Rhythm and Rhyme Workshop

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  • Josie Whitehead (6/29/2007 9:01:00 AM) Post reply

    I am a children's poet, having just written my 230th children's poem. Do any of you feel that a separate section for children's poetry would be a good idea for PoemHunter? I think that teachers, looking for children's poetry, would like to have it separated from the main adult section. Anyone who agrees?

  • Goldy Locks (6/26/2007 11:19:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    For All

    Ah to be alive
    on a mid-September morn
    fording a stream
    barefoot, pants rolled up,
    holding boots, pack on,
    sunshine, ice in the shallows,
    northern rockies.

    Rustle and shimmer of icy creek waters
    stones turn underfoot, small and hard as toes
    cold nose dripping
    singing inside
    creek music, heart music,
    smell of sun on gravel.

    I pledge allegiance

    I pledge allegiance to the soil
    of Turtle Island,
    and to the beings who thereon dwell
    one ecosystem
    in diversity
    under the sun
    With joyful interpenetration for all.

    Gary Snyder

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    • Josie Whitehead (6/29/2007 8:57:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      I loved the clear description in your poetry. You brought the words to life. I could almost feel the cool waters washing over my feet. I think the little line: I pledge allegiance which stood alon ... more

    • Gregory Collins (6/27/2007 7:04:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

      cannot remember much but he wrote one about how poetry comes to him, blundering over the boulders, going to meet it at the edge of the campfire.......i am always interested in kerouacs jaffy ryder...s ... more

  • Goldy Locks (6/21/2007 5:50:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    The Miracle of Death

    The miracle of death is precise like the law.
    Our bodies will decompose in their natural elements.
    Perhaps we'll meet as underground streams,
    as humus and salt at the roots of a plant
    that will flourish and open its petals,
    astounding everything with its anonymous beauty.
    Our bones will blossom . . . .

    ...............................................*But the souls?
    poor aerial creatures, they'll wander the clouds,
    forever separate and never whole.

    by Moikom Zeqo | I Don't Believe in Ghosts
    Copyright © 2007 BOA Editions

    * are spaces where each period signifies an enter mark.

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  • Benny S. (6/20/2007 5:11:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I was wondering if anybody knew of any way to... 'feel'... iambic pentameter. I've been trying to do different forms, and a sonnet is what I thought of first, but I'm having trouble with iambic pentameter. I know what it is, definition-wise, but it's hard to 'feel' it... do you know what I mean? Can anybody help?

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    • Tired of Being Exploited (6/22/2007 2:22:00 PM) Post reply

      I strongly suggest this article for a quick run up on the feel. Remember that the Iambic Pentameter was the common structure of everyday English during the 17-18th centuries. They came by it naturally ... more

  • Real Girl (6/14/2007 3:21:00 PM) Post reply

    La la la la fa fa fa fa ra ra ra ra
    may day lay pay
    cry my lie tie
    low toe no know

  • Josie Whitehead (6/14/2007 9:26:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Could anyone tell me how this is a workshop please?

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    • Ernestine Northover (6/19/2007 3:39:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      It used to be Rosie, but now people use it to flog their own poems, which is very boring. They put them on all the Forums, whether or not they are the correct type of thing for that Forum. I tried onc ... more

  • the poet (6/13/2007 8:21:00 AM) Post reply

    hi everyone, i would like to thank those who have spent their valuable time reading my poems. i hope those who have not will stop by my page and read some of my poems. your comments are very much appreciated! ! ! Thanks everyone and have a beautiful, wonderful and nice day! ! !


  • Gisele Paterson (6/9/2007 11:00:00 AM) Post reply

    Bashing through the forest
    never felt so hopeless
    Where are you MJ?
    somewhere out there, are you ok?

    I miss your scent
    I long for your rants
    Your presence
    give me assurance

    Come back to me
    your face I want to see
    all your features too
    I miss you.

  • Viviana Torres (6/6/2007 6:19:00 PM) Post reply

    This is supposed to be the rythm workshop? I dont see much point in extracting literature from cutting yourself or pooping in front of crowds. I just thought this would be hosted by someone from the site. Take care, everyone.

  • Rick Crews (5/16/2007 9:30:00 AM) Post reply

    im adopted and special edd,
    my name is jiffy,
    i have three fingers,
    and i was the star of the ringer,

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