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

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

    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: gkhnsvnc@yahoo.com

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

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

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

      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

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

      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

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

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

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

    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.

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

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

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

  • Rookie - 138 Points Ernestine Northover (12/17/2005 1:01:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    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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    • Rookie - 138 Points Martha J. Eshelman-Smith (1/30/2006 11:21:00 PM) Post reply

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

    • Rookie - 138 Points Herbert Nehrlich1 (1/18/2006 3:32:00 AM) Post reply

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

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

      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

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

      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

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

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

      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

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

      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''!

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

      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

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