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It was not that our old house (photo courtesy of Lee Ann Russell) was not big enough, not livable. It was just that we needed to be on the same block in the same neighborhood as the other Missouri State Poetry Society local chapters. Therefore, we moved, and our address is easy to recall. Just as you add a slash and the letters mo to get our state society's address www.nfsps.com/mo from the national site, www.nfsps.com, so you add another slash and the letters ts to get www.nfsps.com/mo/ts, the new address for Thirty-Seven Cents. Which reminds me to add that it is time to pay personal and property taxes, etcetera--end of the year and all that. If you have not re-upped for the new year (paid your membership dues), please do so immediately. I need to get our list of new members to the national treasurer before January 1. Some things like dues must be done decently and in order, but other things, like metrical verse, need a little variety. Were you wondering how I was going to get back to accepted irregularities in metrical poetry? I was. But since I have successfully made the leap, let's discuss another irregularity that poets have used for more than 500 years.. In past months we have dealt with anapestic and trochaic feet breaking up iambic monotony in rhythm. Our third variant is a combination of two feet, the pyrrhic (duh duh) and the spondaic (DUM DUM), so that a line of iambic duh DUM duh DUM duh DUM has suddenly a duh duh DUM DUM interruption. The two syllables of the pyrrhic foot have no accents; the two syllables of the spondaic foot have two accents. Here are seven examples from popular poems--name the poem and the poet and you will win tickets for a trip to Tahiti or our congratulations, whichever we have on hand when you win. Remember you are looking for two unaccented syllables followed by two accented syllables: duh duh DUM DUM. 1. "As the death-bed whereon it must expire" 2. "Our king has written a broad letter" 3. "And this same flower that smiles today" 4. "Ere half my days in this dark world and wide" 5. "And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made" 6. "As the swift seasons roll" 7. "And you, my father, there on the sad height" LAST MONTH'S WINNER AND ANSWERS ON TROCHEES (DUM duh) 1. "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may" Robert Herrick, "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time" 2. "Drink to me, only, with thine eyes" Ben Jonson, "To Celia" 3. "Looking as if she were alive. I call / That piece a wonder now" Robert Browning, "My Last Duchess" 4. "This is my letter to the world." Emily Dickinson, untitled, but first line is usually used as title 5. "Home is the sailor, home from sea" Robert Louis Stevenson, "Requiem" 6. "God of our fathers, known of old--" Rudyard Kipling, "Recessional" 7. "Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled" William Butler Yeats, "When You Are Old" --Tom Padgett, Editor
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Welcome to new member Andrea Cloud. I hear the whispering breeze but it
is fading. For now I see the sky blaze as a
rainbow, A DIFFERENT KIND OF PEACE O little town of Bethlehem, Israeli soldiers frighten, With touring buses, traffic wagons, The rows of close-packed buildings, The Church of Christ's Nativity, alight for just an hour, O little town of tackiness, Where are the shepherds, wise men, ANOTHER LONG DAY Well, they're gone again. Going to be a long, boring day. I'd sure like to lie on the velvet
chair **** **** **** **** **** MENAGERIE: TENNESSEE
WILLIAMS, 1983 TREMBLING TOWERS Where cloud-encroaching towers once
stood, Human missiles, burning flesh to
dust, Our heroes buried in falling
thunder,
In President Truman's time A card portrays the days of
Christmas past Another shows some children snuggled
tight Each envelope I open shares a scene With words, I paint upon this card a
scene TO LET ME KNOW To let me know that you are there, Your tender hand, the tears we share
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Welcome to new member Valerie Esker. A CHRISTMAS VIEW Valerie Esker Blinking lights in Pine and Fir
tree, White and blue in rhythm blinking,
Green of Christmas, lush as meadow;
Blinking lights in colors, varied.
in your fireplace, and the women
asked us
THE LIGHT IS A LIE I'm in the driving rain the puddles pull me in vanished sun leavs me cold the grey sky has no light but the bleakness goes on I want to see how clouds work I want to work in a rainshop I want to ride YOU ARE MY STRENGTH, O LORD Your joy will come in morning's light,
FRIENDS I think of all the people Before I started school, At school I made new friends-- Later there were more classmates And next came all the people If you can, tell me why
That fateful December day on which
she died Mankind I know Forgotten--all Forgotten--run Gone--stockings hung, Too high the cost,
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