Step. Pause.
Step. Pause.
Step. Pause.
I hear the wedding march.
Step. Pause.
Step. Pause.
This isn’t going to go well.
Step. Pause.
Step. Pause.
Step. Splash.
Nope.
Not well at all.
Blub.
Blub.
Blub.
Step. Pause.
Step. Pause.
Step. Pause.
I hear the wedding march.
Step. Pause.
Step. Pause.
This isn’t going to go well.
Step. Pause.
Step. Pause.
Step. Splash.
Nope.
Not well at all.
Blub.
Blub.
Blub.
A Kelly lune:
.
Leaves falling:
summer’s glorious
departure
.
A Kelly lune is a triplet poem with syllable count of 3, 5, 3.
Majesty
Such service you have given
Commonwealth family.
Those corgis
Standing as the hearse went by
Gave for love’s sake, happily.
Gratefully
Crowds gather to say farewell
Long service in sovereignty.
.
.
A treochair is an Irish poetry form. Triplet stanzas have an A, B, A rhyme scheme and 3, 7, 7 syllable count.
Another tautogram poem, this time on the letter P.
.
.
Penelope phones Philip.
Pals?
Probably? Possibly?
Philip’s philosophisizes prior panegyric’s painful.
Penelope ponders Philip’s preachy palaver,
Parsing phrases, puzzling prosody:
Pasty poetry.
Pall permeates.
Penelope’s perky, pretty, popular.
Point: Penelope’s perversely pitiful picking Philip! Plough politeness Penelope! Possess proper prize!
Princely prospects prove perfect!
Pitch Philip! Pick pyrotechnics!
.
.
A tautogram (Greek: taut-same, gram-letter) is a poem in which every word starts with the same letter. Unlike alliteration, the words do not have to sound the same.
A spooky tautogram:
She saw something.
Some small, slithering something
Sang soft serenades.
Surrounding sounds: snuffling, snorting.
Someone slides stealthily.
Shhh!
She’s somewhere spooky,
Sometimes scary:
Samhain.
A tautogram (Greek: taut=same, gram=letter) is a poem where all the words begin with the same letter, though not necessarily the same sound. They should be both grammatical and sensical.
Broken heart,
How has this child crushed hope,
Torn relationship apart?
You’re a ghost.
They don’t give a damn these days;
Occasional text at most.
Maybe time
will heal whatever lies here,
Give grace, pass this pantomime.
This is a treochair poem. The triplet stanzas have an ABA rhyme scheme, a 3, 7, 7 syllable count, and alliteration.
Chest: breathless
Heart: pounds
Head: swimming
Where is this pressure coming from?
Breathe.
Slowly.
Head down.
Get through.
You can
do it.
poem- entitlement September 17, 2022
Tags: Commentary, complaining, entitlement, poem, poetry, whiners, Writers
Listen to the shouting,
as if increased volume
was proof of rightness.
Oh, the indignation!
when thinking’s challenged!
Everyone and everything
set to deliberately hold
them back! Poor things.
Their whole lives they
have had it all for the asking.
Expectation is dangerous.
What a shock to face
the reality that the words
they write and the stories
they tell aren’t as brilliant
or ground-breaking as they
imagine. How hard to face
their incredible mediocrity.
Their frustrated ranting just
reveals the content of their
character is also
wanting.
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