‘Dollar dollar bills y’all’, I don’t know
Not got skills, not got flow
I’ve gone thirty two years and i’m still unknown
I swore to keep that secret and never let it show
Still I’ve grown
Older and wiser
Ambitions in life to get much higher
Maybe start a family
Even get the wife
The sort of shit I used to have around me
That’s the tragedy of time
I used to spend most of mine trying to notice all the signs
Listen to other people and think how relevant are their rhymes
I drew my own conclusions and what did I find?
I’m just another freak with delusions in my mind.
Look, you can chat on Snap, Facebook, Insta ‘n’ that
Me, I have a preference for human contact
Living life on Twitter or the likes of Whatsapp
You tend to get depressed seeing the things you may lack
Then again, maybe that’s not necessarily true
For what if you hold a different point of view
Find yourself filled up with a renewed ambition
Effects the way you think; impacts all of your decisions
Next, you find you are counting foes amongst your friends
Food for thought with these ads that never seem to end
Morning through til night; they control your train of thought
We no longer give life meaning; just mindless robots
I’m not trying to tell anyone what to do
Lets all just have kids and really think this through
(Rhyme scheme – AAAABBCCDDEEFF)
Hi there, hope all is well.
A couple of weeks ago I got my poem cruelest accepted for publication by United press Ltd and another haiku one accepted for moments of inspiration. I was pleased and it came as a big surprise as I had forgot I had sent them away.
Although they sent the proof back with a typo which was kinda funny.
It’s due out around christmas and the other one is around january I think. I get a free copy and apparently there’s a promo thing they do nearer the time so we shall see what that involves haha.
It’s an awesome end to my first year of poetry and gives me a motivational booster going into the second year.
Though you are in your shining days,
Voices among the crowd
And new friends busy with your praise,
Be not unkind or proud,
But think about old friends the most:
Time’s bitter flood will rise,
Your beauty perish and be lost
For all eyes but these eyes.
The above poem is called ‘The Lover Pleads with His Friend for Old Friends’ by W. B. Yeats. It really is an act of genius, the title adds so much to the poem and I really love the last three lines. It’s also really cool the rythmn of it however i’m not sure I fully understand how meter works. As far as I understand it this would be iambic tetrameter followed by iambic trimeter with a rhyme scheme of ABABCDCD, is this correct? It can be very confusing.