Rhythm and Rhyme Workshop

Curious, does anyone have a workshop that can help
out a amature writer (poetry) .

Please let me know, thanks. :)

Ode to Spring

Oh Spring, you bring the birds and bees,
again the trees are full of green!
I sing at last of sweeter scenes-
bright daffodils and sunny skies,
the fluffy clouds that float on high.
At last, at last, I skip and play,
I sing the dreary grey away
that circled me all winter long.
You bring to me the season's song,
a symphony and choral throng,
with kaleidoscopes' shined wondrous hues
in yellows, purples, pinks, and blues.
Grand visions bring me to my knees,
a tulip's grace, the dogwood trees-
fresh flowers scent the gentle breeze
that greets my window these spring nights
to burst forth dreams crayola bright.

With pen, I'm hearing nature sing,
while writing this, my ode to Spring.

a flower grew in my mind perchance

a flower grew
in my mind perchance
and there lay a ladybug
nestled in the petals
hidden from a humble
bumblebee’s perspective
and spider webs
of sticky thread
were spun
inside my head
an arachnid’s
deadly arrangement
for any aphids
then dawn yawned
daylight’s song upon
the blessed blossom
bloomed and
blown by
the wind’s imagination
as noon loomed
rain ran down
from the sky
to the ground
and the sound
like a crowd
from the clouds
drowned out
all thought
but as the sun
sank the stars
stirred and
the flower
opened
in reverse

Choose Life

Just because you don't want to look at Him
doesn't mean He isn't there! You aren't that big
or clever, that you could ever wipe Him out!
Just becuase you feel no need of redemption,
complete in yourself, doesn't mean He didn't
lay his life down...agonisingly...deliberately,
for you, and the day you do!
Just because you choose to close your eyes to
all His whisperings, and hear instead
those cold, dead explanations from 'experts'who know nothing
of eternity, doesn't mean the stars and planets,
bees and flowers, are not dancing to
the melodies He plays!
Just because you never pray, doesn't mean
He isn't waiting, like any father would, to
hear your voice.
Just because you think you've chosen doesn't mean
He isn't giving you the choice.....
Choose life! ....He urges you to live
and just becuase you will not take the gift he offers
doesn't mean there is no more to give!
F.H.S

i use rhyme quite often, when i write, but i use alliteration right along side of it but i am not sure that i always use it in a traditional sense, here are some examples,

a leather clown’s pernicious frown
of doubtful doubled texturing

was weaving waves most withering
in heavy steps on stalwart stares

where i passed him crying there
i knelt and licked his salty soul

and saw he’d seen the morning fold
a peachy pleasure form for me

still undeterred he much preferred
to glower toward the flower
in the weeds

The bellicose behemoth
behaving quite bereaved,
bedevils bogus beatific beasties
by bawling bawdily.
Basically the belligerent bellows
briskly bathe the breeze,
bringing brutish brazen braggarts
to buckle bend and bleed.
Blinding boorish bombastic bon vivants,
bashing their barefaced breeds.
But though i not be blameless,
be not i besieged.
The bellicose behemoth
barely bothers me.

I admire the polish pizza man,
I fed his puppy right from the can.
I have to say
I’m really a fan
of the Polish Pizza man.

I’m inspired by the one-legged paperboy
I give him tips and a toy.
No, I won't be coy,
I’m a friend of the one-legged paperboy.

My rhyme

I hate the polish pizza man
I raped his dog inside my van
I like my toast
with a side of ham
I raped the polish pizza man

I hate the one-legged paper boy
I raped his ear with an almond joy
I beat off to the real McCoy
I hate the one-legged paper boy



now comes the point where I need help...
the rules are simple-first you put who you hate
-then you put what you raped
-then you put something that is irrelevant to the whole thing
-end it with the first line
-be as disgusting and vile as possible

Will be grateful if those who visit this RR Workshop take a look at my poems. They have all the rhyme and rhythm that people are looking for.
Grateful for a positive response.

Tan Pratonix

I prefer rhythm, rhymes and meters in poetry. That is mostly what I write. However, I have developed an appreciation for poems that do not rhyme as well but have a strong meaning. I hate poetry that only the author can interpret. I believe the gift of writing poetry is intended to extend a positive message or a provoking thought to the reader.

Anyhoo, here is my rythm and rhyme poem. Have at it Mr. H.

I long to meet and greet
Chase the embrace
Caress away distress
To Have and to Hold
Experience without interference
To have intimately known
Claim as my own
The Infamous PEACE

To me, rhyming and metered poetry is not only more fun to read, but to write as well. A whole lot of the poetry of the last ten years or so has been little more than prose with line breaks-no rhyme, and precious little rhythm. It really exercises the brain and expands mastery in our craft when we go back to those tried and true traditional forms of poetry. More and more legitimate critics are arguing that you can't just call anything a poem. And poetry that makes sense only to the person who wrote it? -well, that's a whole 'nother story. Sometimes a 'cozy' traditional poet like Henry W. Longfellow can say more than a hundred post-modernists free-stylers. And Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson can pack a whollop in what at first seems like a simple line. Hooray for rhythm and rhyme!