For DB (Divorce Bard).
With generosity of time and care
He teaches her about the things he knows.
Such as a couplet is a rhyming pair
And how a sonnet ought to be composed.
Iambic pentameter is the key
With accents, syllables and scansion too.
It seems a huge and baffling mystery
But bit by bit he gives a hint. A clue.
“It helps to tap your fingers on the desk
To count the syllables and hear the beat.
For some this seems bizarre and quite grotesque
But listen hard and count along. It’s sweet!”
A teacher true who cares for flawless rhyme
I thank you friend for giving me your time.
Words K A Little 2011
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I know! I know! But where is the Volta?
I saw it dance away with John Travolta!
he is a sweetie.
rated with hugs
I wonder how many other wonderful words we can find to describe our DB. Keep 'em coming everyone!
doll, sweetie, an inspiration....
Smiling more!
You will be a better student than I'll ever be. I am completely rhythm-less, in paper or otherwise. You should watch me trying a Latin dance. Utter failure.
"Iambic pentameter is the key"
but its pretty hard to fit that in!! Great job and I agree,DB is a.....let's see....good friend.
Vanessa: Oh, lordy! You have me smiling big time with that picture of you trying to Latin dance! But I somehow think I would be in awe of you even if you think you don't have rhythm. Thank you for smiles today though!
And boy, oh boy, he is "a friend" indeed!
anna1: I am so glad you like it. And, yes, I find such a joy in DB's poetry too! It had become a habit for me to read him each night but thank goodness we still have last year's pieces to keep us going!
Michelle: Thank you, Michelle. DB is "a talent" for sure! A very, very talented man I tend to think!
Matt: LOL! I'm not sure what DB might think of the "doll" bit either but hopefully he'll smile! Thanks for kind words ... I know this is not up to DB's standard ... he's got a bit of a way to go with this student!
Mary Ann: G'day, mate!!!! I returned and read. Yes, Australia is indeed a beautiful and diverse country and Oprah, I think, totally fell in love with it and us (too cute) Aussies! ; )
I couldn't agree more! Your poem here is outstanding, Little Kate!
What a great way to give richly deserved props to Divorce Bard.
Good show, mate!
Lezlie
I've got rhythm! ... Who could ask for anything more!
Thank you for such lovely words! I appreciate them but it's DB who rocks for sure!
♥
Now if only I could play a note it might help my poor poet's heart.
But in my case, I have to say ... "There! All of the pieces fit (after I've cut off a few edges and jammed 'em in there!) and it sounds nearly wonderful!" A work in progress!
pastvoices: Hammer and chisel? LOL!!! That's what I feel like I'm doing sometimes ... trying to chip of a bit here and hammer that in there! It all makes me appreciate just how amazing DB is to have done this type of thing every day for 12 months!
Helvetica Stone: I'm glad you liked it and I appreciative very much that you read and leave a comment. Honestly, thank you.
At 3PM Harp's Friend passed along somewhere.
Harp's Friends not in an actual sore body frame.
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Well.
Life's brief.
Lawyers wear briefs.
They smell up court.
Sometimes we get ill.
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Little Kate has a heart.
You teach de' Pedagogy.
You may be a podiatrist.
One day Green Pea died
Ay Mr Green Pea Pod's?
His analyst don't do quit.
Fool self-loathe project.
Pride make Ya get nuts.
Pea in pod rot in shell?
Some people no in pod.
Their pod gets buried.
Pea not there. Pea off.
Pea soared off to God.
Grave Marker say this`
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No ook for green pod's pea`
Mr Pea Pod is gone rotten.
Dick's and Pod hang in sod.
or,
Fools hide limp carrot.
My best Teachers lately
My two Grand Children.
If I am not feeling so well.
I'll visit at their Farmstead.
They're more fun than peas.
Lawyer teach deceit/hubris.
Something so unbelievable.
They get Dick's penis nature.
Nature lie to de' limp parsnip.
Cheney loves Bush and murder.
They bomb drone and teach ills.
What self-loathing wastrel wench.
There are actually none who respect!
Dick Cheney's gang of thugs no self-respect!
These are classic fools who no get no respect!
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Butt sniffer cuddle up and sniff nasty undies.
These ill-conceived snakes in pits get booted.
No honest human actually respects thug fools.
Put Dick ilk in cold boxes of limp red-top turnip.
See fools who suck up to foolish fool. No Respect?
How can a human being not see! See! Why respect?
Why should any depraved person assume respect?
Why respect fools who have lawyer's stinky briefs?
apology
Gaud O my?
Ma Ma help?
Ya no wimp!
cheerleader?
Ma Ma's nice.
Mom say hush.
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Get into haiku.
shut Ya fat lips!
I marry malady!
Find me a woman?
She can be Rabbi?
Teach me to cook? Seek world renowned hungry hugger from Australia. Pronto?
I wrapped myself up with two comforters, and a wool blanker. I Opened my Window.
I ain't turning this gadget on tomorrow unless there is Mr Stetson teaching a AA blog class.
He use to be Mean Mr. Mustard who grew yellow flax (not Fay Paxton. She sophisticated. Mr. Mustard has red freckles from Wild Turkey Piles of raw dung manure.
It's a breeze to be booted @ Salon.
Just spread a few kind ideas @ Salon.
I get outta here someday to grow flax.
Yellow mustard. Flax seed. Mary Gold.
no be pissed? blame moon. Moon Grin.
Moon said stop loitering in bedrooms.
I'll go back and breath Moonbeam air.
... "breathe moonbeam air" brings a lovely image to my mind. Oh dear ... I am an absolute and hopeless romantic!!!!
Little Kate has a heart .. YES! But no, I am not a podiatrist!
Kate, the way I remember it was that you asked me a couple of questions, I answered them, and then you came back with a fully-bloomed sonnet. I have a feeling that after I spent a few minutes counting your syllables, you spent some HOURS writing -- so really now, what was it I did?
You, and everyone here, are very thoughtful. Thank you for this lovely post.
I am working like crazy, trying to assure a lot of room for writing, come February 1. I miss it. Thanks for the encouragement.
p.s. I've found that the volta will arise spontaneously in a sonnet about loss, or fear, or disappointment. The hard stuff churns up more flavors.
I've read you here for months now and admired your writing. I was inspired by you and tried to understand some of the more formal forms of poetry and iambic pentameter because of you.
A little encouragement with those silly little couplets I would write in my comments to your posts, kept me going! I'm grateful too that you took the time to encourage me to try a triolet. And, yes, that you took the time to write to me about Mendelssohn ... well, I am very grateful for your kindness and teaching in relation to music too!
So here, I just want to say thank you dear Bard ... thank you for teaching me and encouraging me ... even though you might not have known just how much I was learning from you ... you were indeed teaching me.
I just hope this one gets a "Pass"!
rated with love
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