A Poet’s Feast Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D E F G G H I J D K H L M J M N O P Q R N S M S T T S U V W X Y Z V S S M S| A | |
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| Down memory lane I m compelled | B |
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| Somewhere in the distant lands | C |
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| That day we banqueted for the lyric beauty | D |
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| To appreciate the critic at | E |
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| The bevy moved over the moon | F |
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| They hailed praises to the gods | G |
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| And fumed disgust to society odds | G |
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| How I envied Kiguli s adoration for | H |
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| Uncle Tim s mentoring | I |
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| When before the gurus upon that podium | J |
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| She sliced the critic s irony | D |
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| Unfortunately she was a wordsmith | K |
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| But the little of her mentor | H |
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| The word magician and a pen | L |
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| I drowned in the clouds of repetition | M |
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| My nostril smelt the dust of symbolism | J |
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| And I trembled at the storm of her diction | M |
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| I cherished hundred tears of joy in my eyes | N |
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| As she flicked Tim s rhetoric of laughter | O |
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| She was but a symbol of the media in Crazy Peter Prattles | P |
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| And I perused for her head tie to joy sob | Q |
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| Down memory lane am compelled too | R |
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| The Pattern of dust on my eyes | N |
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| was carried by Uncle Tim s Strange wind | S |
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| I met Patrick Mangeni not in Deception | M |
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| Oh my eyes clicked Chris W Kirunda | S |
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| the ideal maker of the beautiful Elegy for Pio | T |
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| It brings back the thrill of music so | T |
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| writers never die | S |
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| Keeping Zirumu s whispers alive | U |
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| Footprints of the outsider dragged me to Julius Ocwinyo | V |
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| The non neo colonial apparatus in the Pearl | W |
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| Austin Bukenya s voice | X |
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| drummed my eardrum with a Madrigal | Y |
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| A twinkling piano in I Met a thief | Z |
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| With those stumbling words that told you | V |
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| what the most naive untutored ear wanted | S |
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| with all the gulls around it | S |
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| And my soul was left roasting in Reflection | M |
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| Ayeta had lit | S |
Kirabo Anthony
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 02/15/2023
Poet's note: A Poet’s feast talks about Timothy Wangunsa’s celebration at 80, an event that took place at Makerere University.
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