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Versed Time
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My humble attempts at creating poetry, prompted by my purchase of “The Ode Less Travelled” by Stephen Fry. This book and blog are components of a resolution to write more this year.
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eleven: syllabic verse. three, six, one, um . . .
Scrub your hands Clean of grime and swine flu But Try not to think About the great unwashed masses Brushing past you All Touching, pushing, gripping On the Tube. Paranoid? Don’t you feel like washing Now? Scrub yourself clean But out you go aga...
ten: syllabic verse. seven and five.
Rain Forgot to pack a brolly in my haste to leave. Never mind the forecast I’m sure to get soaked! But miserly London clouds measure their rainfall. Just enough wet to annoy - constant poke-poke-poke....
nine: Anglo-Saxon alliterative hemistichs. And hunger.
Shall I shop for some sugary delight? Or abide with bread, butter, and cheese? Some fish might suffice, with fries - better yet But a pizza with peppers? A perfect choice! Roughly hemi, I suppose....
eight: dactylic pentameter. about cows. and my speedlite.
Curious cows in the pasture enjoying the lush grass Looking me over, some venturing closer to stare hard Thinking there’s food or perhaps just confused by this strange beast Suddenly bolting away from this beast with the bright flash...
seven: poetic ode to my television
The telly starts to tire again - familiar shows become a bore. Perhaps it’s time again to quit and venture out beyond the door. The Simpsons, Earl, and Mr. Fry - companions, comfort after dark. But what or whom will take their place? A bit of o...
six
Scotland remembered Robert Burns today, toasting the poet with a pint or eight. Across the sea, Americans prefer another Burns: Monty, the billionaire. The Simpsons, or a Rose of Red? I think I’ll take the pints and toast a bonnie lad. A scanda...
