Rhythm and Rhyme Workshop
(6/15/2009 2:49:00 PM)
sickness, fools and lovers.
walk along the roads all have walked.
look deep inside.. fly. rules? no no no
combine, all letters of insanity.
(6/4/2009 5:33:00 AM)
I dreamed a dream in time gone by...........''
She......should. have. won.
(5/20/2009 8:13:00 AM)
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(5/19/2009 6:21:00 PM)
The Overwhelming Life
(5/17/2009 5:26:00 PM)
someone said something to me today. i was afraid.
i was afraid to connect my eyes with him, i was afraid to speak.
however, i connected my eyes and spoke my thoughts.
its funny how, only after one could see the stupidity of fear.
(5/9/2009 4:10:00 PM)
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Confession - The Last Time I Had A Goose
During dreams, I’m flying high
Just like a birdie in the sky
I fly behind him up above
His orange beak says “Alright Love”? (he was from Liverpool)
“Yes” I say “this is my first
And for adventure I do thirst
A dream’s the reason I can fly”
A surreal sight as we fly by
“I’m a man and you’re a goose
All my dreams have been set loose
To fly is all I ever crave”
The goose replied “My name is Dave”
“Hi Dave” I said with fond reply
“Are you the reason I can fly”
“God no”! he said indignantly
“It’s bugger all to do with me”
“I just turned, and you were there
It’s not as if I really care
One thing I treasure in the sky
Is safety from what cannot fly”
So Dave and I, in fullest flight
Flew amidst the blue and white
And secretly I took a gun
To shoot the goose for lunch and fun
The feathers fluttered everywhere
But I stayed firmly in the air
And caught him by his two webbed feet
The fowl act made my dream complete
As down to earth I glided back
With Goosy gander in a sack
His murder I could not resist
Signed …………Psycho OrnithologistReplies for this message:
(4/29/2009 10:07:00 PM)
Well it maybe that your artist inside is heading in another direction than rhyming (sp?) You might try a few days with only writing about key words and ideas that you have fascination with. If one was interested in lets say cats, they might write, without attempting rhymes, things about and concerning cats. The food a cat loves, My cat the lazy luxury, or other things to do with cats. It is possible to draw from any dictionary several words randomly and then set to create a short cohesive writing that uses all the random words chosen.
Poems you see, are to a greater degree, ideas about living and life.
Rhymes might be, just a tool to see, if you can show a little bit of a slice!
But writing is probably as someone said long ago just a virus we humanoids caught that drifted from outer space and infected all of us.
Also a Thesaurus can be used in the same way as the dictionary mentioned above.
The thought I think is most important is not if it has a ryhme, but is it true, authentic and something from ones heart. Is it a risk one takes to forget about all but just the soul's speaking out through pen. I hope this helps, Snow.
(4/29/2009 4:14:00 PM)
Hi. I'm Snow. I was wondering if someone could tell me how the work rhymes into there poetry? I've always been able to put words together in a way that sounds good, but I never had rhyming come naturally to me. I don't know why but I think it hinders my writing. If some people could send me a message I'd be greatful.
(4/27/2009 12:20:00 AM)
'Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can some how become great.'
(4/17/2009 5:55:00 AM)
can you take few minutes
of your expensive time
to read my new poem 'A friend'
Thanks a lot in advance.
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