Rhythm and Rhyme Workshop


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  • Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (7/6/2009 11:28:00 AM) Post reply

    Please read my poem AFRICA'S SOUL for a publishing opportunity and information which is at the end of my poem.Thank you.

  • Stephen Stirk (7/1/2009 9:05:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    THE POET FROM ‘INCOGNITO ROAD’

    I showed my poem in my window in front of the curtain
    All could see it from the road
    Then I hid. How many read it? I’m not certain
    But I was proud and happy that it showed

    One day a traveller asked me if that poem I had read
    And if I knew the author of the ode
    I put my fingers in my ears and turned around and fled
    Into the peace and sanctuary of ‘Incognito’ road

    All my art was on display for them to share
    Some could ‘like’ and others ‘not like’ too
    And I was nonchalant pretending always not to care
    Unwilling to receive or even give a point of view

    Years later I had came across this traveller again
    And he remembered well that I had fled
    I’m sure he thought my actions quite insane
    But I had disappeared before he may have said

    “I’m sure that guy knew who had penned the verse
    I only needed seconds with the man – to speak
    These years without his words could have been worse
    I only craved to offer fond critique”

    These days behind my curtains I still hide
    My poem now is faded by the sun and crinkle brown
    All’s in tact, my wit, my art and best of all my pride
    The ’no-one knows me’ poet, from No Town

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  • Deborah Cromer (6/25/2009 9:24:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I aim to the innermost target of your soul
    Perfect among all, precious and completely whole
    Lost and wondering about you, I am in need of you
    Solitary time and restraints, confines so far among the few
    Beautifully driven, entwined and complex, lays the manifestation of time
    I do so climb and reach endlessly forward into magnificent rhyme

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  • Nick Josh (6/17/2009 5:20:00 PM) Post reply

    Poetry Rhythm and Rhyme Workshop

    Peters-Jones Building, Student Lounge. This workshop explores the rhythm and rhyme of poetry and how to find the musicality inherent in certain poetry. Workshop leaders will guide participants through a process of identifying rhyme scheme to find the rhythm of the piece. Small groups will be formed to create their own 'musical' poetry performance led by the Know Theatre actors. Partici­pants will have their moment in the spotlight as they perform the poetry piece created by their group. Recommended ages: Grades 1–5. Maximum attendance is 40.

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  • Csdb Kind (6/15/2009 2:49:00 PM) Post reply

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  • Csdb Kind (6/15/2009 2:49:00 PM) Post reply

    sickness, fools and lovers.
    walk along the roads all have walked.
    look deep inside.. fly. rules? no no no
    combine, all letters of insanity.

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  • 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.

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