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Don’t Rhyme Your Poems!

She said “Don’t rhyme your poems!”
“Well why forever not?”
I answered flabbergasted
For clearly she’d forgot
The fun and the frivolity
Of mashing up wordplay
To bring about phrases that click
And tick along per se
That bounce along on the paper
And trip right off the tongue
That put a smile on faces of
The old and of the young

A means to convey messages
In flights of fantasy
That teeter on the precipice
So sentimentally
And hop and skip cross neurons
That surge throughout the brain
Much like a trigger pulled to fire
In poetic refrain
Whilst forging easy access
Succinct to memorise
To jolt the hearts and minds of all
In a cunning disguise

Whilst delighting Mr Wernicke
And thrilling Broca too
For rhyme is classless; doesn’t judge
The reader; it is true
And all it asks in sweet return
Is that you dig the beat
Get down with it all chilled; relaxed
Whilst putting up your feet
Without pretence or masquerade
That it is anything more
Than simple undiluted words
That many do adore!

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Jazz

We have a strong tradition of jazz in our family going back the generations and are fortunate to be surrounded by some of the best loved jazz tunes every day playing through the house on either piano or brass.  This poem has tried to syncopate the beat that is jazz whilst attempting to define this much loved genre of music that gets the toes tapping, the emotions racing and souls uplifted.  Written in a simple 4/4 metre, try reading it by emphasising the second and fourth ‘beats’ or syllables to get in the mood!

Syncopation
The novel beat
Improvising
Out in the street
Where rhythm flows
Where notes complete
The jazz we love
A sound so neat

A genre born
In southern state
Of USA
Yet did relate
To African
Music and vibes
Combining blues
From native tribes

And swung notes with
Polyrhythms
The restless sound
The beat of drums
With blast of brass
Piano bright
That jazz that does
Not sleep at night

Spontaneous
Vitality
The beat that taps
The toe through me
Sonority
Great razzmatazz
Innovating
The sound that’s jazz

 

Jazz with Nic Jones courtesy of Ben DJ Photography

Jazz with Nic Jones courtesy of Ben DJ Photography

 

Poetic Metres

And there was me thinking that metres
Were mere measures of the metrical days
But with spoken language they mean something else
Giving weight and push in so many ways

For English is a stress timed language
With variations of stress to impart
Whereas the Chinese and Thai speak quite differently
Using pitch to express from the start

So taking English as an example
The tonic is not a drink in a glass
More so syllables or accents most emphasised
Not the ones that we mutter or pass

But the French take another spin on things
Accentuating each part with an equal stress
So that machine that the English might talk of
Is ma-chine when in French it is dressed

And so the measure of English poetry
Takes syllabic accentuation when written and said
And the rhythm becomes thus more organised
In regular heartbeats called metre instead.