Borrowed Rhymes 2 of n

Hi all ... second time out for this competition ...

On the Coursera Course, "Sharpened Visions" they have an exercise called, 'Biting Rhymes'.  In this exercise you take the end rhymes from a published poem and use them to make a different poem.

For example, from

Don Juan Canto the fifteenth, LI by Lord Byron

     And wherefore not? A reasonable reason,
      If good, is none the worse for repetition;
    If bad, the best way 's certainly to tease on,
      And amplify: you lose much by concision,
    Whereas insisting in or out of season
      Convinces all men, even a politician;
    Or—what is just the same—it wearies out.
    So the end 's gain'd, what signifies the route?

We have: reason, repetition, on, concision, season, politician, out, route

Which I used to make the following ...

   Thoughts ...

    There is a clear and sensible reason
    that some things work well with repetition.
    A thought to be spoken should be based on
    logic that is sharpened by concision.
    The thought should be left to stand and season
    unlike ramblings from a politician.
    The idea should be slowly worked out
    like any other complicated route.

This is for practice and for fun; the better poets no doubt will make poems that will compare or contrast with the poem from where the end rhymes originate.

It is also a good opportunity to practice rhythm and meter.

If the competition is of interest I'll repeat it when it seems appropriate to do so.

Lastly, good luck!

Dream On

This time next year, no hope & no reason,
Foretelling votes for which politician
Will fill the seat for next 4-year’s season,
And prayers, asking, for no repetition.

No enduring derision to go on,
When the Trump administration we route.
To recall back in office, concision,
To shout as one Nation, “Fucker, get out!”




Jade says:
This piece uses the end rhymes in the rhyme scheme of A/B/A/B in both quatrains. Using 10-syllabic count per line. The end rhyme words are from our competition host’s example piece (inspired by Lord Byron): “Thoughts”.

Thanks for entering ... (that was quick!).

AnonymousBystander said:Thanks for entering ... (that was quick!).
Maybe, but when the muse speaks (or whispers), I stop & listen.  I trust it’s okay. Perhaps I’ll enter a second offering later, but I’m doing the Napo in April, so I may just coast.

Regards

Omnopinous  

for whatever reason
there will be repetition
of that we can count on

there ends concision
puts blurs upon the season
like a wile politician
sets smoke to a shout out
then takes it on another route  

Thanks for entering the competition.  For a moment I was about to ask what poem you chose but then I realised it was the one from the example given by me.  Good luck.

sorry, man

misread the opening post. if you prefer I can pick a different set of words

Not at all ... quite happy to receive your contribution.

Tupac - If I fail

I sit and ponder my end goals
looking deep inside for my soul,
there is someone who will co-sign
my morality, but is it really mine?
What do I need for you to be my guide?
I struggle with my mind. What's inside?
You don't want to know, though a win
is all I'm after before I relapse once again

thanks for entering the competition and good luck ...

We Die

This poem is for those who die,
Whether black or white,
But die certainly,
That you’ll be remembered, not just for a while,
But for always,
Like memories are gold,
Your spirit will never die.

This poem is for those in the Mississippi
To sharecroppers
To the neighborhoods of Chicago
To the hard workers
To those picking up grapes in California
All of them dreaming together,
Central American and Filipinos,
Black and Mexicans,
Working till the day they die,
Because they seek the dream of contentment
Their search for peace.

This poem is for those who learned
That even after getting papers
You were judged by your looks and names,
White or black,
And no matter how many books
Or how many degrees you got - you’d die.
Some won’t make it to court
Whether you’d be shot by the police
Or by corrupt government generals,
Or by money hungry preachers,
Because when they hear about those who die,
They send thoughts and prayers but invest in bullets…
These aren’t people –
This is greed and avarice dressed to look like people –
Because the real people
Are the ones out there about to die,
Suffering at the hands of those in power,
And the elite are frightened if they get together.

For those who die,
A moment of silence or prayer wont’ do anything for you,
Except in our hearts,
But when they pull bodies out of the swamp,
Or a raped young girl found in the field,
Beaten like the Socialist Leibknecht,
We knew these days would come –
And they are still coming –
The people are gathering in masses,
Standing up for what they believe and love,
We can almost hear the laughter,
The strength in unity, a vision that lights one by one,
And our voices will reach the sky –
Because we will be triumphant
Until the day we die.

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Inspired by Langston Hughes' Kids Who Die

thanks for that ... excellent poems, both ... here's a link to Langston Hughes' poem https://genius.com/2001960

Congrats on your win, Jade.  Thanks for entering ...