The below poem came from reading the Stephen Fry book 'The ode less travelled' which wonderful though it is, makes the art of poetry more complicated than I need it to be, for me its free form and free flowing and creative without stress, its carthartic and needs to stay that way, hence I object to the rules ;)
Poem: Absurd Words
If I worry about the meter
Of my poetry I will peter
Out
If I worry about the stressed
And syllables unstressed
I will Shout
If we talk of an Apple its an AP-ple
If we talk of Fantastic then its Fan-TAS-tic
To be ruled by these rules feels drastic
No doubt Shakespeare would think me a prick!
No LONger MOURN for ME when I am DEAD
Is Iambic foot , please shoot me in the head
Iambic rhythm exists too
Though I’m at a loss to explain to you
Ba-BAH-BA-Bah-BA-Bah-Ba-Bah
That’s hows it goes madam and sirrah!
Heres a sentence written in Iambic meter
As WITH paul AS with PETE
Reverse iambic uses different words
An AP-ple FOR our Fa-ther would be heard
I have no idea what Im doing
I guess you guessed that’s my undoing !!!!
***END***
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