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One cannot be upon the sand
And smell the salty air,
And hear the crashing of the waves
Without the seagulls there. 

Their presence is pervasive as
The omnipresent wind
Which strokes the surface of the sea,
And makes the water bend. 

When seagulls see, with eagle eye,
A bite within the hand
They mob and move to skin as near
As moves the gritty sand. 

We see the gulls swarm ev’ry treat,
So no surprise this one:
That early in the morning light,
The seagulls swarm the sun.

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photo by Photonut at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2dQN5hw/Sunrise+with+Gulls

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

 

 

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The north wind blew a single leaf,
Dried like a golden harvest sheaf,
Across my driveway’s cool hard sheet,
Near where the grass and concrete meet.

I heard its scuttle’s scratchy call
Before I saw that beetle crawl.
It was as though a finger nail
Across a chalkboard scraped a trail.

I shuddered as I heard the sound;
I shivered as the wind blew ‘round.
I knew within my still warm heart
That both were signs of Winter’s start.


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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

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Iambic are those two successive lines.
Pentameter in count is what defines
The length their feet walk ere they make a turn
And walk another line from stem to stern.
The couplet like a man and wife both chime,
As one paired mate, together in a rhyme.
Great Chaucer used them, but it took a Pope
To make them popular in use and scope.

 

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heroic_couplet

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examples:

The poem above is an example of heroic couplets. 

https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2015/03/13/on-donnes-poetry-by-samuel-taylor-coleridge/

https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2015/06/08/a-prayer-in-spring-by-robert-frost/

https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2013/06/06/vice-by-alexander-pope/

https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2015/08/25/to-the-right-honorable-william-earl-of-dartmouth-by-phillis-wheatley/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

 

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…………….The Lady Of Fashion

I know what I’ll wear if there’s smoke in the air –
I prep for it with a hot passion.
I cannot be caught like a babe – unaware;
For I am a lady of fashion. 

The touches I add will bring praises by all
(For frills, I am filled with compassion):
White lace and white gloves and a pink parasol,
For I am a lady of fashion. 

In case of a fire, I’ll escape in great style
Though faces around me be ashen.
I’ll stroll down the steps with a red carpet smile.
So said the grand lady of fashion.

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photo by drow at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mWyqkOy/fire+escape

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

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Wind Asks

The breath of the morning is testing the leaves;
It’s whipping through trees as it wanders and weaves.
It blows like a whistle; it blasts like a horn;
It whispers; it tickles; it moves branch and thorn. 

The sparrows that perch in the trees as they dance
All wonder in whispers how likely the chance
That leaves, little leaves, have now learned so they know
Why wind with wild whistling does over them blow? 

The answer’s a question the wind has in mind,
And blowing is how it the answer will find.
It’s wanting to know of the leaves: fall or spring?
And blowing will find if they fall or they cling.

 

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photo by Hanspeter Klasser at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/ojvEN4q/forest+in+autumn+4

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

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