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

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

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

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

      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.

  • Gokhan Sevinc (3/21/2006 2:49:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    hi to everyone..
    I'm looking for alternative translations of the poem 'Instants' by J.L.Borges
    from its own language. if you have some alternative ones other than the known one please e-mail me:

  • kskdnj sajn (3/7/2006 6:56:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies Stage

    Mary your Nieces poetry is sweet. She's a natural for 13! :)

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    • Josie Whitehead (3/10/2006 2:42:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

      I am a new member. I can tell you that rhythm and rhyme poetry is liked by many people. For nine years my poems have stayed in my notebook, and I only ever read them to the children at the school wh ... more

    • Mary Nagy (3/8/2006 7:22:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      Thanks Angie.......I think she writes some really good stuff. Ok, I was wrong...she's 14! (She corrected me.....I know those years matter!) I'm glad you checked her out. We have lived in differen ... more

  • Mary Nagy (3/7/2006 12:17:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies Stage

    I don't blame you Sally! Mind if I join you? ? :) Mary

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  • kskdnj sajn (3/4/2006 11:15:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Herbert Nehrlich (2/27/2006 10: 03: 00 PM)

    Hunters, Gatherers and Poets:

    The verdict from our (anonymous) judge has come in, just this minute.
    In the rhyming competition:

    The bronze medal is shared by: Scarborough Gypsy, CJ Heck, DA Phinney
    (score 7)

    The silver medal is shared by: Craig Ewens, Rich Hanson
    (score 7.5)

    The gold medal is shared by: Max Reif, Raynette Eitel, John Kay

    (score 8)

    Now don't come chasing after me. I didn't even get a mention! ! ! ! !

    Best wishes and thanks to all for entering.

  • Jim Valero (12/20/2005 7:59:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    I'd like to share a poem by Archibald MacLeish which I just love, because it expresses what I personally feel about poetry. Though there is very little rhyme, the little there is works just fine for the poet's purpose, which is what the poem itself is about. The poem is called 'Ars Poetica, ' Latin for 'The Art of Poetry.' Hope y'all dig.

    Ars Poetica

    A poem should be palpable and mute
    As a globed fruit

    As old medallions to the thumb

    Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
    Of casement ledges where the moss has grown -

    A poem should be wordless
    As the flight of birds

    A poem should be motionless in time
    As the moon climbs

    Leaving, as the moon releases
    Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,

    Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
    Memory by memory the mind -

    A poem should be motionless in time
    As the moon climbs

    A poem should be equal to:
    Not true

    For all the history of grief
    An empty doorway and a maple leaf

    For love
    The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea -

    A poem should not mean
    But be

    -Archibald MacLeish

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    • Poetry Hound (12/20/2005 8:30:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      Yes, this is perhaps his most famous poem. See the response by Czeslaw Milosz entitled 'Ars Poetica? '

  • Ernestine Northover (12/17/2005 1:01:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies Stage

    I thought this poem by William Barnes 1801 - 1886 was worth a read, I think it is rather lovely.

    A Winter Night.

    It was a chilly winter's night;
    And frost was glittering on the ground,
    And evening stars were twinkling bright;
    And from the gloomy plain around
    Came no sound,
    But where, within the wood-girt tower,
    The churchbell slowly struck the hour;
    As if that all of human birth
    Had risen to the final day,
    And soaring from the worn-out earth
    Were called in hurry and dismay
    Far away;
    And I alone of all mankind
    Were left in loneliness behind.

    Comments appreciated. Love Ernestine XXX

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    • Martha J. Eshelman-Smith (1/30/2006 11:21:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      This is well worth sharing. I find the rhyme pattern to be unusual and interesting: ababbcc dededdff. Do you know anything about the author?

    • Herbert Nehrlich1 (1/18/2006 3:32:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      Guess what? I will make two corrections to this poem and ask you what you think....: 5th line: came not a sound 12th line: so far away Well? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? H And Sally won't s ... more

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  • Jim Valero (12/15/2005 9:36:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies Stage

    Here's another bit of satire: 'Modest Proposal Revisited.' If it is shocking, so is the ghastly ghost of hunger, poverty, & violence haunting the world today. Jonathan Swift, that Master of Satire, knew this well, & used his pen to expose the heartless exploitation, corruption, & decadence in the Ireland of his time. Sadly, three centuries ahead, the world still suffers from much the same social maladies Swift denounced.

    'A Modest Proposal Revisited'

    Several years ago, Jonathan Swift,
    that Leviathan of the Pen, propos’d,
    to strike out Famine, Poverty, & Plight,
    to take the children of the poor to roast;
    then, spiced up, well-dress’d, & tenderized,
    to serve them at the table for a bite.
    What best solution for the Brave New World
    that’s dying to be born, the Brave New World
    of globalized Commodities & Goods,
    where nothing holy is but is for sale,
    than end up Famine & increase our stock of foods—
    a brand new meat to eat after cocktail!

    Certainly the poorest nations of the world,
    which see their markets flooded with Oriental
    goods, their peasant’s hopes like trash being hurled
    into the mud canals, would take this mirthful
    chance to double, triple, & even quadruple
    their incomes as they finally are able
    to sell good, tender meat worldwide, & cater
    to the delicate, sophisticated palates
    of the Rich & Mighty with a meal that’s better
    than pork, venison, or veal. With large frigates
    going ‘cross the oceans, up & down,
    with infants’ meat for Paris, London, & New York—
    the poorest part of this poor planet would become
    a Paradise on Earth, the Greatest Boomtown
    in our Brave New Globalized & O so awesome
    Cen – tu - ry!

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    • Wayne Guy Butterfield (12/15/2005 7:28:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      Swift's 'A Modest Proposal' certainly is a classic of satire. And as you suggest, Jim, in many ways sadly still applicable today. Thanks for a very interesting post! Best, Wayne

    • Ernestine Northover (12/15/2005 3:58:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      Now this takes some reading, Jim, I shall have to read it a few times, but having read it twice already, I'm beginning to take it in. It certainly covers a lot and explains a lot, and what one reads i ... more

  • Jim Valero (12/14/2005 12:00:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies Stage

    Hello, I want to make a contribution to the 'Rhythm + Rhyme Workshop' with a satirical poem of mine. It's called 'What Was God Doing? '


    What was God doing when he first blew up
    the nought & single-handedly begot
    the aught in that terrible Big Bang?

    Was He pondering on Sin, Repentance & Redemption,
    while huge galaxies & worlds unfurl'd in cosmic radiation?
    Did He dwell on Moral Law, Sexual Continence,
    & life-long Matrimony while the choirs of angels sang?

    Did he think of Life & Death, of Misery & Pain,
    as his mighty dreadful hand stirr'd the cosmic brew?
    In what genial, timeless moment did God engineer his Hell?
    Did He watch all sinners roast in a fancy grand preview?

    Could his Infallible Reason fully fathom how insignificant
    human life would be in the scheme of Cosmic Time?
    Did He stop to think of Just & Fair as He wrote his Passion Play?
    What rating will He give it when He writes the end review?

    And when everything's been said & done,

    Will God just rewind the tape in one terrible Big Crunch?
    Will He have the Passion Play re-played as He enjoys his brunch?

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    • Karen Seyfert (1/27/2006 9:43:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      The first 3 stanzas spoke very strongly to me. I was 'talking back' to the poem as I read it. (Responses were, 'Of course not! Heaven forbid! Hell NO! ') That happens seldom for me. The last verses w ... more

    • Mary Nagy (12/14/2005 8:40:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      What a thought provoking poem Jim! Very nice. I often wonder about these things.........Why we are and What we are to God puzzles me. I hope we're judged individually and not as a ''group effort''!

    • Ernestine Northover (12/14/2005 3:50:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

      Well Jim, I don't think you have left anything out in this poem. A deeply thought out write, unusual rhyming using the end of each stanza. making a deep read here. Well written, leaving one with that ... more

  • Wayne Guy Butterfield (12/13/2005 12:09:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies Stage

    Hello, all. I was deeply moved by the poem Ernestine recently posted entitled, “Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep.” The last line in particular, “I am not there I did not die, ” inspired me to write the following, with rhythm and rhyme and even a bit of free verse. The thoughts seemed especially appropriate these days, as the latest polls show most Americans now feel they were purposely misled into war.

    Nowhere To Hide

    So it was just lies
    The need to go to war
    Intentionally created
    Secretly debated
    Subtly misleading
    Endlessly repeating

    Yet somehow we fell for it
    The need to go to war
    Presidentially purported
    Congressionally supported
    Journalistically followed
    Publicly swallowed

    Lies about the reasons
    Lies about the treasons
    Lies with every breath
    Lies that led to death
    Over and over
    And over again

    Somewhere the souls of thousands
    Remember our need to go to war
    Somewhere the souls of thousands
    Cry in horror for ever more

    They see through our justifications
    Can no longer be fooled by our lies
    The charade that we wanted to free them
    Permanent bases carefully disguised

    They know the war’s real reasons
    Pivotal power from control of black gold
    Contempt for the views of others
    The value that each life holds

    And they cry out to us now in shock and awe
    To warn of the terrible price we will pay
    If we keep swallowing the lies of our leaders
    Till we join them on judgment day

    Yes, somewhere the souls of thousands
    See the truths we fail to grasp
    And they hear the rattling bones of the dead
    From the graveyards of empires past

    Wayne Guy Butterfield

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    • Ernestine Northover (12/13/2005 3:58:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      Yes, Wayne, I loved this a lot, I have put a comment on it on your poems site. As I said then the last two lines are absolutely great, and a beautiful finale to the poem. Congrats. Love Ernestine XXX

    • Mary Nagy (12/13/2005 9:47:00 AM) Post reply Stage

      Wayne, There have been many poems posted about the current war situation but none have moved me as much as this! What an incredible poem! I hope you've posted it. (If you did I missed it...sorry.) ... more

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