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Dark And Metric

No taxi could take you,
No trains rolling by,
No bicycle shop,
No planes in the sky.
Planes in the sky.
Not a night spent in jail,
Parrot on my arm,
Not a man of the world,
No patch on my eye.
Patch on my eye.
Dark and metric is my town,
Every day and night.
Just because you're floating
Doesn't mean you haven't drowned...
No spoiler, no windscoop,
No mag wheels in back,
No hydraulic shocks,
No privacy glass.
Privacy glass.
Dark and metric is my town,

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song performed by They Might Be Giants
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I'm not familiar with the metric system.

quote by Patton Oswalt
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Thus the metric system did not really catch on in the States, unless you count the increasing popularity of the nine-millimeter bullet.

quote by Dave Barry
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Canadians can easily 'pass for American' as long as we don't accidentally use metric measurements or apologize when hit by a car.

quote by Doug Coupland
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I frequently compose out the entire metric structure of a piece in modified cyclic form, where each cyclic revolution undergoes some form of 'variation' much as if measure lengths were concrete musical 'material.'

quote by Brian Ferneyhough
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Thunder

Weather-bureau godly telegraphing busy
Messaging in morse-code of distant sounds
Decoded to roll on in soft beats
Metric in simple, duple, triple
Restless but in lightning ardency
Accelerated additive to down-beats
To din-din the earth, a 'tete-a-tete' scenario

poem by Indira Renganathan
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In the Lead

My pencil’s charged with poetry.
It can write verses fluidly
and inscribe them on the sheet
in rhyme and perfect metric feet.
It’s such a simple artefact
but filled with magic that’s a fact.
A pristine page is quite enough
to make my pencil do it’s stuff.
My pad, my pencil and my muse
can’t see a challenge and refuse
A blank page they can’t bear to see.
That why I’m writing poetry
I have a pad I have a pen
which forces me to write again.

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Enigmatic!

Enigmatic, Asiatic, sympathetic, symbolic, tonic!
Of the wonders of life around us;
But, where is the place of peace on this earth?

Arithmetic, systemic, tactic, Artic, synthetic;
But, it was just perfect! !
And, it fits just perfect with the wonders of nature.

Architectonic, metric, antibiotic, Antartic, artistic!
And with the wonders of science;
But, this muse of love is closely connected with it.

Automatic, archaic, arthritic, apocalyptic, panic! !
To do it yourself alone in the line of duty;
But, like a registered dentist with the muse of care.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Diffident Demeanor

Her flirtatious eyes met mine. A pretentious flutter
caused me to flinch. Her conspicuous smile
confirmed how silly I looked. Yet looking
at her, at those eyes, I didn’t give a damn.
Sitting two tables away might as well have been
a metric mile. I thought to myself: Is she
actually alone or is she waiting for someone?
I see only one glass, the one in her hand
but that doesn’t prove a thing. Think again Romeo!
Have I only imagined romantic overtures?
I probably did. I could prove otherwise
if I had the courage but being bold
is not my nature. I guess I’ll never know.
So here I sit like a stone statue.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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Planning stage for Friend Konstantin

This garden is not as it should be. It’s sad to see
neglected now and over grown. It was once known
To house a rather special stone which stood alone.
Which is not where it used to be as you can see.
This garden suffers from neglect but I expect.
It can be made beautiful once more, we can restore
it to how it was to before. To be once more
A quiet pace to meditate, its not too late.
Despite its neglected state I cannot wait
to start the transformation.It must be done.
I’m happy to anticipate though I must wait.
Before I can contemplate the finished state
of my own haven in the sun. Not yet begun

Baroque sonnet
Alexandrine meter
6 metric feet or 12 syllables per line

Rhyme pattern
abba

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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