serene, until
a darkness is revealed.

Drowning under countless tears.
Hidden for so many years.
Abduction is concealed.

Investigation incomplete...
The evidence was not concrete.
No clue found in the field.

Twenty years have passed and gone.
Tomorrow a new day will dawn.
With that dark wound unhealed.

Sadly, this is a true story. She disappeared without a trace. I'll never forget my fear as a parent and the sadness I felt for hers. TS

04-20-2010 at 10:42:05 AM

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Good Morning Balladeer

I would like to thank you for helping us with our poetry...

I like your first poem, which was helpful with terms that I still do not understand completely.. but I am learning.

Sincerely,

Post Script

WordSlinger, I note your second poem at tercets... and is closer to the assignment, I think.... and I noted your "Triple" rhyme. Good One !

kah, I so enjoy your poem, and I understand what Balledeer said about the pronouncement flow... I even liked that one line he threw in...

Are we to be perfecting these assignments ?

Aria, your Texas town sounds real to me... and a bit like the old West days, of gunfights and checked tablecloths.

bandit1192 ... Your poem really hit the heart. ...I did notice that your Meter count varies...

Thanks all..... for making this a shared experience...

04-20-2010 at 11:28:37 AM

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Quote:
Originally Posted by Balladeer

Hey, Aria! Nice to see you here. You have some killer lines in this poem like the last line of the first tercet.

Construction-wise, as per the lesson, well.....

The syllable counts are off. Here are the counts per line..
7-6-7 7-7-8 8-9-8 8-8-8 7-8-7

Of course, when there are erratic syllable counts, it's very difficult to maintain meter. The majority of your lines are trochaic, instead of iambic. Actually I would leave it that way and change any iambic lines to trochaic, which won't be difficult by claring up the syllable counts. Let's see what we can do..

Football games on Friday night,
Texas town, yeah, it's all right,
big hair, cold beer, red-neck-ville.


After five, boys go to Jack's
Bar and Grill, it's action packed;
Alll hang out and look at Jill.

Jill is hot, a real honey,
loves tips 'cause she needs the money.
hands out looks to give a thrill.


We all go to church on Sunday,
then eat lunch at Lucy's Cafe,
drink iced tea, with free refills.

Texas towns, they never change.
You don't own a gun, you're strange.
We're straight shooters, aim to kill.
That makes it a trochaic poem (or an iambip poem with a silent syllable, and the syllable counts per stanza are pretty much in order. There's only one line that doesn't fit. Can you find it?







big surprise


Thanks, Balladeer! Yes, I do see the importance of counting syllables, now. : )
Also, I had to get out my poetry handbook to understand the difference in trochaic (aka trochee?) and iambic...I really can't "hear" the difference, maybe it's my Texas drawl. Your re-write is a huge improvement...and I think the one line that doesn't fit is the 2nd line of the 4th stanza; "then eat lunch at Lucy's Buffet."..I changed Buffet to Cafe, but I'm not sure if it's better. I also changed the last line (for humor) it seemed a little flat. This has been a fun exercise, thank you Mr. B., for making me get out the poetry handbook and think about it.

Author's Statement: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

I couldn't stand it, had to fix the line...hoping it's trochaic now, not dactyl.

Last edited by Aria 04-20-2010 at 02:36:06 PM

04-20-2010 at 01:58:18 PM

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Very close, Aria! That line could be improved on but it's not the culprit.

----all you can eat, so eat your fill.

That's the evil one.

ALL you can EAT, so EAT your FILL.

You have two unaccented syllables together, "you can". That makes it neither trochaic or iambic. What you have is a dactyl (back to the poetry handbook) wink SInce it is the only one in the poem, it doesn't work well.

I really appreciate your time and effort. You are obviously a poet willing to go the extra mile to better your craft and you have my complete admiration for that. Let's learn - and have some fun doing it! smile

04-20-2010 at 02:13:10 PM

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Springsize, there's no need to keep working on the poems I correct unless you want to. In the future, I may give you advice on how to better the construction or whatever, and then I will ask you to keep working on it and post your revisions...if you feel like it.

I want to thank you all for welcoming me with you attendance. I'll get to every poem as quickly as I can. Unfortunately, I still live in the land of the working - 6 days a week - so don't worry if I can't get to yours immediately. I WILL get there!

04-20-2010 at 02:23:29 PM

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John, thanks for the second poem. I was getting worried that mayne you DID grow up in a henhouse! :eek:

You poem is honest and telling, protraying a stark reality without trying to make it cutsie. I admire it for that.

As far as the lesson goes, you need work on syllable counts and meter. Your second stanza, for example, has 9 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second and 8 in the third. Also, there is little consistency in the meter. You DO have one perfect stanza...

I couldn’t take it any more
I ran away, I found a door
A Dallas foster home

THAT is perfect iambic!

i COULD-n't TAKE it AN-y MORE
i RAN a-WAY, i FOUND a DOOR
a DAL-las FOS-ter HOME.

See how the pattern of unaccented-accented syllables are in perfect harmony together? That's the way the who poem should be.

Actually, looking at it again, I see a lot of it IS good iambic, with a minimal amout of tweaking.

Southside of town's where I was born

Had more black friends then I did white

Everyday I had to fight
My parents even had their show


I couldn’t take it any more
I ran away, I found a door
A Dallas foster home

All of these lines are excellent. The only ones that have problems are the last two lines in the first stanza and the entire last stanza. If you work on them, you have one fine piece of work here.

Give it another try??? smile



Last edited by Balladeer 04-20-2010 at 02:43:47 PM

04-20-2010 at 02:47:20 PM
  • kah
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Quote:
Originally Posted by Balladeer

Very nice effort, Kas! You have a very good basis for a good poem here. The reason why you find it stilted is because you were not true to tthe iambic and, when you deviated from it, it became choppy. Iambic, as you may know but I'll review it anyway, is a short, unaccented syllable followed by a long, or accented one.

Your first line is perfect iambic.
when I was YOUNG i SOUGHT my THRILLS

Your second line is not. "running" is not a word that can be used to begin an iambic line, since the accented syllable is first, RUN. So what you wind up with is..

RUNning through FIELDS and OV-er HILLS.

As you can see, the line begins with an accented syllable, followed by two short ones and then it finishes in iambic.

Your third line has one problem..
my TRUE love HERE DES-tined to MEET.

HERE DES are two accented syllables together, "tined to" are two unaccented ones together.

Let's try to make it iambic, ok?

When I was young I sought my thrills.
I ran through fields and over hills
My true love destined here to meet.

SECOND STANZA
----------------------------

we KNEW love's PLACE, we FELT the SPARK...........excellent
AFter DIN-ner we SOUGHT the DARK.........................nope
we HELD on TIGHT to OUR HEART-beat.....................almost

You began the second line with an accented one and also have two unaccenteds together.
In the third line, the word heartbeat is your downfall. It is a word that begins accented and ends unaccented. Also it is not a proper rhyme. The rhyme always depends on accented syllables rhyming. What I mean is..."meet" and "heartbeat" is not a good rhyme because the accent is on "meet" but not "beat", but "heart". This is easily corrected, however.

We knew love's place, we felt the spark.
We dined and then we sought the dark.
We held and felt our two hearts beat.

THIRD STANZA
------------------------

OLD-er NOW but STILL i can FIND........nope
those HAP-py MOM-ents IN my MIND...yes!
fa-MIL-iar WHIS-pers, SOOTH-ing STREETS....yes!yes!

Just the word "older" sabotaged you. Let's change it.

I'm older now but still I find
Those happy moments in my mind
Familiar whispers, soothing streets.

So let's see the finished product....


When I was young I sought my thrills.
I ran through fields and over hills
My true love destined here to meet.

We knew love's place, we felt the spark.
We dined and then we sought the dark.
We held and felt our two hearts beat.


I'm older now but still I find
Those happy moments in my mind
Familiar whispers, soothing streets.

There are some other changes I could make but I think that you will see that the revised poems is much smoother and doesn't feel stilted. You had the syllable counts right, which is very important because, sometimes, it only takes a little rearranging of words to change the meter, such as "our heartbeats" to "our two hearts beat". That's what you have to look for.

As I said, very good effort and I hope I was able to help a little. I look forward to your progress.


Thank you VERY much for "grading" the poem for me! I need this type of feedback! I definitely understand the accented vs un-accented syllable now that I've seen spelled out for me. The edited version is much smoother; with minor changes - the poem lost none of it's integrity. I'll be continuing on in class and hope to have poem 2 posted up tonight or tomorrow. Thank you -
kah






04-20-2010 at 03:25:24 PM

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Quote:
Originally Posted by Springsize

Form 4 tercets iambic tetrameter
1st,2nd lines each stanza rhyme
3rd lines rhyme all stanzas

Please Note.. this poem is not fiction.



A Part of the Mountain
__________________




I was born in southern Cali
nestled in a summer valley
by the seashores with old folk-lores

,

of the big ones, that come too soon
major 8 points, gaseous monsoon
it's called shaking, earth-quakes, like war

.

Teeter totter, fragile city
like a thin potato chippie
off volcano's roasty new roar

.

X is our spot.... in two fault lines
our land, quicksand, gimme a dime
snap, we'll become, ocean's new floor.

.



Springsize ,welcome!!! Man, I can emphathize with you, living down here in South Florida where hurricanes can blow us away. Thonk I'll take the hurricanes, though. I son't fancy the thought of the ground opening up and swallowing me without notice!

Ok, let's check out your poem. You begin trochaic and that's ok if you stick with it, which you did in the first stanza.


I was BORN in SOUT-hern CA-li
NEST-led IN a SUM-mer VAL-ley
BY the SEAshores WITH old FOLK-lores


The second stanza gets away from it, however, in a couple of places.

OF the BIG ones, that COME too SOON
MA-jor 8 points, GASeOUS monSOON
IT'S called SHAK-ing, EARTH-quakes, like WAR

In the first line you have "ones that", two unaccented syllables together.
In the third line you "-quakes, like", also two unaccented syllables together

.
The third stanza has only one problem (assuming I;ll accept "potato chippie" as a valid word!)

Teeter totter, fragile city
like a thin potato chippie
off volcano's roasty new roar

OFF vol-CAN-o's ROAS-ty new ROAR......"-ty new", 2 unaccented syllables


.Fourth stanza has a problem.

X is OUR spot.... IN two FAULT lines
OUR land, QUICK-sand, GIM-me a DIME
SNAP, WE'LL be-COME, O-cean's new FLOOR.

The third stanza has to unaccented syllables together "-me a", but I accept it because the two are said so fast they almost become one. The last line is a killer, though. It completely kills the meter.
I would use..."Snap, we're ocean's brand new floor".

All in all, for the first exercise, I think you did a very good job!



.

04-20-2010 at 03:43:50 PM

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Quote:
Originally Posted by bandit1192

This is my attempt at trying something new.

For Cherry

In this town of Leasureville
peaceful and serene, until
a darkness is revealed.

Drowning under countless tears.
Hidden for so many years.
Abduction is concealed.

Investigation incomplete...
The evidence was not concrete.
No clue found in the field.

Twenty years have passed and gone.
Tomorrow a new day will dawn.
With that dark wound unhealed.

Sadly, this is a true story. She disappeared without a trace. I'll never forget my fear as a parent and the sadness I felt for hers. TS



Bandit, that's an incredible poem. It is dark, haunting and very powerful in it's presentation. There is little I would want to touch in it.

BUT.........I'll critique it, anyway, 'cause that's what I do. smile

In the first two stanzas, you use the trochaic form in the first two lines and iambic in the third. The third stanza you make totally iambic. In the fourth stanza you begin trochaic, go to iambic in the last two.

There is nothing wrong with the first three stanzas. It's is perfectly acceptable to use the forms you did because you were true to them. In the last, however, the word "tomorrow" kills you if it is followed by another unaccented syllable, making it very choppy from that point on. Such a great poem deserves a better ending. How about this??

Twenty years have passed and gone.
Tomorrow brings a brand new dawn.
With that dark wound unhealed.

In any case, the poem is great. If this particular workshop does nothing more than having been the catalyst for this poem's creation, it will be worthwhile.


04-20-2010 at 08:56:56 PM

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Quite a poem, John, that covers a lot. I confess that there are lines I don't quite grasp the meaning of but, being new here, I'm not yet accostumed to your style and, when I am, perhaps all of the pieces will fall into place.

At any rate, this lesson is about meter and flow, basically iambic. Your syllable counts are right on. Proper flow, however, relies on syllable counts combined with where the accents fall. You can have a line of 8 syllables that sounds completely different than another line of 8 syllables because the accents are in different places. That is what we have here. A good iambic line of 8 syllables will have the configuration of -/-/-/-/, with the dash being an unaccented syllable and the slash being an accented one. Let's see what you have here, line by line. The * marks the lines that are perfect iambic.

*Tonight the clouds obscure the moon...............-/-/-/-/

*The train shall take me to my tomb..................-/-/-/-/

Twas to bring us out of the well........................--/-/--/


I can feel the people salute..............................--/-/--/

*My men in uniforms of blue..............................-/-/-/-/

They all limp from what I can tell....................../-/-/--/


The skeleton orchestra played........................-/--/--/

My train is six minutes delayed......................-/--/--/

I do hear the liberty bell.................................--/-/--/


*I would have wrote poetic tales.......................-/-/-/-/

But this country gave me the sails..................--/-/--/

*Forever on the fin I’ll dwell..............................-/-/-/-/


*These are the last days of command..............-/-/-/-/

*I’m in the hands of Brown and Sands.............-/-/-/-/

Now the South are my personnel..................--/--/-/


There was much for me to address...............--/-/--/

I was honest I do confess............................--/--/-/

*I want to hold the bullet shell.......................-/-/-/-/

Some of the lines would have to be completely re-written and others simply need to have syllables moved around, such as..

Now the South are my personnel....change to..
The South are now my personnel...and you have iambic

Other small details...

"I would have wrote" is not proper English.
"I do hear the liberty bell". The word "do" does not beling there. You only use it to maintain the syllable count and it shows.

John, you simply need to read your lines out loud and listen to where the accented syllables fall. There's no doubt you can do it. You simply need the practice. You and I will get this down because I'm gonna keep pushing you until you do! You have a world of talent. You only need the polishing and it will come with practice. I'll guarantee it! smile



04-21-2010 at 05:58:57 PM

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i've very much enjoyed the posts here, great pieces posted, and very instructive from all sides - in the spirit of Bandit's "trying something new," i hope this late contribution is useful ... criticism welcome/expected, and if you don't have time that's ok too ... what a busy year it's shaping up to be smile

holy cats ... well ... i had a little down time yesterday, so i started on this assignment for fun, and now it's haunting me, lol ... it's been very instructive ... been a while since i put this much detailed attention into feet smile and it gave me a good excuse to pursue some of my favorite threads ... industry, environment, and history, with a focus on "the town where i live" ... so ... 3+ stanzas of 3 lines each, aad, bbd, ccd rhyme ... in an attempt at iambic tetrameter ... that last stanza is all ddd, so i'm not sure if that's within the assignment ... it seems to give it a tumbling feel at the end, so much rhyme ...

Native No More

This canyon echoes rumbling rails
while ancient creek bed holds its tales,
and diving falcons practice fleet

with dancers - now all whirling birds.
As fish swim close to banks of words
sprayed ‘neath the beasts of steel, discrete,

I think of those who went before –
they traveled far to fish a store
of salmon jumping up the street.

The salmon jump, alas, no more,
And those who lived were shown the door –
the Chief, he rests his weary feet

along the Falls now owned by men
who might not care for fish or fen
(they sit inside a room to meet).

The river runs through PCBs –
polluters seem to sleep with ease.
The sun shines on with light and heat

and we keep on our meet and greet,
while birds of prey hunt on for meat:
in place of salmon … nothing’s sweet.

04-21-2010 at 06:23:52 PM

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Well, dancinghawk, you certainly did pay attention to feet. As a matter of fact, as far as meter is concerned, you are a natural. In this entire poem there was not one syllable out of place nor one foot out of line.

Critique the poem? Easy...

It's brilliant...end of critique. smile

04-22-2010 at 11:38:37 AM

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sweet! this is a much more formal presentation than i usually choose, but what a great exercise ... and easier after seeing some of the tips you had for other posters ... thx for breaking it down to something we could play with ... there's always much to learn ... great reminders/introductions to formal terms ...

the most difficult thing about this for me was sticking to the unaccented syllable first ... good practice!

again, balladeer, thx for your time, and others on this thread for participating ... Wordslinger's 'hoods ... kah's true love meeting place ... Aria's redneck heaven ... Bandit's missing child ... Springsize's moving earth! ... LOVE the stories of your hometowns ... precious.

-dh

04-22-2010 at 12:07:24 PM

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Yes, that unaccented syllable can be trying at times, so much so, that the poetic powers that be (those who set up all those rules and guidelines in the first place),gave them selves an out.

"acephalous"
Also called "headless" verse. A type of catalexis in which an unstressed syllable is dropped from the beginning of a line of metrical poetry.

In other words an unaccented syllable can be dropped from the beginning of an iambic line if it is not necessary and can be implied.

They also cover themselves on the other end..

"catalexis"
where the end of a line is shortened by a foot, or two or part thereof ...especially useful in trochaic lines.

There's always a way..cool smile

04-22-2010 at 01:29:32 PM
  • kabbalistic
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My Offering (Fellow Traveler)



Here is my rather flawed offering, such as it is...

Fellow Traveler

In this virgin moment
where our beleaguered hearts
have been bonded and healed;

In this virgin hour
where our lives have thus
been inscribed and sealed;

We forever through
the deepest chasm have
forever a foundation laid;

To the slippery heights
of our perilous days,
we’ve to each other made;

That promise to guard
the virgin days and
virgin treasures of virgin bliss;

Though we may aimlessly
wind, turn and falter-yet
determined to never again miss;

Each other on the treacherous
way, the briared path-
the uncertain, riddled end;

With you my fellow traveler,
this virgin forever
I pledge to willingly spend.

04-22-2010 at 05:05:40 PM
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RE: My Offering (Fellow Traveler)

Quote:
Originally Posted by kabbalistic



Here is my rather flawed offering, such as it is...

Fellow Traveler

In this virgin moment
where our beleaguered hearts
have been bonded and healed;

In this virgin hour
where our lives have thus
been inscribed and sealed;

We forever through
the deepest chasm have
forever a foundation laid;

To the slippery heights
of our perilous days,
we’ve to each other made;

That promise to guard
the virgin days and
virgin treasures of virgin bliss;

Though we may aimlessly
wind, turn and falter-yet
determined to never again miss;

Each other on the treacherous
way, the briared path-
the uncertain, riddled end;

With you my fellow traveler,
this virgin forever
I pledge to willingly spend.


ooohhh! I like it!
I'm not sure that this is a critique, but my ears and heart like this poem!
kah
surprised

04-22-2010 at 05:08:13 PM
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RE: RE: Gimmee a poem....and make it a triple!

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Originally Posted by dancinghawk

i've very much enjoyed the posts here, great pieces posted, and very instructive from all sides - in the spirit of Bandit's "trying something new," i hope this late contribution is useful ... criticism welcome/expected, and if you don't have time that's ok too ... what a busy year it's shaping up to be smile

holy cats ... well ... i had a little down time yesterday, so i started on this assignment for fun, and now it's haunting me, lol ... it's been very instructive ... been a while since i put this much detailed attention into feet smile and it gave me a good excuse to pursue some of my favorite threads ... industry, environment, and history, with a focus on "the town where i live" ... so ... 3+ stanzas of 3 lines each, aad, bbd, ccd rhyme ... in an attempt at iambic tetrameter ... that last stanza is all ddd, so i'm not sure if that's within the assignment ... it seems to give it a tumbling feel at the end, so much rhyme ...

Native No More

This canyon echoes rumbling rails
while ancient creek bed holds its tales,
and diving falcons practice fleet

with dancers - now all whirling birds.
As fish swim close to banks of words
sprayed ‘neath the beasts of steel, discrete,

I think of those who went before –
they traveled far to fish a store
of salmon jumping up the street.

The salmon jump, alas, no more,
And those who lived were shown the door –
the Chief, he rests his weary feet

along the Falls now owned by men
who might not care for fish or fen
(they sit inside a room to meet).

The river runs through PCBs –
polluters seem to sleep with ease.
The sun shines on with light and heat

and we keep on our meet and greet,
while birds of prey hunt on for meat:
in place of salmon … nothing’s sweet.


Love this, dancinghawk!! The message, the flow(meter), and the wonderful images you've drawn with your words. My heart aches at what I never knew, but still miss...
kah

04-22-2010 at 08:52:28 PM

RE: My Offering (Fellow Traveler)

Quote:
Originally Posted by kabbalistic



Here is my rather flawed offering, such as it is...

Fellow Traveler

In this virgin moment
where our beleaguered hearts
have been bonded and healed;

In this virgin hour
where our lives have thus
been inscribed and sealed;

We forever through
the deepest chasm have
forever a foundation laid;

To the slippery heights
of our perilous days,
we’ve to each other made;

That promise to guard
the virgin days and
virgin treasures of virgin bliss;

Though we may aimlessly
wind, turn and falter-yet
determined to never again miss;

Each other on the treacherous
way, the briared path-
the uncertain, riddled end;

With you my fellow traveler,
this virgin forever
I pledge to willingly spend.


Nice to see you, kabbalistic, and I appreciate your joining in. As far as the assignment goes it's not iambic, doesn't follow the rhyme scheme requested, isn't about a home town.... but otherwise it's great!wink (can't seem to get the word virgin out of my mind after reading it!) big surprise

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.