Could be better, could be verse…#poetry

I fail at fortune’s fate so many times
it stands to reason that I should give up
nevertheless, my heart delights in rhymes
I fill my mind with them, drink from the cup
that overflows, though drunk on words, still sup
till I have had my fill, though there’s enough
to keep me rhyming, like a happy pup
who hunts his ball through bracken, rough
though it may seem: rough like my rhymes
I’ll have at them again, ten thousand times!

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A Decuain for dVerse

Tonight, Laura hosts Meeting the Bar, and challenges us to write ten-line, ten syllabic poetry. I chose the option of writing a Decuain: visit dVerse to find out more!

The title of this poem was a catchphrase of my Grandma’s, who spoke English with a Latvian accent…I’m feeling pretty awful with PMDD, so this lighthearted verse is the best I can offer at the moment!

72 thoughts on “Could be better, could be verse…#poetry

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  1. I love that the title is what your grandmother said (accented). My mother’s parents spoke with accents, too, and my grandfather wrote English phonetically the way he spoke. 💙
    The poem is definitely light-hearted and made me smile. I hope you feel better soon!

  2. Ingrid, this has a rap-like cadence to it that I would love to hear a rapper have a go at. Marshall Mathers, where are you when we need you. Wonderful!

  3. I can hear my own mother in your grandmother’s words. I hope the smiles your words gave me reflect back to you and you feel better soon. (K)

  4. A sweet scented leaf from the heart’s book of poesy — for me the meter and rhyme are womblike, they rock the matter and slowly gestate the day’s truth.

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