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  • Rookie lin haungs (6/1/2006 5:02:00 PM) Post reply
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    Curious, does anyone have a workshop that can help
    out a amature writer (poetry) .

    Please let me know, thanks. :)

  • Rookie Sherry Pedersen-Thrasher (5/5/2006 8:02:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    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.

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    • Rookie Ernestine Northover (5/7/2006 4:11:00 PM) Post reply

      This is a very nicely put together poem Sherry. I felt perhaps the first five lines didn't rhyme too well, bees with trees, but trees are not at the end of the line, scenes. green. (scene. green) Sk ... more

  • Rookie Bobby Hamby (5/4/2006 10:43:00 AM) Post reply

    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
    in reverse

  • Rookie Bel Shade (4/25/2006 4:20:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    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!

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    • Rookie Tom Zart (4/25/2006 11:24:00 AM) Post reply

      Great poem it should be posted on more sites for all to see.

  • Rookie Bobby Hamby (4/24/2006 9:44:00 PM) Post reply

    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.

  • Rookie Sonny Rainshine (4/11/2006 5:51:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    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.

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    • Rookie kskdnj sajn (4/11/2006 11:00:00 PM) Post reply

      I'm in love with the polish pizza man, and the one-legged boy is our son.

  • Rookie Tiyler Durden (4/4/2006 6:13:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    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

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Tan Pratonix (3/29/2006 2:24:00 AM) Post reply

    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

  • Rookie Falease Anderson (3/23/2006 1:42:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    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

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    • Rookie Sonny Rainshine (3/24/2006 5:31:00 AM) Post reply

      Nice poem, Falease. It has a very strong rhythm, both internal and external rhyme, and an admirable message. Comparing the search for peace to the search for a good marriage or love relationship is co ... more

  • Rookie Sonny Rainshine (3/22/2006 12:56:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    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!

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    • Rookie Nibedita Deb (4/15/2006 12:10:00 AM) Post reply

      Yes Stewart. Even I came to think about this very recently....Thax, N.D.

    • Rookie Lizzy Tomlinson (3/25/2006 4:34:00 PM) Post reply

      Hi. I'm new here and don't know that much about metering of poetry. I love it to rhyme, most poetry in school when I was young rhymed. I think the traditional method of writing poetry is best.

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