Rhythm and Rhyme Workshop
(3/21/2009 12:19:00 AM)
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'The wind is up by nor'east boys;
She'll be a blow tonight.'
For what was eight bell rippled ease
Will come a roarin' fright.
The merc' was down to fourteen bars
and droppin' like a stone.
If we can't make East Marble Cove,
We'll meet with Davey Jones.
The captain called all hands to task
And barked the dogwatch choir;
'Unfurl that mizzen full me lads
and set the headsails fore.'
The cook began to bellyache.
The shipboy's face turned white.
'Secure the main sheet's bitter end,
then throw them yards a bight.'
Gray headland cliffs, now needle thin,
Had just come into view.
And three hours hence, safe harbor cove.
We only had but two.
As bound began to grow great swells,
Squalls marched across the sky.
The captain quipped, 'She's close I fear',
Then let a long, low sigh.
The wind among the rigging howled,
Our ship heeled hard to lee.
Teak decking creaked, as mastheads swayed
And gunnels filled with sea.
White-knuckled men in wide-eyed stare
began to cry and pray.
All I could think was; what a ride!
Thrill AND two bits a day?
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(3/27/2009 8:43:00 AM)
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(3/25/2009 11:48:00 AM)
Like this very much, Mr. Hagerman. Been wanting to do a shipwreck poem myself, you've caught the full flavor of it here...
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(3/11/2009 4:06:00 AM)
I don't know how to begin my words
cause penicillin just silly my mind
Sometimes I like a blind to feel
and got a portion of the elephant
I have a little awfulness
when you are late the third time
hope you don't mind my honesty
splash my feeling so directly
I should be a man with wide bosom
and not tightly gaze your flaw
that will be like a shy fool boy
only immerge road and miss the view
you so kind like a nature good poe
If you are willing I lie in you
I'll be so happy to feel your gentle
Would you give me safe for the whole
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(First time here, introduce myself: I am from China, and my English is pale, so many words and grammar faults will be in my document, but I wish I can improve my English and makes some friends here.Maybe you will find many errors in my text, especially in my 'poem', wish you would like to pick them out for me, I will appreciate you very much.)
(2/20/2009 7:28:00 AM)
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The Cabbage Patch Men (A Poem in Rhythm and Rhyme)
There’s a bare stretch of land down the end of our street
It’s a place unemployed and retired folk meet
Where we hang about idly and talk about nature
We really don’t care if you’re early or late your
A ‘Town Growers’ member elite
You’ve a small bit of land, an ‘allotment’ its name
It’s got fence on all sides, and you’re so glad you came
If you’re wealthy, you sit in a shed, made of wood
If you’re not, an old brolly and box are as good
It’s all part of the ‘Town Growers’ game
There’s a smell in the air “Is it sh**”? You’re not sure
But regardless, you keep coming back for some more
The posh have green wellies, the jobless have black
Some even have tellies, the bad guys smoke crack
And the smell is concealed by manure
There’s polite conversation to analyze veg
There’s three litres of cider concealed in a hedge
The men discuss deeply the size of their sprouts
And the way to protect them from greenfly or louts
Or the weeds and coarse grasses like sedge
There’s no toilet in sight should you feel like a pee
So you simply discharge it were no-one can see
Indecent exposure could cause a mishap
Up to three years in jail should you bend for a c**p
But organic and chemical free
“My plums are gigantic”, says John, unemployed
“And I know my cucumber is often enjoyed”
“Look at me pumpkin, I grew it from seed
This beauty’s from Europe, a bloody great swede
But me marrow dried up, I’m annoyed
Kevin is proud of his long thick courgette
And brags of the item he grew for a bet
He says “it tastes great when it turns darkish green”
It grows very quick and you know where it’s been
And my girlfriend is proud “Aren’t you pet”
There’s a serious edge to the cabbage debate
And some blows are exchanged on ‘The use of phosphate’
Dirty Danny peers out from the back of his shed
Has a girl to deflower on his spring onion bed
And it’s only their very first date
“I don’t rush me greens, they are not grown in haste”
Says a proud small patch holder “All eaten – no waste”
There’s nothing as white as me organic cauli
I grew it in shit from a farm horse called ‘Dolly’
But it does leave a slight aftertaste
As darkness descends at the ‘Town Growers’ club
And the heroes depart with their organic grub
Wives have bought veg either frozen or tinned
And the ‘Town Growers’ produce ends up being binned
So the growers depart to the pub
(2/10/2009 6:52:00 AM)
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My name is Steve, and I'm new to Poem Hunter. I would describe myself as a traditional rhyming poet with a comedy bias. I don't, however, believe in rhyming for rhyming sake. I also enjoy reading rhyme and none rhyming poetry. My main goal as a poet, is to experiment with diverse subject matter. I believe that diversity increases a poems uniqueness. I try to tell a story or sell a moral within each poem. I also enjoy experimentation into the idiotic. I would welcome any comments at all regarding my work. After all what's the point of being a poet without critique. I have already received some amazing feedback. At present I'm just trying to find my way around the site.
Look forward to meeting Many/All/None of you in due course. I've been very careful not to use any of those red words, although I'm pretty sure you could get them all into one poem.
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(1/19/2009 4:46:00 PM)
Hello all. My name is Mona and I'm a new poet on this site. I would appreciate it if you all read my works and gave me some feedback. I greatly appreciate it.
(1/16/2009 11:04:00 PM)
I've just published a short poem about a dream I had about Heath Ledger. Would really appreciate some feedback. Here's the direct link:
(1/5/2009 7:02:00 PM)
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(12/23/2008 5:14:00 PM)
'A Finger In Your Nose'
You shouldn't put your finger
deep within your nose!
It really doesn't look too sheik!
and it's not where it should go!
Now if your digging for gold nuggets!
then your not digging where they're at!
Your fingers are suppose to do other things
like maybe tip or maybe tap?
Now when you place a digit there
deep where it can't be seen!
You may pull out a big surprise
something sticky and colored green!
(12/23/2008 10:59:00 AM)
'Old Braided Rug'
I found an old hand made braided rug
at a thrifty store, the other day.
It was quite a dirty sight to see
with some of its edges frayde.
I bought it up and rushed it home!
to give this little rug, a gentle loving needed bath.
And when it was cleaned, there was seen
braided memories of someone's past.
One braided rope weaved into another
a child's pajamas or maybe a robe?
Then an old flour bag, 'Velvet Flour'
was the logo, in this rug they'd sewed.
Then what looked to be a small center piece
remnants of someone's wedding gown.
I think they placed it there on purpose
Sort of like this little rugs, jeweled crown.
Memories of someone's life
braided into this useful little rug.
To place in front of a sink or bed
giving where ever placed, a little braided hug.
I don't know if anyone still makes them
these journals of a persons past?
But this little braided rug is now mine to treasure
to be enjoyed as long as it will last.
(12/23/2008 3:05:00 AM)
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