Rhythm and Rhyme Workshop
(12/21/2013 2:46:00 PM)
Saturday, December 21,2013
3: 12 AM
Winter in the south when the north
wind blows the starlings are gathered in the trees
gathered by the hundreds flying helter-skelter
looking for shelter the resounding cacophony
makes you think of Hitchcock's movie The Birds
The wind is cold making your cheeks as red
as the Cardinals we see in the spring wondering
what this winter will bring four days hot two
days cold and the seventh day we rest while the
Instead of being in bed at 3 AM I am sitting here
writing poetry while precipitation is falling on my head
looking for inspiration I will catch my death of cold
does not matter because I am old.
If this is not dedication maybe I should take a vacation
and look for another vocation.
(12/13/2013 8:10:00 AM)
Aly ballie, aly ballie bee
Sitting on your mummy's knee.
Briton corn, a wee, baby.
If I may culter scendy.
(12/9/2013 6:40:00 AM)
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Drowned in hate
I felt the stab of pain
From a brother in the hood
One seeking to rise to fame
I thought he understood.
I taste the bitter in what he said
As he spits the words out
“I wish you were dead”
He just verified my doubt.
I hear the cries for pity
In our own neighborhood,
Not across the state or in another city
I hear the cries that no one ever should.
I smell the stench of betrayal
Of the brother who killed his mate.
“And thus he came to the end of his trail”,
Said the pastor, as silent he lays in state.
I see the mother dab her eye
She’s crying for our state
It’s not just the other guy
It’s our nation drowned in hate!
(12/6/2013 10:19:00 PM)
Friends and Foes -
Do not believe in every one's repose
For seeming friends prove oftern the greatest foes,
In fairest meadows dangerous adders lie,
And most deceit is clad in flattery:
Which in deluding counsellors is shown
Not for thy monies or profit but their own.
(11/23/2013 12:25:00 AM)
Limericks and verses are easy to rehearse
with the passage of time in your mind.
Each verse each stanza may romance us
but beware of the temptation you may lose
sensation of the conversation while waiting
in the terminal of hesitation.
The pallet of an artist full of smears of the color
he holds dear to make his canvas true to his style
one misplaced stroke can erase a smile and
To the poet the same is true of knowing when
you are through one more verse one more stanza
and the romance is through.
(11/13/2013 11:27:00 PM)
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As time goes by, all seems to change,
Friendships flourish then quickly fades
The days that were bright and so full of fun,
Quickly fade like light leaving the sun
I dont know what has happened,
from now to back then,
Where has it gone?
when did it end?
The questions that linger deep down in my mind,
I choose to let go and leave them behind
I start to move forward letting it all fade,
wanting to start over, turning a new page.
Starting New friendships erasing the past,
With a new train of thought, I know it will last
(11/13/2013 11:25:00 PM)
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Now that I'm older The days just fly by,
Faster it seems, in the blink of an eye.
I try to hold tight, to each hour in the day,
but it's gone in a instant the night takes it away,
Soon it's all over tomorrows a new day
grasping on tight I know it won't stay
The clock keeps on ticking, the hours they pass,
what was of today is now yesterday's past
The memories still linger through the midst of the day,
but gone once more is another new day
Pedro Andres Rodriguez
(11/6/2013 10:00:00 AM)
that twinkle in my eye
the nervous mess inside
a dry lump when I stare
cold sweat at dawn's light
my fountain of delight
you see, I have them all
the hopeless signs of love
makes old feel young again
takes soul to fertile plains
and turns mere men to mice
at one glance of her sight
oh, no ship will bring me home
I sail to mapless lands unknown
this captain treads uncharted course
where lust and love are friendly foe
and endless dreams roam wildly free
to those who brave her blissful seas
now, my gallows beaming bright
a heart once broken, full of life
I graze her healing hands again
to drain the river of my sins
with strident voice and daring pose
sirens echo from her shores
to face the wonder of her gates
and meet the master of my fate
with breadth I take my final leap
into love's audacious keep
a fortress ruled with care not might
her queen is you, my joy, on high
Pedro Andres Rodriguez
Kaylin Ruth Adarne
(10/30/2013 7:26:00 AM)
I‘d cut my nails, tie my hair, and check myself in the mirror twice
All I know is I ought to look nice
To please you, though it’s as clear the blue skies that I don’t have to
Cause you like the exact reflection in the mirror and not the way people want me to
Then we would meet at your simple and loving place
Where we’d talk and play simple tunes
Then you’d blush and smile when I look at your face
And to your eyes, as bright as the moon
Our fingers would touch slightly and softly
Would give me shivers that I want to linger
But I’d hold my heart back and smile at the thought shyly
For all I know, we’re just kids and nothing would go deeper
Sometimes we’d sit at the sofa and watch a movie
And I noticed how shy, quiet, and serious you are from a small distance
Those were the times that I tried to move closely
It’s sad. No matter how small of a distance would fade all the chance
The day you asked me to go with you to a sacred place
A hangout that I’d always remember till this day
When I felt the most scared and awkward of all times
I knew you want me to be closer to Him and I want you to be mine
In my mind it stayed as a memory flashing back every now and then
There are times I would smile
There are moments I would cry
It’s hard to accept the fact that those are just memories remembered then forgotten
Days went by as quiet as the air, the vision of you became a blur
Can’t remember exactly how you turned into such a “nobody” in the end
If ever I’ll have your touch again, I am not sure
All the times we spent for now are just fading moments
please I need criticisms..thank you
(10/18/2013 10:37:00 AM)
My contemporary verses
need not to make any sense,
any heart's feelings or aesthetic worth.
May be these unrhymed sounds
reflect Oxymoron and Enjambment,
and no metaphor at all.
and possibly full of nonsense: weird
And must not hoity - toity.
I don't care
If my verses (contemporáneo)
twitch and fret
Your poesy sense,
to elate your sabiduría.(once it supposed to)
it's all personal narración:
may terribly pleases you
Leave you pissed.