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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A Poetry Riddle

“I have five feet!”
“Five feet you say?”
“Why do you three more
Than me for I have only two
That get me through my day?”

“I have five feet
A beating heart
A pulse that pumps in time
A rhythm that just rocks my feet
To tap the ‘di-dum’ rhyme”

“Now I’m confused”
I say to you
“I’m baffled and perplexed
What thing with feet has more than two
That speaks? Whatever next?”

The Beat

Hey! Get down to the beat
When walking down the street
The beat that strikes out rhythm blues
As heart beat that hits headline news
With constancy repeat

And rock a rate that’s true
But know right what suits you
The boom boom boom along your way
Through arteries and veins each day
That circulate O2

So know your pulse for sure
The knocking at heart’s door
The dub dub dub that you can hear
Or feel pulsating oh so clear
For heart health and much more

Heart beat (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

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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.