Poetry Exercise 5: Mixed feet

2276 days ago

Two quatrains of standard, eight-syllable iambic tetrameter:

The sounds I hear are manifold
some new to my young ears, some old
one voice easily is heard,
amidst the cacaphony yet

a little bird in trees somewhere
now sings in sweetest voice, hear
the melody caress the wind
and break the noise with silence now.

Two quatrains of alternating iambic tetrameter and trimeter:

and now inside, the sound of fan
that goes in endless rounds
and doing so it may be shows
the endless circles of life.

I tried to live without a shell
but then as Moz did say
I like himself, was bored before began
the rounds of life my own.

Two quatrains of trochaic tetrameter:

Singing shows are running ever on
with no pause except in breaks
which again will carry proudly
ads for other talent shows!

wish I knew when I was little
that talent could be found so cheap
leaving books and notes and chapters
finding talents I would choose.


Rahul Jha

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Poetry Exercise 4: Weak endings, trochaic and pyrrhic subtitutions

2276 days ago

I was able to make quite a bit of progress over the 10 day long trip to my village(probably because I left my laptop back home). Here’s exercise 4; I scored 78, slightly off Stephen’s 106, but respectable I guess. You get 5 points for trochaic/pyrrhic subtitution, 2 for enjambments and 2 for feminine endings. The quality of verse is quite dismal though. I took inspiration, as you’ll no doubt notice, from a tech magazine.

Google has now a car that scans the road
and makes a map of whatever it encounters
announce as if life depends on that
but remember warned you were by his highness

Facebook is causing trouble, mayhem, and
concern amidst a growing population

all passwords have been dropped by dropbox now
a massive glitch in system causes this today

studies reveal usage of web by us
inhabitants of a slow nation, still
we ask to be forgiven day and night.

Apple has got its multi touch in patent
only a matter that concerns the rich

a case that was a landmark case, was lost
by microsoft today or may be not

This is the last of lines to be composed.


Rahul Jha

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Poetry Exercise 3: Enjambments and Caesura

2385 days ago

Here comes the next exercise of “The Ode Less Travelled” (Exercise 2)

End Stopped

Precisely what you see and hear outside your window

a few of what I am attuned to hear,
so few be heard in darkness save police!

Precisely what you’d like to eat, right this minute

even though I just decided not to eat,
I feel a secret urge for ice-cream now.

Precisely what you remember dreaming about

I dreamt of talking loudly with my friend,
but then refused against this time again.

Precisely what incomplete chores are niggling at you

the rent is not deposited in bank,
the tasks are waiting for the kick of life.

Precisely what you hate about your body

my nose is shorter than a pipe of wood,
amazed is anyone who recalls my youth

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With enjambment and caesuras

Precisely what you see and hear outside your window

all silent, suddenly noise, alarms just rang
and broke the lull surrounding us forever.

Precisely what you’d like to eat, right this minute

the ice-cream doubtless now, is only found,
in dreams I made, remembering past events.

Precisely what you remember dreaming about

I spoke, she listened, so I thought during
the time I spoke to self in hushed tones.

Precisely what incomplete chores are niggling at you

the calls are waiting as are cars, and I
am just iterating sleep’s importance loud.

Precisely what you hate about your body

no nose, might suit this face as well, the one
I have been fit does not present a lot.


Rahul Jha

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Poetry exercise 2: Iambic Pentameter

2434 days ago

ast night, I decided to start again on The Ode Less Travelled. It’s a great book by Stephen Fry on prosody.

The first exercise asks you to write 20 lines in the iambic pentameter, here are mine. It’s funny what sort of stuff comes out when you’re thinking only about the meter.

So fast I ran behind the cop, at last,
he fell to ground exploding with a blast

I think to self a difficult thought and then,
for timing music turn to clocks a far

Purchasing air is hardly nice in town,
but prices have to fall in during spring

A sad and cold and circular guitar

I can’t decide supreme advance in time

The best of lot are stupid brats indeed,
and taking turns they clap to songs of war

Atonement seems so hard to grasp because,
I hardly ever listened in grammar class

The wind the same, so are the lights in town,
the same is him in tears and dressing gown

Forget the battles you once pursued with him,
and steal his favorite cookie at lunch today!

The rain is falling hard on me this night

The dragon was defeated now at last

His face became a tragic form because,
a fly was trapped inside his nostrils now

Be brave, be strong against the hardships son,
it takes a while to forget sissy men


Rahul Jha

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