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Past Participant for M lady Ernestine

Though it may seem I am obsessed.
The truth is that I am possessed
by an old writer long since dead.
Who now resides inside my head
He’ll have no truck with modern verse
and thinks that free form is perverse.
That’s something with which I agree,
perhaps that’s why he’s chosen me
To be his slave, his to command
he doesn’t seem to understand
He is a most unwelcome guest
at best I see him as a pest.
He may be Shakespeare as he says
but I write poetry not plays.

8-May-08

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A matter of opinion.

Some people say I am perverse
because I choose to write in verse.
The kind of stories I compose.
They think I ought to write in prose.

They have the right to I suppose.
But I won’t do as they propose.
I much prefer to write in verse
Because I think there’s nothing worse

Than badly written boring prose.
That is the reason why I chose.
To concentrate on rhyming verse.
I see no reason to reverse.

My original decision
to conform to your opinion.
I do not choose to write in prose
I am convinced that I would lose.

My rhyming capability
reducing my ability.
To write my words spontaneously.
I don’t expect you to agree.

Although I am compelled to write.
You’re free to exercise your right
To read or not as you choose to.
Though I confess I hope you do.

I know I can’t please everyone.
That is something that can’t be done
By any writer though they try
A truth no writer can deny.

Your comments are of interest
they spur me on to do my best.
We can agree to disagree
on which is best quite easily.

A poet must choose poetry.
But other writers are quite free.
to share their thoughts written in prose
Because they choose to I suppose.

If you should doubt my competence.
I will not choose to take offence.
You are entitled to your view
Please remember I am too

Sunday,02 May 2010
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Freedom. Ivorian sonnet

Because some people disagree
about the rules of poetry.
There’ll always be some argument.
Nobody can define the rules
which leads to widespread discontent.
Some cannot understand it seems,
that every poet has the right.
To choose the way they share their dreams
in any form they choose to write.
I say each poet should be free
to write the way they want to write.
In metered verse with rhyming schemes
or try some new experiment.
No one can dictate how you write.

Wednesday,16 June 2010
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Tutorial for David de Santis

I read some poetry today
by long dead poets from the past,
which I enjoyed I have to say.
Their golden words were meant to last
.
Though they long since returned to dust.
The legacy they left behind
for poetry students is a must.
It is as if they were designed.

To act as templates we can use
as we learn to write poetry
It would be foolish to refuse
to benefit from history.

So find a poet you admire
from the past or present day
You might just find his works inspire
you to write a different way.

Experiment with every kind,
free form, free verse, formality
then in due course you’re sure to find
which one of these is your forte

The time you spend to learn the rules
is one investment you must make
Like any trade you need the tools,
Before you can attempt to make

your claim to be a master bard.
The road to fame is long and hard
with very little cash reward.
you have to try, no one is barred.

30-May-08

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Who trains Who? for friend Bob

My human thinks he’s training me.
A fault that’s common to the breed
Though he is learning gradually
So I pretend to let him lead.

It is great fun to see him try
to understand each new command
Although sometimes I wonder why
he is so slow to understand.

I haven’t had him very long
I must remember he’s a man
To try and rush him would be wrong.
I ‘m sure he does the best he can.

I take him for a walk each day
make sure he gets his exercise
I need to teach him not to stray.
He doesn’t seem to realise.

That I’m in charge he’s rather slow
but then of course he’s just a man
You can’t expect a man to know
as much as any canine can.

26/04/2009
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Evolution

Long, long ago as poets know.
A sonnet was a little song
without rules you had to follow.
There was no way you could go wrong.
Petrarch invented a fixed form
and then Will Shakespeare altered it.
Both are accepted as the norm
although they vary quite a bit.
Since Will most poets had a try
to write a sonnet in their way.
The hide bound purists can't deny
there’s many sonnet forms today.
Like any art fine poetry
evolves and improves constantly.

28-Nov-08

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We are not amused for M lady Mary Gordley

I cannot sleep the whole night through.
My muse will not allow me to
when she commands I must obey.
I wish she’d take a holiday.

She thinks that sleeping is a crime
she does not sleep so why should I.
A complete and utter waste of time.
Which I could better occupy

by sitting at my desk to write
instead of lazing in my bed.
I think she thinks she has the right.
She just ignores all I have said.

Some folks complain of writers block
whilst I have writers Diarrhoea
My muse would hide beneath a rock
if she could not supply ideas.

Which I must translate into verse
to demonstrate her eloquence
She views my fatigue as perverse;
of very little consequence.

An active muse can be a curse
I sometimes wish she’d stay away
To have no muse would be much worse
I just give in do it her way.

5-Jun-08

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Am I prejudiced?

I am a slave to poetry.

I do not wish to be set free
a willing prisoner happily.

Constrained by strict parameters.
Which form the rules for formal verse,
to discipline I’m not averse.

Though modernists all claim to be
Poets. I find I can’t agree.
Their work has small appeal for me.
I can’t commit to memory

One single piece of free form verse.
In my opinion even worse
they are deliberately perverse.

Delighting in obscurity
contemptuous of clarity.

Yet still they claim it’s poetry.

9-Oct-07

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Ebenezer Shillingtree.R.I.P

I sit and muse amongst the tombs.
Only disturbed by sonic booms
as fighter planes pass overhead.
A noise enough to wake the dead.
The dead do not agree with me.
Continue sleeping peacefully.
Planes interrupt my train of thought
I cannot get the peace I sought
I seek peace in this cemetery
So I can write my poetry
The dead don’t question what I do.
Perhaps they might do if they knew.
Their headstones can inspire me
I use their strange names shamelessly.

18-May-08

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Fashions are a passing phase for friend Jon London

I read your words with greatest care
and try to see your point of view
Although sometimes I must declare
I find it difficult to do.

I hesitate to criticise.
Aware the fault may lie with me.
Nor dare I offer you advice.
You might resent it bitterly.

The messages you try to send
to me lack simple clarity
I cannot see what you intend.
It makes no sense at all to me.

Your random thoughts lack coherence
They’re neither poetry nor prose.
An unintended consequence
of fashions changing I suppose.

The way that poetry is taught
in schools and colleges today.
They do not know although they ought.
Anything goes is not the way.

Most modern so called poetry
can only be poetic prose
Although it’s written beautifully
Opinions differ I suppose.

I’ll stick to formal poetry
Perhaps I need the discipline
that rhyme and meter gives to me.
And free form verse I will decline.

2-Feb-09

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Dragons Teeth.

We know: We’ve seen it all before.
Devastation, desolation
the aftermath of modern war.

Although it shocks us to the core
It recalls to our attention.
We know: we’ve seen it all before.

We have chosen to ignore
Lack of valid information
The aftermath of modern war

To us it’s just another chore
needing little explanation.
We know: We’ve seen it all before

There is no way we can
restore any kind of cultivation.
The after math of modern war.

Still danger lies for evermore
unexploded ammunition.
The aftermath of modern war.
We know: We’ve seen it all before.

Sunday,28 November 2010
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Totally Biased

I do not often write free form
to me it is not poetry.
Freely admit my prejudice
I think it’s just a passing phase
Although I can appreciate
poetic and well written prose
This does not make it poetry
When I consult my dictionary
it makes it very clear to me.
All writing must be one of those
It can’t be both at he same time.
Prose poetry cannot exist
an obvious oxymoron
Though modern writer still insist
that what they write is poetry
.It may be really beautiful
and well presented on the page
but definitely not poetry.
Why can they not be satisfied
with their well written thoughts in prose.
Why do they call it poetry
a dandelions not a rose.
Its meter defines poetry
it doesn’t even need to rhyme.
Even free verse had its rules
but writers seem to think today
There are no rules anything goes.
I nail my colours to the mast
Not afraid to let my bias show.

31-Jan-08

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Mutual antipathy.

Mutual antipathy

monotetra

I cannot say with certainty
that I am right though I might be.
You have the right to disagree.
I will consider carefully
the reasons that you offer me.
As to why you can’t agree.
I think that very possibly
there’s little possibility
That you will ever agree with me
You can’t admit that I might be
correct. Because you dislike me.
You are not thinking logically
I cannot claim with honesty
that I am quite prejudice free.
I don’t like you, you don’t like me.
At least on that we can agree.

Sunday,01 August 2010
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Two schools of thought.

.

The lady chose to take offence
Although I said she wrote fine prose
She may not know the difference
between poetry and prose

She thought that she wrote poetry
But what she wrote was free form prose.
I offered no apology
It was not my fault that she chose.

Not to learn the basic rules
defining prose and poetry
Two very different writing schools
in which to show your artistry.

The so called experts can’t agree
and coined the term poetic prose.
Though writing cannot possible
be classed as poetry and prose.

If it’s not metered it is prose
no matter how poetical.
But you’re entitled to compose.
Fine prose and call it poetry.

Though I suggest respectfully
you should be proud of writing prose.
As some do most successfully.
But it was poetry I chose

Thursday,11 March 2010
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Unwritten for C.P.Sharma

I bought a new anthology
of poems from the First World War.
I offer no apology
The poetry filled me with awe.

To understand that tragedy
could inspire young poets to write.
Poetry of such great beauty.
To read it is a sacred rite.

I have a strange affinity
with young men cut down in their prime
Who made their mark on history
describing hell in metered rhyme.

I am forced to wonder what
they might have written but could not.

18/05/2009
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Absolute Necessity

Absolute necessity

Is poetry a luxury or one of life’s necessities?
I have to read, I have to write poetry a pure delight.
Other poets inspire me.Exploring the variety
of forms and styles that I can find, serves to stimulate my mind.
I do not claim to be the best I am just one amongst the rest
of poets posting on the net. Who you remember or forget.
Is poetry a luxury the answer must be NO from me.
To some it seems a waste of time to other folks it is sublime.
You are quite free to make your choice. But I will always raise my voice.
Applauding poets who can write fine poetry that brings delight,
Uplift the hearts of other men, more power to the poet’s pen.

27/07/2009
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A matter of choice for M'Lady Indira

Some take their writing seriously
Whilst others are just dilettantes
Though my muse states imperiously,
that I must write the way she wants

The duties writers undertake
are manifold and various.
They have to write make no mistake
on subjects light or serious.

They know it is their duty to
deflate the self important fools.
Who in their ignorance pursue
a vain attempt to scrap all rules.

Discard the lessons of the past.
Insisting anything will do.
A fashion I am sure wont last
when readers can compare it to.

Fine verse that stood the test of time.
The glories of formality
by masters of meter and rhyme.
Which they left for posterity.

Though I concede all have the right,
to write in any way they choose.
To some free form is sheer delight.
All down to taste I must suppose.

26-Jul-08
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Who stands with me?

True poets write in meter.
Not because they think it’s neater
but because the flow is sweeter
When their words are read aloud
as they perform before the crowd.
Their poems pass the acid test.

Prose writers do not choose to rhyme.
They see it as a waste of time.
Although their word choice is sublime.
Without meter it is prose,
not poetry as they suppose.
Their definition I contest.

Poetic prose it’s plain to see.
Can not be classed as poetry.
I can accept you disagree.
I know I have a biased view
I think I am entitled to
Decide which one I like the best.

I choose meter every time
Preferably with lines that rhyme.
I find such poetry sublime.
Though I enjoy well written prose.
Each to his own I must suppose
So write the way that suits you best.

I am old fashioned I admit
and not one whit ashamed of it.
I do not find rules inhibit.
Free expression of my views
They merely mean I have to choose
the words that will express them best

Free form, free verse, poetic prose.
Are methods other writers chose
as being fit for their purpose.
To rebel against fixed form.
Which was regarded as the norm.
Just to be different from the rest.

But fashions change and now free form
Must be regarded as the norm.
I see no reason to conform.
I choose to write my poetry
In the old way that pleases me.
A lonely voice raised in protest.

The wheel of fate will slowly turn
Metered poetry will return
and well deserved plaudits earn.
I hope I live to see the day.
when classic poets can display.
That fixed forms can outshine the rest.

Monday,06 December 2010
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Wordpower for Bro J.T.Early

It was as a schoolboy he
became entranced by poetry
He loved the rhythm and the rhyme
which made his words keep to strict time.

His talent was quite natural
although it was unusual.
He understood instinctively,
what was and was not poetry.

He learnt with words he could command
although he did not understand.
That he was casting potent spells
which tapped into the deepest wells

of other folks experience.
But as he grew in confidence.
In time he came to realise.
His childhood choice had been most wise

and that by mastering poetry.
He’d also mastered wizardry,
he held the power to bless or curse
just by the power of his verse.

He chose to use his power for good
as any decent poet would.
So he confined his wizardry
where it belonged to poetry.

Remember poets when you write
it is your duty to delight
to educate and entertain
and never to another’s bane.

10-Jul-08

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Interdependence for MY Lady Irene

I go where my lady goes.
Because I need her I suppose
I need her more than she needs me.
Though doubtless she would not agree.
Where she is you will find me
because that’s where I want to be.
We have achieved togetherness
Our partnerships a great success
For I need her and she needs me
for us it works efficiently
A mutual dependency which binds
us but still leaves us free.
To act as independently
as we feel any need to be.

4-Aug-08

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There's nothing There! ! for M lady Ernestine

She rules the roost behind the scenes.
Although her husband wears the jeans.
She lets him show he is the boss
but there are lines he dare not cross.

For all his manly macho show
she knows it’s only bravado.
More importantly so does he
which he accepts apparently.

He knows quite well who’s in control
but still he plays his public role.
She treats him deferentially
whilst there’s an audience to see.

Like any man who’s seen the light.
He knows that she is always right.
Her slightest wish is his command
which isn’t hard to understand.

He’s not the tough guy he appears
She has been training him for years.
He knows: She knows, he knows she knows
His public image is a pose.
1-Jun-08

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