http://literarydevices.net/half-rhyme/
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
– Those dying generations – at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
(W. B. Yeats, “Sailing to Byzantium”)
https://www.verywell.com/how-to-create-social-support-in-your-life-3144955
I phoned the Samaritans tonight and they said,
All our agents are busy now.Please try again later.
So I have tied a big knot in the rope.
Like the words of a liar
Like the demons in a midnight sewer
We’ve all tried ,in our way, not to be.
Like the girls who despair
Like wet wood in a midnight fire
We have tried many ways not to see
Like the twists of all liars
Like a hank of midnights dire
We have tried and have failed to set free.
Like St Joan in the fire
Like an old lag in a prison cure
I have tried, in my way, not to flee
Like the words of a liar
Like a drunk in a midnight sewer
We have tried ,in our way. not to be.
The USA have opted out of respiration.
For too long, they worried on
Don’t breathe for them,Carolina
“Enhance” truth to the ends above
A hard pain’s gonna wail.
[The hard pane’s writ in braille.]
Life is what happens when reason’s making other demands.
My sweet bard.Realty wanna owe you.
Wednesday mourning.
Plenty pain is in my tears from out my eyes.
Lover,lover ,who to bother?
Kyrie Eleison,Greek won’t save the Union.
Did Jesus have a rabid twister?
Beware of Jung’s pearls
A Freudian slip brings up lingerie profit.Thanks, Mark
Facebook helped The Knave in and out
Leonard Cohen died
Ronald Trump rose
Leonard Cohen mused
Ronald Trump lied
They’ll be singing in heaven
They’ll be singing in hell.
Hineni, Hineni
Sing for your soul
Oh, Jesus Christ died
And he rose as well.
That story’s better
An idiot can tell.
Were we misled
And the devils all yelled
Gotchya all,babies.
The whole world is hell.
Well,does it get better
Does it get worse?
Europe is shattered
By a serial curse.
30 million people
Killed by the King
Hitler and Stalin
How can we sing?
Russia is moving
America’s bust.
Keep hold of your spirits
Let the children out first.
The instinct for death
The instinct for life
Keep your card handy
You can’t use it twice.
I got a message which looks very real but the email header shows an IP address in Indianapolis.So beware
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.
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?
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, 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!
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).
