You have surpassed the test many times over in my eyes Stan, it's good to see you looking in for a change. And it seems we don't differ so very much, note book and pen at the ready waiting for the words or ideas. Nice almost biographical write, Regards Roscoe..

Stan i think I may have put it the wrong way, when i said looking in. I meant that you were writing about scribbler, and not about what scibbler see's around him. Sorry for any confusion. Regards Roscoe....

We seem to have walked Parallel lines:-

He's quite an unmetrical man
syllabic count is past his range
rhythm random as dust swirled by fan
most writes worth of naught but trash can
when read aloud his poems sound strange

How could you write of me in such a loving way, thank you so very much lol.
Should you be in every workshop, but then again my long teeth keep getting in the way, and uncontrolled dribbles make nasty marks on the paper, lol.
Well thought out, Yours, Ian. Toothless

Stan, you summed it up creatively, the poet's eternal wait for inspiration.It sometimes feels like a clay pigeon stuffed with rhymes is waiting for me to call "pull!" and then to try to hit the bloody thing before it disappears forever, trailing a fountain of burst verse behind it
Ian (not Ian T!)

A way to go Stan..I like your sense of humor both in writing and commenting..

My favorite
The sad part is even he knows
his scribbles are far from the best
yet his piles of poems don't cease to grow
(he collects the things like a dumb crow)
and hopes to one day pass the test

I know the feeling - as do many poets - and how frustrating it is. You have nothing to worry about though because when the thoughts flow you produce some wonderful gems!

Love Mand xxxxxx

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Anyone can learn meter and syllable counts, it ain't brain surgery. I am working on a youtube project poet who just published a book on poetic meter which i will share with you. But you must understand, its not only about rhyme. Meter is what makes it dance. Anyone can learn to dance. You don't have to be Fred Astaire.
One idea is just get metronome and read your poem to it stressing where you feel it fits.
Without inner pace, music, or or whatever its called, that is the magic behind the poetry. Just get up one day and say "today I will learn what a foot is" and start there.
I don't accept your poem. Its a cop out. You're better than that. You basically get it, you've been writing enough. Why tell us you're giving up with learning the craft? As Joe Pass said of the jazz scales and modes, you MUST learn them so that when you are playing jazz you have them built into you, and you forget them.
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