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Audiendus
Posted: Monday, May 13, 2013 7:43:18 PM
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Iambic Squares

Write a poem consisting of four 4-line stanzas in iambic dimeter (i.e. 4 syllables per line, with the second and fourth stressed), to form four 4x4 "squares" of syllables. The rhyme scheme for each stanza should be ABAB. An extra unstressed syllable may occasionally be added at the end of a line, but try to keep to the 4-syllable format as much as possible.

Here are two such poems of mine to get you going:


The English tongue
Has certain rules,
Taught to the young
In decent schools.

The vocab's rich,
The grammar's frugal,
Slang is a bitch,
Which you can google.

Non-standard forms
Are often used;
This breach of norms
Makes kids confused.

The foreign student
Who's all at sea
Seeks help, if prudent,
From TFD.



When George the Third
Was on the throne,
The press's word
Was harsh in tone.

Their fierce lampoons
Attacked the King,
And lewd cartoons
Gave added sting.

His shameful loss
Of the US
Made people cross –
They craved success.

When Waterloo
Redeemed our army,
He hardly knew,
For he'd gone barmy.



If you can only think of one or two stanzas, post them anyway – someone else can complete the poem.

uuaschbaer
Posted: Monday, May 13, 2013 9:19:57 PM

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Ambitiously
I raise my hands
To start a poem (pronounced: pome)
I do not end*

Ferociously
I do attack
my laptop, but
to no avail.

You see, I did
forget that Rhy-
ming scheme, without
which I failed Mis-

'rably. So here
I finish this
disastrous try;
I'm sorry. Bye.


*I intended to stop here but I was having fun so,..

*
Kerry.P
Posted: Tuesday, May 14, 2013 4:21:45 AM

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Audiendus
Used his samples.
Tried to teach us
Not to ramble.

Uuaschbaer tried
To keep in time
Alas he cried
I’ll stick to mime.

Just four by four
It sounds like fun
No need for more
And then it’s done

Squares that rhyme!
It got much worse
In this short time
I’ve learnt to curse.

I know - that ABAB rhythm beat me badly. & I took "poetic" licence with guessing the syllables in your names. Anxious
uuaschbaer
Posted: Tuesday, May 14, 2013 9:29:28 AM

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Retry until
succeed you do,
With pleasure fill
my heart anew,

edit: Whoops, that's from Wordsworth:

And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


edit 2: No wonder my mind went there, it has the same metre:

And then my heart
with pleasure fills,
And dances with
the daffodils.


*
uuaschbaer
Posted: Tuesday, May 14, 2013 11:27:02 AM

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Having been just reminded that I still had six impossible things to do before breakfast, I poesied in an impossible rhyming scheme:



(I'll get to something acceptable soon, I'm sure.)


edit:
I find that if you recite it as follows it actually sounds good (it makes it all very complicated, though):



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Audiendus
Posted: Wednesday, May 15, 2013 9:18:06 AM
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I've had some time
Throughout the day
To scan your rhyme,
And I must say

The structure's smart,
The rhythm's great;
The early part
I'd highly rate.

The sly run-ons
Provide some spice;
Hyperbaton's
A cool device.

That Tweedle stuff
Towards the end
I find quite tough
To comprehend...
tootsie
Posted: Wednesday, May 15, 2013 3:35:14 PM

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I am confused
I cannot lie
no more bemused
I want to try

to understand
Iambic rhyme
and join and stand
and learn in time

I hope this shows
that I can be
an open heart-
ed brave newbie






I'm not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost. Winnie-the-Pooh
uuaschbaer
Posted: Wednesday, May 15, 2013 3:43:34 PM

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Why Audien-
dus thank you so
The kindest pen
of praise I know

Unworthily
I must confess
poetic'ly
to be a mess

Though Alice' plight
I can explain:
On Tweedle-sight,
to give no pain,

Resolving to
give both her hands,
At sudden mu-
sic found she danced.


(In drafting this I see
that Tootsie went 'fore me Whistle )

edit(I can never leave these alone): There is a grammatical error in the last sentence which can be resolved by turning "found" into "there," though it doesn't improve the verse much. (Also, I realized I can't spell "height.")

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uuaschbaer
Posted: Friday, May 17, 2013 5:43:39 AM

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Or "steps" instead of found, that would be a good solution. (I'll never take refuge in mime!)

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Audiendus
Posted: Friday, May 17, 2013 9:24:56 PM
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uuaschbaer wrote:
Or "steps" instead of found, that would be a good solution.

Or "strains", perhaps.
Audiendus
Posted: Friday, May 17, 2013 9:42:04 PM
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In former times
The earnest bard
Composing rhymes
Thought long and hard.

He had to beat
His chosen theme
Into a neat
Prosodic scheme.

The polished arts
Of Pope and Dryden
(The counterparts
Of Bach and Haydn)

Betokened masters
Of rhythmic stress;
Mere poetasters
Lacked their success.

Next, the Romantics
Took verse by storm,
But all their antics
Still bowed to Form.

Enter the Moderns
Who broke new ground,
Including odd 'uns
Like Ezra Pound.

Then verse grew formless
Like chopped-up prose,
Much of it gormless
And otiose.

Should art be skilful,
Or simply free?
Designed, or wilful?
What's poetry?
uuaschbaer
Posted: Saturday, May 18, 2013 6:41:31 AM

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Audiendus wrote:

Should art be skilful,
Or simply free?
Designed, or wilful?
What's poetry?


This was meant to be an answer to your question (or an approach thereof because it's a good and complicated question), but it all turned out rather metaphoricalDancing :

I met an o-
rigami man
his paper bore
him crane and fan

Throughout the night,
his hands asleep,
his mind would sight
Steel bars and weep

Desiring to
see his birds fly,
Acquainting new
glue, paint and ply,

from trammels freed,
Created he
of nature's feat
mere simile.


(edit: changed "of trammels freed" to "from trammels freed" to avoid a double of.)

PS––Audiendus I like how informative your poems are, I'm learning all kinds of terminology and history from them.

edit: Should I change "feat" into "lead" to improve the rhyme? I suppose I should, but I'm afraid it makes things all very unclear. (On the other hand it's meaning is more specific than feat.) Yes, I think I'll go with that.

I met an o-
rigami man
his paper bore
him crane and fan

Throughout the night,
his hands asleep,
his mind would sight
Steel bars and weep

Desiring to
see his birds fly,
Acquainting new
glue, paint and ply,

from trammels freed,
Created he
of nature's lead
mere simile.

edit: Oh, I finally get "strains" (sorry), that would be a good one.

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Kerry.P
Posted: Monday, May 20, 2013 8:57:52 PM

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My poor brain hurts
I feel quite dull
I work in spurts
Then hit a lull.

The sun shines bright
The sky is clear
It’s a delight
This time of year.

For I’m in chains
Tied to my desk
And my poor brains
Can take no rest.

I do my best
To earn my keep
To pay my debts
And not to weep.
Boo hoo!
Audiendus
Posted: Monday, June 17, 2013 9:21:57 PM
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Some students say:
"We get confused
About the way
Pronouns are used.

Which case, and why,
Follows "to be"?
Look, this is I
Ah, woe is me!

For me to quit
(Is that "For I..."?)
Would show no grit,
So please reply.

Us foreigners
You may lampoon,
But he who errs
Needs guidance soon."
jeans&sneakers
Posted: Thursday, June 20, 2013 8:48:47 AM

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I was so pleased
when I saw this.
ugh, I'm not blessed
writing like this. (sorry for repeating "this"... *scratches head*)

your posts are fun,
they made me smile.
I'm very fond;
I like this style.

what else to say
that makes some sense?
to make your day,
I'll paint your fence?

now I'm struggling;
what words to say?
oh, one more thing -
have a great day!


At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. Plato
Kerry.P
Posted: Friday, June 21, 2013 5:04:43 AM

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I think they’re cute
These four by fours
You can’t refute
The rhythm soars.

Uplifting hearts
And forming smiles
They play their parts
These poem styles.

Telling a tale
In words that rhyme
We are regaled
From line to line

They can be trite
And often are
But phrase it right
And you’re on par.
Absurdicuss
Posted: Saturday, July 20, 2013 8:20:01 PM

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I undertook
To pen this rhyme
And struggled daily
To find the time

Then came to know
In just one week
That for all my will
My brain must leak

So I leave you my friends
With this task nearly done
A 3/4 square
Of Iambic fun



"Now" is the eternal present.
Audiendus
Posted: Monday, July 22, 2013 3:17:38 PM
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Don't feel depressed,
Absurdicuss –
These squares can test
The best of us.

You need a theme
And varied rhyme,
A rhythmic scheme
Of rigid time,

Some clever thought
Or lofty vision,
And (since it's short)
Extreme concision.

If you achieve
A task so hard,
Folk will believe
You're a true bard.
Absurdicuss
Posted: Monday, July 22, 2013 4:17:17 PM

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Bravo my friend
Audiendus
For your marvelous prose
Non superfluous.

A lace of woven words
That soar
Through iambic heights
To fabled lore.

Ah for rhythmic melodies
And sonorous tones unheard.
Of lilting souls and soothing hearts,
Perched high like noble birds.

Aspiring to the that lofty air,
The name of bard residing there,
May this crudely fashioned piece find grace;
And justify this use of space






"Now" is the eternal present.
Kerry.P
Posted: Tuesday, July 23, 2013 12:42:41 AM

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Absurdicuss
Your wit is quick
Absurdicuss
Slow down a bit.

Absurdicuss
Read from the start
Absurdicuss
Then play your part.

Absurdicuss
It’s four by four
Absurdicuss
Not less, not more.

Absurdicuss
Please play again
Absurdicuss
You’ll win this game.

@Abs - I mean no offence Kirk but if you want to kick my rhyming asspirations with your poetic boot - I'll take my lumps. Dancing
jeans&sneakers
Posted: Monday, August 12, 2013 3:22:40 AM

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I'm here again
squeezing my brain
trying in vain
this rhyming game

I hope to read
more posts like this
it's a good deed
to grant my wish Anxious

please write us now;
anything goes:
accents of cows,
or about ghosts.

pick up your pen
and start to write
I know you can
am I not right? Drool


At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. Plato
FounDit
Posted: Monday, August 12, 2013 6:01:51 PM

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Of poetry
I most times shun.
Away I flee,
Fast on a run.

While that is true,
I was quite pleased,
To read these posts,
Of poetry.

Creative thoughts
So freely flowed,
I was impressed,
So gave a go.

I thought to self,
T’will never be.
I can’t compose
Some poetry.

But to my shock,
What do I see?
Some square-formed blocks
Of poetry.



A great many people will think they are thinking when they are merely rearranging their prejudices. ~ William James ~
Audiendus
Posted: Tuesday, August 13, 2013 8:55:07 AM
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There was a man
Called Bonaparte,
A Corsican
Of ruthless heart.

The nations bowed
Unto his will
(Britain stood proud
Through Nelson's skill).

He grabbed more land
With great delight;
None could withstand
His armies' might.

His troops' advance
Was plain to see;
They sang of France
And destiny.

Leaving aside
Those pesky Brits,
He swelled French pride
At Austerlitz.

At last the tide
Began to turn;
His foes allied
And grew more stern.

With wile and grit
They wore him down;
Made him demit
His upstart's crown.

Heedless of cost,
He tried anew,
Until he lost
At Waterloo.
IMcRout
Posted: Tuesday, August 13, 2013 11:11:29 AM

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It's not completely following the rules, but I'll give it a try anyway.

Having fulfilled
my daily lyrics
translating for
antarctic
Vain

Take up once more
my pen 'n cartridge
for to write down
a new quatrain

Hang on a mo
whilst from my cup
I have a dose
of some caffeine

As it is hard
to concentrate
I need this draught
to spur my brain.


I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger. (Anon)
Audiendus
Posted: Thursday, January 23, 2014 1:19:22 PM
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Some people pray
For help from God,
But others say
Such faith is odd.

If God exists
He'll hear their prayer,
But atheists
Deny he's there.

Clear evidence
Is lacking, so
It makes good sense
To say "Don't know".

I do not weep:
"My soul is lost!"
I smile, and keep
My fingers crossed.
Audiendus
Posted: Wednesday, April 02, 2014 4:17:00 PM
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And so there comes
Another spring.
The forest hums;
The thrushes sing.

Rapt poets write
Aesthetic verse;
The sun shines bright
And clouds disperse.

Lawnmowers chug
While health freaks jog.
Old couples hug;
Young lovers snog.

These rustic dreams
Lack urban chic,
Yet such quaint themes
Have great mystique.
Audiendus
Posted: Tuesday, July 15, 2014 9:37:17 AM
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The dream has died;
The time is up.
The German side
Have won the Cup.

Goodbye, Brazil;
We will recall
The clash and thrill
Of boot and ball.

Some games were wild
And some were tight.
Some players smiled;
Some showed real bite.

Defenders blocked,
And fouls occurred.
Brave heads were knocked;
Officials erred.

We saw men fall
And lie concussed,
But relished all
The cut and thrust.

The home fans cheered
Opponents' blunders.
Some goals were weird;
A few were wonders.

Can England's teams
Become more skilled,
Or will their dreams
Stay unfulfilled?
Audiendus
Posted: Saturday, December 13, 2014 9:16:13 AM
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Around this time
I find it cool
To craft a rhyme
Concerning Yule.

For those who pray
It marks a birth,
When God one day
Appeared on Earth.

Some folk opine
That this is bunk,
And quaff sweet wine
Until they're drunk.

But faith or doubt
In Bible tales
Won't keep us out
Of Christmas sales.
Alice M Toaster
Posted: Saturday, December 13, 2014 9:38:03 AM

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Applause

Don't let the past remind you of what you are not now
Audiendus
Posted: Saturday, February 28, 2015 8:50:26 AM
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No-one can be
A perfect saint,
For none are free
Of moral taint.

Believers say
We're Adam's kin,
And in that way
We share his sin.

Myself, I think
Of jungle scenes,
And draw a link
To selfish genes.

I must admit:
I shun most vice,
But just a bit
Is rather nice.
Audiendus
Posted: Tuesday, March 31, 2015 9:21:10 PM
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So yet again
We're plagued with spam;
We may complain
And mutter "Damn!"

We scroll down lots
Of pointless posts
Devised by bots
That lurk like ghosts.

Page after page
These pests can fill,
Until the stage
Where we feel ill.

Among the trash
There hide real threads;
Our molars clash
Inside our heads

Until we find
The thread we seek,
If we've a mind
To search all week.
Audiendus
Posted: Monday, June 29, 2015 11:54:40 PM
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The weather's hot;
The heat gets worse.
So let me jot
Some more 'square' verse.

When I was small
And went to school,
Most, if not all,
Summers were cool.

But global warming
Has made them torrid;
When smog starts forming,
The air smells horrid.

High pressure's stuck
Above the land;
Without good luck,
It may expand.

Relieve me, please!
I'm getting frantic.
Send me a breeze
From the Atlantic.
Audiendus
Posted: Thursday, September 03, 2015 7:34:54 PM
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Most people long
For global peace;
They think war's wrong
And ought to cease.

But those who strive
To rule a state
Possess the drive
To show its weight.

With wily charm
They tell the crowd:
"'Tis time to arm!
We won't be cowed!"

Adroitly stirred
Against the foe,
The willing herd
To battle go.
jacobusmaximus
Posted: Tuesday, November 10, 2015 10:12:30 AM

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This game is just
Too much for me
But learn I must
So I can be

A rhymer, nay
Nor yet a bard
I’m bound to say
They’re both too hard

But rhyme I must
Each other line
It’s link or bust
These words of mine.

So here I go
With my broad brush
Let poems flow
Don’t tell me’ Hush’.


A clear conscience is the sign of a fuzzy memory.
Audiendus
Posted: Monday, November 16, 2015 8:14:57 PM
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First choose a theme
That comes to mind
(The rhyming scheme
Is well defined).

Events that irk
Or cause delight
Will often work
If handled right.

Do you feel great,
Or glum, or worse?
Such moods create
Much heartfelt verse.

No need to try
Great verbal feats;
We cannot vie
With Blake or Keats.
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