 Notes may be deemed worthy of interest
Gather rich rhyme schemes while you may,
poor verse sounds trite, found trying,
bare bones which weigh hot air today,
fuss fast forgot, dust flying.
Keep open mind, reap muse enshrined
in harmony delightful,
voice words refined, choice tale unwind,
flee far from falsehoods frightful.
Who seeks escape from nightshade drape
of worldly woes surrounding,
for Good Hope Cape should verses shape
bright images abounding.
Who prose would name as verse to shame
puts poetry well written,
‘I came, became, on fate poured blame’
prosaic sounds, though smitten.
Watch well words’ worth as sadness, mirth,
steer different directions,
chalk, cheese, from birth to final berth
deserving diverse sections.
True verse is craft whose sunbeam shaft,
uncanny angle finding,
appears witchcraft, its beauty’s haft
trite terran cares unwinding.
Where there’s a clash ‘twixt muse and cash,
cacophany unmuzzled
at best is brash, discordant crash:
prose poetry ? we’re puzzled
although ‘tis true constrictive view
some take of form, tradition,
seek freedoms new, provoke, askew
much feels, lacks erudition.
Unscanned prose blanks are verse ? - no thanks !
taste ‘modern’ schools forgetting
turn sink word banks not ballast tanks,
speak pique, bleak blanket setting.
Who would adorn wild weed as corn
phrase poorly planned, prosaic,
weaves white leaves torn, from honour shorn,
miss musical mosaic.
Most writing prose metamorphose
from magic mariposa
to worm verse rose may blight, soft glows
from firefly douse sub rosa.
Mistrust beliefs fixed fast, fig-leaf
for bigots narrow-minded
worms far beneath contempt to grief
soon come unwept, self-blinded.
Soar far beyond past poets' bond
ignore crass trendy jargon
on which Time's wand, wind waves, scarce fond,
who now remembers Sargon ?
Avoid rants vain in ‘free’ complain,
where cliché beckons ever
for down fame’s drain lame poured they’re pain,
rap knuckles, rarely clever.
Rhymed lines are best with wit and zest
spontaneous combining,
close prose shop, blessed though critics pest,
spit[e] puny money whining.
None need be coy, fun run enjoy
at humor aim, shun fame,
tweak, twinkle, chime, join sense to rhyme,
Time sickles fickle flame.
Author notes
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Sargon former General crowned King of Assyria 722 B.C. died 705 B.C.
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Variations on a theme after Robert Herrick - To the Virgins, to make much of Time
Gather Love’s Petals
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Gather Stashed Chips Up
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Gather Ye Kittens
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Take Your Profits
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To Poets, To Make Much of Rhyme
http://allpoetry.com/poem/5644985
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To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun,
The higher he's a-getting;
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best, which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
Robert HERRICK 1591_1674
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Rhyme Rant on Prose Rants
Prose which with capitals would rant
against pet hate, for favoured cause
is often filled with fatal flaws,
or pays attention far too scant
to harmony, stays ignorant
of rhythm which enhances, draws
skein polychrome. Its pointed jaws
restrict free scope increasing cant,
seldom perceived as elegant.
True poet purity implores
to etch, to sketch, to open doors
upon perspective which prose [r]ant
encounters rarely where it roams
on well trod trails of barren tomes.
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Free Verse - Translation Paul Verlaine Vers Libres see below
I admire all the aims of Free Verse,
‘tis explicit in all that I do
in shaping the stress to converse
with a rhyme-scheme restricted to two.
That I stay with this number is true, -
a linguistic abuse, maybe worse,
how it weighs and encumbers the view! -
but French art needs its aid, though perverse.
Else the Muse would be dumb to a curse,
for to accent, the lingo’s deaf too, -
though what can one do? All’s averse
to fantasy rhyme calls on cue!
May Free Verse’s aims bring joy unto
the young sparks who chance meanings coerce -
whose mental gymnastics’ fun value
is the fire to inspire hopes they’d nurse.
They’re young colts who green pastures traverse
with gravity worthy their virtue,
though mad they’re superb, and no hearse
they’d inherit! Free Verse tempts! You too?
© Jonathan Robin - Poem written 19 June 1991
Translation Paul VERLAINE - Vers Libres Epigrammes
Vers Libres
J’admire l’ambition du Vers Libre, -
Et moi-même que fais-je en ce moment
Que d’essayer d’émouvoir l’équilibre
D’un nombre ayant deux rhythmes seulement?
Il est vrai que je reste dans ce nombre
Et dans la rime, un abus que je sais
Combien il pèse et combien il encombre,
Mais indispensable à notre art français.
Autrement muet dans la poésie,
Puisque le langage est sourd à l’accent.
Qu’y voulez vous faire? Et la fantaisie
Ici perd ses droits: rimer est pressant.
Que l’ambition du Vers Libre hante
De jeunes cerveaux épris de hazards!
C’est l’ardeur d’une illusion touchante.
On ne peut que sourire à leurs écarts.
Gais poulains qui vont gambadant sur l’herbe
Avec une sincère gravité!
Leur cas est fou, mais leur âge est superbe.
Gentil vraiment, le Vers Libre tente!
Paul VERLAINE 1844_1896 Epigrammes see also below
Free Verse Rant against Free Verse Parody Paul Verlaine Vers Libres
I admire all the aims of Free Verse,
In all I write rightly explicit
Regardless of stress and of meter
And with CAPITAL LETTERS to boot.
One onwards plods petty, proasic,
Even worse, with linguistic abuse,
As for spelling, why, rules and times changing,
No core...erections once inked I think fair.
Terpsichore would be dumb could not dance,
Prose to accent and scansion stays deaf,
While to harmony all seems averse
Calls on cue for vain ego's applause.
Free Verse tractor drives, pastures green
Are ploughed to prepare literary
Slums which spurn mental gymnastics
Burning faith in fair future hopes held.
"There is no poetry in money,
No money in poetry" either,
As returns fall returns must increase,
Squeezing readers', booksellers' illusions.
This rant could continue for years
with cadence most messy maintained,
with readership bored into tears ...
Oops ! There's rhyme unintended ! Oh curse !
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Inscription from Free Verse free - RESONATE SCRIPT
R ead rare response in script alliteration
E ase of flow's quintessence with insight
S haring sows, - no picayune tune blight,
O r spilt ink despite modernization,
N or undecided prose pose-pour oration.
A s mannequins, lines anorexic quite
T ry vers libre leaf on verse tree's bright delight
E ach unaware in French 'vers'' true translation
S hows 'stripped' 'line' 'worms''to', 'at', 'round' 'verse' narration.
C oncentrate as resonate wor[l]ds light
R esplendent in their story's glory's flight,
I deas spin through this contest dedication.
P ictures metaphorical employ
T hreads - word bank rich - in stitches this enjoy
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