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Poetic form- The Bop

The Bop is a poetic form that was developed by poet Afaa Michael Weaver.

Here are the basic rules:

  • 3 stanzas
  • Each stanza is followed by a refrain
  • First stanza is 6 lines long and presents a problem
  • Second stanza is 8 lines long and explores or expands the problem
  • Third stanza is 6 lines long and either presents a solution or documents the failed attempt to resolve the problem

Here is what I wrote-

One must do one’s chore on time

The floor hasn’t been cleaned

since a while, one can see

the specks of dirt, the fallen

spider webs here and there spread

like the dried flowers

on the old worn tomb.

One must do one’s chore on time.

A foul smell is also coming up

from somewhere on this floor

may be some rodent has died

left to be decayed on this floor

which hasn’t been cleaned since a while

and don’t forget the dark red stain

of the wine that spilled over here

but hasn’t been cleaned, even by this time.

One must do one’s chore on time.

The sick lady of the house rose

from her bed finally and saw

the floor which hasn’t been cleaned

since a while, and aims at

cleaning it up in a while but

ends up sleeping after puking some bile.

One must do one’s chore on time.

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I Feel Like A Wise Old Man

Hello all,

Welcome our so many new contributors, whom I haven’t yet welcomed in a proper way. So, Welcome aboard- beebeesworld, sugarcoatedangel, aglassofjen, onleilove, Mike Turvey, Joseph Budu.

Its so pleasant to experience such active contributions here on 20 lines which are more than ever before. Thanks to all the wonderful authors here on 20 lines.

Well, I still was feeling quite raw here in this community but with the coming up of more contributors, now I feel like a wise old man. Wicked! Ha! (I was the 10th one to join and now there are 29 of us). Wonderful!

I would love to know all of you so very much through your posts which provide a vivid glimpse of all you wonderful personalities. But still, I have a lot to deal with nowadays in this journey called life- it would take quite a little time for me to be very active once again here.

I hope that there would be even many more contributors to know, to enjoy with and be a writing companion with when I’m fully back. Amen!


Anne’s Challenge- My Entry in Continuation of the poem titled The Shed!

Anne’s challenge- http://anexerciseindiscipline.wordpress.com/2012/07/05/the-shed-another-challenge-for-you/

The curiosity took the better of me,

I walked further with a surprising glee,

Looking at the shabby walls,

And those age old woolen balls,

Scattered here and there for how long who knows,

There were also the dried petals of roses arranged in rows,

The sunlight shimmered the place seeping through the opening,

Blowing in the warm pleasant air of the spring,

There was an eerie silence, peaceful but yet frightful,

And I walked away out with an automatic pull,

I tried visiting it again once more the next day,

But I could see even standing at bay,

There was no shed, nothing over the same place,

It was now an empty space,

I still remember that old shed with the sunken roof,

It is now gone leaving behind not a single proof.

Prelude to “Old Brown Shoes”

Old Brown Shoes

The old brown shoes have taunted me for weeks now.

Quickly I put them on, a fury of image and meter.

Easy marks of leather and sole and history,

They laid like lambs at my feet.

But they have turned stubborn and cold and visionless.

Stuck in the gutter
Stuck in the verse
Stuck in reverse

Perhaps I shall cut their laces
cut their ties, their
ability to hold


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