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Try a bit of Roger McGough. Or Seamus Heaney. And read it aloud. :)

"There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee."

Robert W. Service.

This kind of poetry I can handle.
Similarly, Kipling.
The modern declamatory rubbish is simply rather painful.
 
"There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee."

Robert W. Service.

This kind of poetry I can handle.
Similarly, Kipling.
The modern declamatory rubbish is simply rather painful.

I writes what I writes, mostly free verse. Occasionally a villanelle or a sonnet.
 
As before mentioned, never heard of it.
Perhaps you would elucidate please ?
:rose:

Oy, do I hafta? I'm not sharing the one I wrote. It's still out there somewhere with my real pen name on it. However, here's what it said when I did a search.

"A villanelle is a fixed form poem consisting of five tercets and a quatrain and also follows a specific rhyme scheme using only two different sounds. A tercet is a stanza with only three lines, and a quatrain is a stanza with four lines."

A famous example would be . . .

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953)

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night,

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night,

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
 
Oy, do I hafta? I'm not sharing the one I wrote. It's still out there somewhere with my real pen name on it. However, here's what it said when I did a search.

"A villanelle is a fixed form poem consisting of five tercets and a quatrain and also follows a specific rhyme scheme using only two different sounds. A tercet is a stanza with only three lines, and a quatrain is a stanza with four lines."

A famous example would be . . .

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953)

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night,

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night,

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

Gosh! And here was me thinking that young Mr Thomas just wanted to sneak a few extra words into the last stanza. :)
 
Thank you, Mags, for the lesson in modern poetry.

I still prefer this sort of thing:-

YOU may talk o' gin an' beer
When you're quartered safe out 'ere,
An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;
But if it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
Now in Injia's sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them black-faced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.



Or this_

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
 
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Thank you, Mags, for the lesson in modern poetry.

I still prefer this sort of thing:-

YOU may talk o' gin an' beer
When you're quartered safe out 'ere,
An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;
But if it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
Now in Injia's sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them black-faced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.



Or this_

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.

Jack and Jill ran up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water.

(Yes, I slept through most of my Lit classes in college. :D )

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Jack and Jill ran up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water.

(Yes, I slept through most of my Lit classes in college. :D )

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Up Jack got, and home did trot,
As fast as he could caper;
To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob
With vinegar and brown paper.

Ain't medical science wonderful? :D
 
Up Jack got, and home did trot,
As fast as he could caper;
To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob
With vinegar and brown paper.

Ain't medical science wonderful? :D

Especially the radiation therapy for a tumour.
(we need a 'thumbs up' emoticon.)
 
Especially the radiation therapy for a tumour.
(we need a 'thumbs up' emoticon.)

Maybe we should add Viagra to that list. But they really need to work on something for Alzheimer's also so we remember what to do with it when the little blue pill works. ;)

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