He writes  like an iron bic-ed amateur
He is ill,but literate
A new EU law says women must wear bikinis in Tesco’s or  wrestle with unarmed policemen in the Forum.Which do you prefer?
She is literate and beautifully formed
He’s reads swell in any  form
I never like to show off my sun  gnats.They bite the hand that wrote them
It’s the Sybillines that count
Make sure you do  writhe all day to start with
There’s no such thing as a poetic horse.
Remember stress is useful in poetry only
She has a very worried accent.
She asked me was I   very foreign.I said I was about  two standard abbreviations from the mean.And by golly,they are very mean
Don’t bother about Eugenie’s ass
If you can read and write you can  learn a lot of bad things and pass them on to cause more harm and sin

As heavy blankets hurt my tender joints
So bills unpaid weigh on my    flattened heart
And tasks I can’t complete  to  hell do point
And darkness does my soul  long time assault

Yet to the innocent who pass me by
These  black demonic ills are hard to see
And  though I trudge they seem to think I fly
While my heart sinks and soon no more will be.

What  being will caress my tender limbs
And soften muscles now as hard as steel?
What  human arm will drag me from the rim
Of well so deep its waters have congealed?

And yet  my vision may deceive  as guide
Blind fantasy sees mice  as lions wild.

Her grief so palpable ,it seems to speak
Her  vocal chords once  soft are stiff and pained
Her  face   deep hurt,. her body taut yet  weak
Her grief so palpable , ah,  please,please   speak
Ill tempered men have   pleasured in her shrieks
Yet  when such   grief ‘s  been   tempered and refined
The  vocal cords might be   enjoyed again
Her grief so palpable  .  why  don’t we speak?
Her body  bends, we should have taken pains

https://www.theguardian.com/culture/2012/feb/03/jacqueline-rose-life-writing

https://connecthook.wordpress.com/2012/03/08/washed-up-and-hung-on-the-line-to-dryden/

A

B

A (repeat first line)

a (rhymes with first line)

b (rhymes with second line)

A (repeat first line)

B (repeat second line)

The summer weighs us down with sullen  heat

Even cats and dogs  sit still as stones

Gone are early flowers with fragrance sweet

The summer weighs us down with sullen  heat

The hot flagstones return my angry beat
As people  scurry by ears to their phones.

The summer weighs us down with sullen  heat

Even cats and dogs  sit still as stones

The Langdale Pikes are   fearsome to dead hens
Whose feet are used to  engraved  golden  roads
The Langdale Pikes are fearsome unless penned
But from  the heights  you cannot see a toad.

Though mountains  can allure us like a  whore
They cast  huge shadows   onto Network Rail
You cannot tell  a  sculpture,je t’adore
Despite  the  surplus in next Winter’s  Tails

They  test  my soul  with   glue  like a quagmire
One has  to have a head  and a big ass
Sheep   prefer the  local  red-haired deer
Who rescue them when  donkeys  miss the path

Should we learn to    lose our  fear of light
From  the peak we   see all  human blight

https://poemshape.wordpress.com/2009/04/17/why-do-poets-write-iambic-pentameter/

Extract:

The Fall of Iambic Pentameter

By the end of the Victorian Era (1837-1901), and in the hands of the worst poets, Iambic Pentameter had become little more than an exercise in filling-in-the-blanks. The rules governing the meter were inflexible and predictable. It was time for a change. The poet most credited with making that change is Ezra Pound. Whether or not Pound was, himself, a great poet, remains debatable. Most would say that he was not. What is indisputable is his influence on and associations with poets who were great or nearly great: Yeats, T.S. Eliot (whose poetry he closely edited), Frost, William Carlos Williams, Marriane Moore. It was Pound who forcefully rejected the all too predictable sing-song patterns of the worst Victorian verse, who helped initiate the writing of free verse among English speaking poets. And the free verse that Pound initiated has become the indisputably dominant verse form of the 20th century and 21st century, more pervasive and ubiquitous than any other verse form in the history of English Poetry – more so than all metrical poems combined. While succeeding generations during the last 100 years, in one way or another, have rejected almost every element of the prior generation’s poetics, none of them have meaningfully questioned their parents’ verse form. The ubiquity and predictability of free verse has become as stifling as Iambic Pentameter during the Victorian era.

But not all poets followed Pound’s lead.

A wonderful thing happened. With the collapse of the Victorian aesthetic, poets who still wrote traditional poetry were also freed to experiment. Robert Frost, William Butler Yeats, E.E. Cummings,Wallace Stevens all infused Iambic Pentameter with fresh ideas and innovations. Stevens, Frost and Yeats stretched the meter in ways that it hadn’t been stretched since the days of the Elizabethan and Jacobean Dramatists. Robert Frost’s genius for inflection in speech was greatly enhanced by his anapestic variant feet. His poems, The Road Not Taken, and Birches both exhibit his innovative use of anapests to lend his verse a more colloquial feel. The links are to two of my own posts.

T.S. Eliot interspersed passages of free verse with blank verse.

Wallace Stevens, like Thomas Middleton, pushed Iambic Pentameter to the point of dissolution. But Stevens’ most famous poem, The Idea of Order at Key West, is elegant blank verse – as skillfully written as any poem before it.

Yeats also enriched his meter with variant feet that no Victorian poet would have attempted. His great poem,Sailing to Byzantium, is written in blank verse, as is The Second Coming.

Yeats, Frost, Stevens, Eliot, Pound all came of age during the closing years of the Victorian Era. They carry on the tradition of the last 500 years, informed by the innovations of their contemporaries. They were the last. Poets growing up after the moderns have grown up in a century of free verse. As with all great artistic movements, many practitioners of the new free-verse aesthetic were quick to rationalize their aesthetic by vilifying the practitioners of traditionalpoetry. Writers of metrical poetry were accused (and still are) of anti-Americanism (poetry written in meter and rhyme were seen as beholden to British poetry),  patriarchal oppression (on the baseless assertion that meter was a male paradigm),  of moral and ethical corruption. Hard to believe? The preface to Rebel Angels writes:

One of the most notorious attacks upon poets who have the affrontery to use rhyme and meter was Diane Wakoski’s essay, “The New Conservatism in American Poetry” (American Book Review, May-June 1986), which denounced poets as diverse as John Holander, Robert Pinsky, T.S. Eliot, and Robert Frost for using techniques Wakoski considered Eurocentric. She is particularly incensed with younger poets writing in measure.

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/how-read-poem-0

Williams admits in these lines that poetry is often difficult. He also suggests that a poet depends on the effort of a reader; somehow, a reader must “complete” what the poet has begun.

I empathise  with   ladies  in great need
Though I prefer a cape   where  they like coats
But I have got a crutch and cannot  speed
Nor can I with my smartphone  walk and read
But shall I  help the blind to  lose their creeds?
In my hand I carry a large tote
Full of silken scarves and  hearts that bleed

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/why-i-write

“If you want to write, or really to create anything, you have to risk falling on your face. How much easier to sit back and snipe at the efforts of yourself and others. How sophisticated you can become, your own contribution unimpeachable, because it does not exist. Sometimes insightful, always acute, the inner critic can become your closest literary friend, the one who tells you the truth, the one who makes you laugh at yourself and punctures your delusions.”

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