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  • Tony Sampson (2/20/2014 7:41:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Petaluma Police Car Tires

    Parked at the curb,
    The Petaluma Police could not observe,
    The car their sarge had parked;

    Not very far,
    I found me that car,
    And quickly thereto embarked;

    While I approached the police cruiser,
    I viewed the 'soon to be' accuser,
    Yet continued on with my plan;

    Two tires were popped,
    As downward they dropped,
    I fled in my sedan;

    A laughing desire,
    Brought a slash to each tire,
    Done in full brightness of the day;

    There I lurked,
    Around the corner the cops worked,
    And with them came my chance to play;
    ;
    From each tire's quick blow,
    Came the thrill hearing the air let flow,
    And to the ground them rims did go;

    By the knife's quick swing,
    Came laughter from the hiss sound of air leaking,
    While leaving the surprise of needing a tow;

    No, 'Candid Camera' wasn't there,
    To capture the officer's expression or glare,
    When he viewed the car he left so careless;

    Did he first move his car,
    To discover that he couldn't drive far?,
    Did he hear the hiss or were they flat and airless?

    Oh, what a dare,
    For me to hear that gush sound of air.
    Then escape, without being caught;

    But with a short quiz,
    The accuser said, 'I know who it is! ',
    Well, my sedan, the police then sought;

    My laughter was hard,
    While I headed for my yard,
    Though trouble was coming my way;

    All patrol units looked about,
    To search me out,
    For the trouble that I now must pay,

    While homeward I scoot,
    Came a Sonoma County sheriff's deputy in pursuit,
    Riding his cruiser close to my rear;

    Bright red lights flashed on,
    The fun was gone,
    But still, I had no fear;

    The joy it brought,
    Was lost when caught,
    And the laughter vanished away;

    Very few people knew,
    About the other police tires I blew,
    And now just caught this day;

    Stopped outside my home gate,
    Came red lights to wait,
    The identification of who they caught;

    Patrol units swarmed about,
    It was me, they had no doubt,
    They've captured who they sought;

    Police car hysteria,
    Was swarming the area,
    Oh, it was boiling hot;

    Like a beehive ready,
    With a sting so steady,
    A large police force quickly was brought;

    'Put cuffs on them hands..'
    As the police sergeant commands,
    '...then take 'em in for lockup...'

    With two flats on the cruiser,
    The joke was a doozer,
    As the number of times, years over, buildup;

    I was brought before a judge,
    But really...I had no grudge,
    Gave forty dollars to the bondsman to bail;

    As the jail door opened wide,
    Quickly, I dashed outside,
    Now released from the Sonoma County Jail;

    I appeared in court again and again,
    But a plea bargain made that end,
    And no more jail time had I to pay;

    Made unhappy, I was,
    But that could be because,
    'Pay for two tires and don't do it again', heard I, the court say;

    Other police agencies know,
    Twenty-eight of their tires went low,
    The Cotati police headquarters suffered the worst;

    Well, with two tires to buy,
    My score remains still very high,
    Considering the others I prior had burst;

    If it ever happens again.
    It won't be me, though I'll still grin,
    I've retired, finally, from this crime;

    The memory I still bare,
    The laughter, its thrill and dare;
    And the story turned now into rhyme

    Tony Avila Sampson

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  • Tawfeeq Hasan Khan (2/13/2014 5:43:00 AM) Post reply

    Can I have a rhyming words e-book for free.

  • Austin Eseke (1/27/2014 3:10:00 PM) Post reply

    Hi, my name is Austin and i am a new poet here.if this is a rhythm and rhyme workshop i urge everyone to view and comment on my new poem titled crossroads.Thanks and you wont be dissapointed.

  • Thomas Vaughan Jones (1/22/2014 8:30:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Probably the most important aspect of rhyming poetry is not neccessarily the rhyme itself. Forced rhyme, ie. finding words to end a line purely for the sake of a rhyme is an abomination. Rather we should find the correct syllables and meter to make the line read smoothly. Then we match the lines to complement each other, so that they follow one another with ease. If the poem is to have a correct meter, the meter should be a constant, unless there is good reason to " change step"
    The recommended meter is the IAMB, which sounds very like normal speech. In other words the emphasis should be De DAH De DAH De DAH
    Iambic pentameter is the name given to a line of verse that consists of five iambs (an iamb being one unstressed syllable followed by one stressed, such as " before" ;) . It has been a fundamental building block of poetry in English, used in many poems by many poets from the English Renaissance to the present day.

    Having established the rhythm, the rhyme can be addressed as a separate issue. Beware of repeating rhyming words ad nauseum. First find a rhyme scheme. The most common is usually A. B. A. B. As an example, here's a sonnet I'm working on.

    Once Sonnet Fever takes you to her bed...................A
    your every thought becomes expressed in rhyme......B
    You're in her grasp and cannot break the thread........A
    which binds you to a mellow metered time.................B

    If you intend to try these suggestions out and you find it difficult to find the rhyme then omit the rhyme on Ls 1 and 3 and concentrate on Ls 2 and 4.
    Once you find a rhyme scheme, stick with it throughout your poem. Good Luck, and I'm always happy to help if you need me.

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    • metamorphhh (aka jim crawford) (1/22/2014 9:08:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Good advice, especially for beginners. Since it was my ex wife's birthday yesterday, I'll offer this: We thought we'd last forever, didn't we? We bragged about our love to all our friends- the ... more

  • Ryan Nur (1/19/2014 12:31:00 PM) Post reply

    discuss the matter
    which is better
    breaking this line
    made me fine
    (Ryan Nur)

  • Clarence Prince (12/31/2013 5:01:00 PM) Post reply

    HAPPY NEW YEAR to everyone, may 2014 be your best year yet!

  • Tulsi Hanumanthu (12/30/2013 3:00:00 AM) Post reply

    NEW YEAR GREETINGS (from Dr. H. Tulsi)

    GARDEN OF LIFE (by Dr. Tulsi)
    Like a lovely rose may the New Year bloom,
    Bedecking afresh your garden of life,
    For prickly thorns leaving no room,
    With fragrant petals may it be rife.

    LIFE’S SHIP
    May the brand new ship of the brand New Year
    Ply on waters smooth and clear,
    And ferry you quickly, safe and sound,
    To the place ashore for which you’re bound.

    WHEN NEW YEAR CALLS “I’M HERE! ” (by Dr.H. Tulsi)
    (Quatrains with a single Rhyme throught)

    While the three little words “Happy New Year”
    Again, like music, capture our ears,
    May bonny, bouncing, bright-eyed cheer
    Ring door-bells all and call “I’m here! ”
    May all your friends and relatives dear -
    Be they far or be they near -
    Be robbed by Old Year of all your fears
    And, by New Year, be cheated of tears!
    Away from hurdles may you veer
    And success-wards your journey steer.
    With perseverance may you spear
    Ahead, throughout your life’s career.
    May Health’s rosy face appear
    And Wealth’s footsteps may you hear.
    May Hope, the way for Happiness, clear.
    May Good Fortune bring up the rear.

    IN YOU WE TRUST REPOSE (BY dR. h. tULSI)
    (A Villanelle)

    O fair New Year, in you we trust repose, -
    Since sent to us you are by our Saviour, -
    That, surely, you will wean away our woes.
    The previous year had dealt us many blows,
    Which unnerved us. To rid us of our fear,
    O fair New Year, in you we trust repose.
    Although, for ‘Peace’, we’d paid through our nose,
    ‘Violence’ rules the roost! Assure us, dear,
    That, surely, you will wean away our woes.
    We’re deafened by the cawing of the crows!
    Some songs of nightingales to let us hear,
    O fair New Year, in you we trust repose.
    ’A deadly threat ‘Corruption’ does pose!
    By taming it, we do expect O New Year
    That, surely, you will wean away our woes.
    Our ‘Joys’ are far outweighed by our sorrows;
    ‘Disease’ has driven ‘Health’ to the rear!
    O fair New Year, in you we trust repose
    That, surely, you will wean away our woes.

  • Mike Barrett (12/21/2013 7:06:00 PM) Post reply

    I wrote this poem back in 1959.....Its structure may be appreciated here in this workshop forum. Your thoughts?

    A Brook

    Hear water breaking in a brook
    Over rocks that are timeless with age -
    A sound near as old as the earth itself
    With a meaning beyond any sage.

    Hear water breaking in a brook
    Over rocks that are gray with the years -
    An elixir of youth to those ancient stones
    Is this water of heaven shed tears.

    See you there earth's brow,
    Beneath the cool brook's soothing self?
    Not one wrinkle on that brow
    As years from us will win,
    Not one wrinkle on that ancient brow,
    As smooth as an infant's skin!

    Hear water breaking in a brook,
    Laughing on its way to the sea.
    Hear water breaking in a brook,
    Laughing at you and at me!


    © M. Barrett – all rights reserved

  • Terrance Tracy (12/21/2013 2:46:00 PM) Post reply

    Saturday, December 21,2013
    3: 12 AM

    Winter in the south when the north
    wind blows the starlings are gathered in the trees
    gathered by the hundreds flying helter-skelter
    looking for shelter the resounding cacophony
    makes you think of Hitchcock's movie The Birds

    The wind is cold making your cheeks as red
    as the Cardinals we see in the spring wondering
    what this winter will bring four days hot two
    days cold and the seventh day we rest while the
    birds nest.

    Instead of being in bed at 3 AM I am sitting here
    writing poetry while precipitation is falling on my head
    looking for inspiration I will catch my death of cold
    does not matter because I am old.

    If this is not dedication maybe I should take a vacation
    and look for another vocation.

    Terrance Tracy

  • Lee Schneider (12/13/2013 8:10:00 AM) Post reply

    Aly ballie, aly ballie bee
    Sitting on your mummy's knee.
    Briton corn, a wee, baby.
    If I may culter scendy.

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