P.C?

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The problem seems to me that we were supposed to be  politically correct and so not give voice to things like racism and speaking about women is an  offensive way.But like many imposed solutions it didn’t work very well as it merely hid how some people,mainly  white men, really felt.The change would have to come from a deeper place. and take longer to  become genuine.And women are partly to blame for marrying rich men merely to get access to wealth.We do need  men who are willing to support a family should they choose to have one,but not to go or the richest  men around  who  will be very dominant.

Can he be kind?

Is the demagogue  a demi-god?
Are anxieties eased by  backing  fools?
What will he next  use as his new rod?
With what connections will he  come to rule?

Democracy’s not served by baying mobs.
Yet how can such a man have risen high?
Seems almost like a robbery,  smash and grab.
His friends have altered truth till it now lies.

We tremble, wondering what the future holds.
We shudder , wondering who will bear the pains.
And is there something odd in lies so bold?
What   folly gave him  powers he wished to gain?

We live from hour to hour   with saddened minds
For to the poor and lost ,can he be kind?

The path

As I walk this  path edged by  thin trees
I see  a mile  of fields all ripe with wheat
Despite the heat, I feel a gentle breeze.

I like to sit by trees ,in summer heat.
The leaves make little fans lit up by sun
So shaded by the trees I love to meet.

I like to greet my friends,  just one by one
I like to share but not  to    yell and fight
Then conversation deep can linger on.

In winter there’s a different, slanted light
It makes long  shadows  from  the trees  stretch out
There’s sharper  contrast,  black  encounters white.

What is this world when nature cannot shout
Her signals are emitted but ignored
A politician now is  more a lout.

On Dover Beach ,great waves roar to the shore
Just as Arnold wrote  so long ago
But what’s transmitted worries me far more.

The tyrant in the USA’s another  blow
His emblem  is ingratitude or gore
From this election who knows what will grow?

 
What fools we are to  ravage  and to tear
What aggressive acts  must all now bear?
As I walk the   path edged by  live trees
Despite the heat, my soul and body freeze

Who Never Lost by Emily Dickinson

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Who never lost, are unprepared
A Coronet to find!
Who never thirsted
Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!

Who never climbed the weary league –
Can such a foot explore
The purple territories
On Pizarro’s shore?

How many Legions overcome –
The Emperor will say?
How many Colors taken
On Revolution Day?

How many Bullets bearest?
Hast Thou the Royal scar?
Angels! Write “Promoted”
On this Soldier’s brow!

Look, Stranger by Auden

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    Look, stranger, on this island now
The leaping light for your delight discovers,
Stand stable here
And silent be,
That through the channels of the ear
May wander like a river
The swaying sound of the sea.
Here at a small field’s ending pause
Where the chalk wall falls to the foam and its tall ledges
Oppose the pluck
And knock of the tide,
And the shingle scrambles after the suck-
-ing surf, and a gull lodges
A moment on its sheer side.Far off like floating seeds the ships
Diverge on urgent voluntary errands,
And this full view
Indeed may enter
And move in memory as now these clouds do,
That pass the harbour mirror
And all the summer through the water saunter

Discover the different types of rhyme

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http://www.dailywritingtips.com/types-of-rhyme/

 

Slant Rhymes (sometimes called imperfect, partial, near, oblique, off etc.)
Rhyme in which two words share just a vowel sound (assonance – e.g. “heart” and “star”) or in which they share just a consonant sound (consonance – e.g. “milk” and “walk”). Slant rhyme is a technique perhaps more in tune with the uncertainties of the modern age than strong rhyme. The following example is also from Seamus Heaney’s “Digging” :

Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun

 

Eye Rhymes
Rhyme on words that look the same but which are actually pronounced differently – for example “bough” and “rough”. The opening four lines of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18, for example, go :

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:

Here, “temperate” and “date” look as though they rhyme, but few readers would pronounce “temperate” so that they did. Beware that pronunciations can drift over time and that rhymes can end up as eye rhymes when they were originally full (and vice versa).