Rhythm and Rhyme Workshop
(10/10/2007 7:17:00 PM)
'What I love about John Logan's poems is what we loved in him as a man: their warmth and directness, their affection for the world and its lives and the way they happen. The poems seem transparent, a current in which orescence and change, joy and loss, our involvement with them, are all but palpable.'
- W.S. Merwin
after János Hegedüs
and for Jill Bullitt
The moon is in sight
On a poplar rotting in the night
Two lamps of eyes catch fire
Two clawed feet clutch at their desire
The profound owl
Ferocious and gray
For he is hungry as can be
He is hungry as can be.
by John Logan
©BOA Editions, Ltd 1989
American Poets Continuum Series
(10/8/2007 11:01:00 AM)
Hey everybody.Please read my poems and rate it.Please!
(9/20/2007 5:18:00 PM)
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I found the interesting rhyme scheme for 'Though I Shoulder This Rain', in a poem by Dorothy Nimmo, the Settle poet who died a few years ago. (I live in Settle, Yorkshire.) Unfortunately I haven't got her poem to hand...
Though I Shoulder This Rain
Though I shoulder this rain like a pack,
I know a part of me will always be
in Johannesburg Transvaal, in Bellevue,
near the vagrant root of a flowering tree.
I know that part of me will always be
where purple jacarandas wash over the street -
with my brother feeding the pigeons, who with fencing wings
strut and bobble about his sandalled feet.
Where purple jacarandas wash over the street:
tender report of the popping flowers.
pressed by wheelers and walkers, the shouters, talkers
who pass under his balcony at all hours.
Tender report of the popping flowers.
Clickbang of lightning: my memories persist
vivid as the storm through England's drizzle.
They will stay with me as long as I exist.Replies for this message:
(9/8/2007 4:27:00 PM)
I write a lot of my poems with rhyme and rhythm because I write for children. If you have children, or know of parents/grandparents/teachers, please tell them of my website: www.whiteheadm.co.uk Having said that I write for children, lots of adults tell me they like my work also.
(7/31/2007 4:59:00 AM)
check out my poems
(7/29/2007 5:26:00 PM)
Just a tip - online rhyme dictionaries,
for the time when you just cant think of a ryhme.
Would apreciate comments and critique on my poems please
(7/19/2007 12:07:00 PM)
YAY for poets who use traditional rhyme!
YAY to YOU!
(6/29/2007 9:01:00 AM)
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?
(6/26/2007 11:19:00 AM)
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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,
Rustle and shimmer of icy creek waters
stones turn underfoot, small and hard as toes
cold nose dripping
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
under the sun
With joyful interpenetration for all.
Gary SnyderReplies for this message:
(6/29/2007 8:57:00 AM)
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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
(6/27/2007 7:04:00 PM)
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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
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(6/21/2007 5:50:00 PM)
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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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