Rhythm and Rhyme Workshop
Joshua Poetical King Sovea
(3/8/2010 7:07:00 AM)
Mental Insanity, Invisions Of The Lame, The Hardstyle Feeling Is The Thought Invain, The Feeling Of Wonder, The Sound That Goes, The Thought That Death Is Near Yet Slow, You Know That Life Is Like A Speeding Train, Yet They Scream Out Thoughts Tha Make Your Blood Drain, The Posibiltiys Of Thoughts And The Act, But in The End Were Wtill Under Deaths Attck! !
- Joshua Poetical King Sovea
Thats just some stuff i do when im at school and i Cant Be Botherd To Listen to The Teacher...
(2/22/2010 11:44:00 PM)
Greetings from the outter dimensions. I am a poet currently seeking advice on what I should expect when publishing books. My goal this decade is to publish my first two books, one on poetry and another concerning a science fiction novel. I am a freshmen in high school and I do realize I have much to learn, so please, anything you can do to help would be great!
(2/10/2010 7:14:00 PM)
In writing this piece, I focused on the main idea, and used simple words to reflect what one feels and thinks of when hearing a baby laugh. Simplicity, brevity, unity of thought, and emotion were the elements woven in, with a last line as conclusion, so the poem does not 'hang'.
A BABY'S LAUGHTER
Each time I hear a baby's laughter
I feel a tickle in my heart.
I have to stop and listen better
Catching each note of musical art.
Such innocent laugh in joy released,
A soothing balm for a wearied soul.
All earthly worries seem to ease,
A baby's laughter makes me whole.
(Composed July 18,2008 -Tarlac City Philippines
(2/9/2010 12:33:00 AM)
The letter 'I' was omitted at the posting of the poem title - it should be 'I Must Have Swallowed the Key'
(2/9/2010 12:28:00 AM)
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This was one of my first attempts at poetry and it had earned many reviews in many other sites. I found out most readers like simplicity of words, brevity, and a common idea for the content - here it was a love departed but returning.
' MUST HAVE SWALLOWED THE KEY'
Please do not come back
And say that you love me.
I'm the one that you lack
And your life's been so empty.
There's nothing to recover
For this heart's closed to love.
It's just now you discover
A treasure you have snubbed.
Why unearth the mystique
Of a past that is buried?
And so hurt someone weak
With goodbyes that were hurried?
You longed for my voice
And the feeling of bliss,
But you made the wrong choice
When you left Love like this.
Gone is the arrow that Cupid shot
Padlocked this heart, you see.
Though you pry it open, you cannot-
For I must have swallowed the key.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello-
(Written May 2,2009 - Tarlac City, Philippines)
(2/8/2010 1:05:00 PM)
critique and suggestions are welcome and really needed! !
'I pray sunlight remembers me.'
A helping of that loneliness
Has endangered my whole life.
Its bitter and it quakes me.
Its siren's song do so entice.
As does the ink of an octopus
Left to drift in its departure
I shiver forgotten too
Like the devil's discarded garter.
My hands quiver slightly
As if to always remind me
Of the fear I have of fearing
That dull starlight won't remind me-
To embrace the drug of sleep
That only burns to comfort me.
Only darkness bakes me apple pies.
I pray sunlight remembers me.
Kyle S. Hamp
(2/6/2010 2:31:00 PM)
Thunder isn't present.
Lightning doesn't strike.
The flood after a heart breaks
Is what this storm is like.
Twilight claims the daytime.
God has got the blues
For once again I'm late again
In paying my past dues.
The color of the living
Has blackened without night.
Drowning are the daffodils
Without the sun's sweet light.
A dilapidated canine
With fur like scaly skin
Licks with his pink failing tongue
God's tears. He drinks them in.
This puppy is a martyr.
He believes he will be saved,
But sadly or maybe gladly
Under the sun he will be paved.
Kyle S. Hamp
(2/3/2010 5:19:00 PM)
This is another of my poems with rhyme and rhythm, and a subtle message of faith. I use simple words and phrases as these easily connect to the readers
and even to those not so familiar with poetry can relate to them. Comments appreciated, these poems were posted at others sites since 2008-2009 and have had positive reviews.
'CROSSING MY SEA'
I am crossing my red sea
And the waters are high
They're over and above me
And they make me cry.
The burdens are heavy
The challenges many
More than I can ask.
The staff that You gave me
Is this little pen
For writing is surely
What You intend.
I am crossing my red sea
And my hopes will be bright
As long as You're with me
My life is alright.
My needs You do know
As I journey across
I will trust You and so
I will not suffer loss.
Hold my hand in this sea
Many times I will stumble
Let me reach victory
For I know You are able!
'I love You, O Lord, my Strength.'
Psalm 18: 1
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
(2/3/2010 6:02:00 AM)
This poem was written based on a true story of tragedy that happened in our city. Comments appreciated.
'DEATH COMES TO ANY AGE'
There is one story that makes me shudder
And so with care I live each day
It is about a mother and a daughter
Who went to a mall for her birthday.
The mother promised the eight year old
For a cellphone as her requested gift,
Excited to call her Dad she was told-
As they crossed a street, she ran so swift.
The daughter had crossed ahead and saw
That her mother was left at the other side
And so like a child she ran back although
The lights had changed for the street so wide.
The lights turned to green and it was a 'go'
As all vehicles started to go running
Cars and trucks speeding traffic flow
Not seeing the small child who was crossing.
The truck driver saw but it was too late
The brakes just would not have time to hold
The little girl met her untimely fate
As the truck ran over that eight-year-old.
The hysterical mother went into shock
Seeing her child's brains on the pavement
In grief she almost had a heart attack
Screamed in tears her anguished lament.
The lesson here that Death teaches us all
One may be eighty or be eight-year-old
But when He chooses to give us a call
With Him, there's no young and there's no old.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
(2/2/2010 2:58:00 AM)
Another poem with rhyme, and a lot of mythical personifications, theme of lost love and supposed 'freedom'. Objective comments appreciated.
Will Bacchus wine drown me at last
In drunken stupor lie?
Freed from the memories of the past,
In deepest slumber sigh?
To soar in dreams Orion's mantle
Ride Hermes' wings in fantasy
To heights and stars all mine to handle
Here lies my bed, this galaxy.
Will Eros then in mercy take
His cruel arrow from my heart?
From Aphrodite's list forsake
My name, from love do I depart!
Escape to blissful freedom here
In bright Aurora sun
The dawn shall wipe away the tear
Of night, for new day has began.
Like Echo just set free, enjoy
Emptied of Narcissus' face -
With her these dancesteps will employ
Freedom from my sorrowed days.
Will Galatea breathe at last,
And grant Pygmalion's wish?
But Love when freed escapes too fast
The heart remains, with none to cherish.
Copyright 2009 Cynthia Buhain Baello
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