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  • Stephen K. (5/19/2009 6:21:00 PM) Post reply

    http: //www.poemhunter.com/steve-qae/
    The Overwhelming Life

  • Csdb Kind (5/17/2009 5:26:00 PM) Post reply

    someone said something to me today. i was afraid.
    i was afraid to connect my eyes with him, i was afraid to speak.
    however, i connected my eyes and spoke my thoughts.
    its funny how, only after one could see the stupidity of fear.

  • Stephen Stirk (5/9/2009 4:10:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Confession - The Last Time I Had A Goose

    During dreams, I’m flying high
    Just like a birdie in the sky
    I fly behind him up above
    His orange beak says “Alright Love”? (he was from Liverpool)

    “Yes” I say “this is my first
    And for adventure I do thirst
    A dream’s the reason I can fly”
    A surreal sight as we fly by

    “I’m a man and you’re a goose
    All my dreams have been set loose
    To fly is all I ever crave”
    The goose replied “My name is Dave”

    “Hi Dave” I said with fond reply
    “Are you the reason I can fly”
    “God no”! he said indignantly
    “It’s bugger all to do with me”

    “I just turned, and you were there
    It’s not as if I really care
    One thing I treasure in the sky
    Is safety from what cannot fly”

    So Dave and I, in fullest flight
    Flew amidst the blue and white
    And secretly I took a gun
    To shoot the goose for lunch and fun

    The feathers fluttered everywhere
    But I stayed firmly in the air
    And caught him by his two webbed feet
    The fowl act made my dream complete

    As down to earth I glided back
    With Goosy gander in a sack
    His murder I could not resist
    Signed …………Psycho Ornithologist

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    • Chuck Audette (5/15/2009 2:16:00 PM) Post reply

      you fondle your pillow with a frown say that you are feeling down but if Freud could hear your dream, a-yup he would say you're quacking up!

    • I am Noelle (5/12/2009 9:56:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      I think it's wonderful....great ryhming

  • Bullion Grey (4/29/2009 10:07:00 PM) Post reply

    Well it maybe that your artist inside is heading in another direction than rhyming (sp?) You might try a few days with only writing about key words and ideas that you have fascination with. If one was interested in lets say cats, they might write, without attempting rhymes, things about and concerning cats. The food a cat loves, My cat the lazy luxury, or other things to do with cats. It is possible to draw from any dictionary several words randomly and then set to create a short cohesive writing that uses all the random words chosen.
    Poems you see, are to a greater degree, ideas about living and life.
    Rhymes might be, just a tool to see, if you can show a little bit of a slice!
    But writing is probably as someone said long ago just a virus we humanoids caught that drifted from outer space and infected all of us.
    Also a Thesaurus can be used in the same way as the dictionary mentioned above.
    The thought I think is most important is not if it has a ryhme, but is it true, authentic and something from ones heart. Is it a risk one takes to forget about all but just the soul's speaking out through pen. I hope this helps, Snow.
    BG

  • Snow White (4/29/2009 4:14:00 PM) Post reply

    Hi. I'm Snow. I was wondering if someone could tell me how the work rhymes into there poetry? I've always been able to put words together in a way that sounds good, but I never had rhyming come naturally to me. I don't know why but I think it hinders my writing. If some people could send me a message I'd be greatful.

  • Bullion Grey (4/27/2009 12:20:00 AM) Post reply

    'Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can some how become great.'
    -Mark Twain

  • OuSs@Ma Samouna (4/17/2009 5:55:00 AM) Post reply

    Dear poet
    can you take few minutes
    of your expensive time
    to read my new poem 'A friend'
    comment it.

    Thanks a lot in advance.

  • OuSs@Ma Samouna (4/16/2009 3:06:00 PM) Post reply

    A friend


    A friend
    is someone who
    F inds you in a
    R ush of people,
    I nspires you to do something in life,
    knows & feels all your
    E motions and
    N ever leaves you till the
    D eath.

    A friend
    is someone that everyone needs

    A friend
    is that special one

    A friend
    is someone you tell everything

    A friend
    is someone you never lie to

    A friend
    is someone can be a boy or girl

    A friend
    is someone always with you

    A friend
    is someone who knows everything about
    you and simply still loves you

    A friend
    is someone who sees the pain in your eyes
    while everyone else still believes in the smile in your face

    A friend
    always offer everything he can

    A friend
    will help you honestly when we need

    A friend
    will never let you down

    But, hey you! ! !

    A friend
    is not just sharing a joke, a conversation, a cup
    of coffee or a funny story

    A friend
    is sharing an honest and true part of yourself

    A friend
    is someone that everyone needs



    In short,

    A friend is the Oxygen that we all breath


    So,
    what would you do if you didn't have

    A friend? ? ? !

  • OuSs@Ma Samouna (4/16/2009 3:05:00 PM) Post reply

    Kindly read my poems.
    Any critical comments shall be appreciated.
    Thanks.

  • Michael Harmon (4/16/2009 2:20:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    As I mentioned in another forum, I'm new to this site. However, I believe a better name for this forum would have been 'Fixed Form Workshop', and a better name for the other one (the Free Form workshop) would have been 'Organic Form Workshop'. Rhythm and rhyme are not solely restricted to 'traditional' forms.

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