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Another year older!

Oh woe, I woke up today,

Granted a good thing,anyway,

I looked in the mirror and seemed the same,

Slightly creased and crumpled, hair a tatty mane,

My angst,  is mostly due to the  fact,

I aged a whole year in the night, a really unfair attack,

Birthdays are often fun,

More especially, when we are young,

I can’t quite celebrate, like the New Year,

Will make an effort later though, let’s be clear,

Checked again,face looks very much the same,

Grinning now, deciding to play life’s game,

Using my new perfume, designed for the rebellious girl,

Up and at life,  age is a label, new avenues to unfurl,

With age comes wisdom  (some of the time),

I am maturing like  a fine red wine,

Or maybe a piece of maturing cheese,

But staying youthful if you please,

That sneaky added year, that arrived in the night,

Will not change things without a fight.

Walking out

Every dream you promised me

Drew me close, then misery

Your words were seductive don’t you see.

You took my heart and held it safe

I gave my trust, to an inventive knave

My first mistake, I can vouchsafe.

Those carefully crafted  lies of yours

Drew me in, closed other doors

You locked my heart, that gave me pause.

You buried that key, and pulled me low

I was drowning in your undertow

You swore to never let me go.

My will was sapped, your wiles were strong

This warped existence , became life’s song

I need the strength  to right the wrong.

From the dirt ,the key I hold, now I just need,to be bold

Without a doubt, I am walking out, you lost your hold

Your seductive schemes just leave me cold.

The key of the gods

Far back in time, a kingdom flourished,

Its ruler fair and benign, he sat upon 

a gilded throne, his acumen divine,

Until the day he sent his knights, on an

 inadvertent crime,where they stole the key

 to the vault of the Gods, on a raid for  special wine.

Far back in time, a kingdom flourished,

Its ruler fair and benign, he sat upon 

a gilded throne, his acumen divine,

Until the time of the wrath of the gods, 

when chaos ruled  all time, the key to the vault

went missing, a regular paradigm.

Far back in time, a kingdom flourished,

Its ruler fair and benign, he sat upon 

a gilded throne, his acumen divine,

He sent his subjects searching in deserts,

Far and wide, the key is buried in the dirt,

The king  is  totally frantic he even built a shrine.

Far back in time, a kingdom flourished,

Its ruler fair and benign, he sat upon 

a gilded throne, his acumen divine,

Until the day of the catastrophic event,

That wiped his kingdom out, and spread destruction

From the Gods, the volcano was a sign.

Far back in time, a kingdom flourished,

Its ruler fair and benign, he sat upon 

a gilded throne, his acumen divine,

Now archeologists explore the land, 

Thy search for treasure all,  one digs in the dirt

and brings out a key,  hear the king repine.

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The poem was written in response to the above photo prompt

Meme…You promised

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If wishes could come true

If wishes could come true

I would wish we could escape

Into an eternity, where nobody could rue

Our suitability, our ability to stay the course and win

Where we were free, to laugh, love and exist, with no debate

I would wish for ever lasting happiness, where we could grow together

Free from the constrictions of convention

If wishes could come true.

Circle of influence

New Love

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Gossamer wings

You brushed my life, with gossamer wings

Introduction

versemeter

In this blog I aim to provide a fairly comprehensive description and exploration of iambic pentameter from the ground up, in simple, easy to follow segments.

We will progress from what is meant by ‘iamb’ and ‘pentameter’, to what defines ‘stress’, to different types of ‘feminine ending’, to simple variant ‘feet’ (a ‘foot’ being the smallest possible metrical component), to the ‘figures’ formed by combinations of feet, to ‘displaced beats’, to the interplay of rising and falling rhythms, to more unusual variations, to looking at how to deliver certain lines that may not appear to be metrical, and then onto exploring meter in more extended passages of verse, starting with Sonnet 1 (which is as far as I’ve got so far!). I also provide a separate glossary, which you can refer back to at any point along the way! (In this, and all future posts, you can click on any word highlighted…

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