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vagary

Submitted by judyanne on Mon, 2012-08-13 00:02

sleep-work, work- sleep
days drift
immersed in a void
of sameness

mind tires
concentration slips
reality tips
the hologram quivers

an insubstantial shimmer
reveals a glimpse
a glimpse

but
with only the tools of the mirror
the soul cannot grasp

time melts
as rain and shine, dark and light
slither past
on the way
to future ennui

and
the illusion persists
.

du wirst immer in meinem herzen sein

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2012-08-12 22:21

nacht//////////////

I am wound
My armature is sprung

you leave the shadow between
light and hate
it has come
It has swung

autumn journey of the waiting
prepared
these vault sleepers
these Love seekers

tear touched
and lip pressed
with trembling souls

Alive!
Alive!

they are landing
rising
like concussion mists

WAKING RHYME (rhyme patterns revision on weirdelf's poem)

Submitted by scribbler on Sun, 2012-08-12 20:12

ORIGINAL
I didn't sleep again today
but that is my usual way
i might write giddily and sway
it doesn't mean I've gone away pattern :aaaa

So I'll get up and walk around
for no purpose i can see
my general premise isn't sound
but I'll be the best that I can be pattern : abab

so wash and eat
is a good start
and a resounding fart
represents a stunning feat pattern : abba

Workshop: 
RHYME PATTERNS (part 1) let's begin

Quite the dare

Submitted by Apostolos "Paul... on Sun, 2012-08-12 16:35

Why do you do this to me
Have me lost in nauseating thoughts
Tell me to be strong while you
Take my ladder away

I’m hyperventilating
While you sit and watch
As if I’m a nobel prize
Expirement

Why do I let you so close
I should have sirens going off
With marksmen ready to shoot
Instead I let you in
Like your my new neighbor

You don’t even have the audacity
To give me a reason
Instead you let my weakness
Enslave me

Cover your eyes...

Submitted by Geezer on Sun, 2012-08-12 13:38

Half the man he used to be
Mirrored face reality

Sagging jowls
Drooping chest

His eyes look like they need a rest

In his mind, he is eighteen
Mirror shows what they have seen

Muscles wasted
Gone away

No strength left, for him today

Memory is all that’s left
Not so keen or so deft

Once the lord
Of his domain

He’ll never be that way again

RHYME PATTERN 1 WORKSHOP-Les Fleurs Parlent

Submitted by Feign on Sun, 2012-08-12 12:29

Lesl Fleurs Parlent
_______________
"look at me" said Magnolia tree
"my flowers big as plates!
the regal rose looked down her nose
said "probably what you ate."
.
The marigolds a rowdy crowd interjected thus
"pretty is as pretty does"
"oh pretty rose you'll rue your words"
"for you'll get snipped, not us."
.
the peonies hung heads so low
way down, as though confused
they should have been supported more

Workshop: 
RHYME PATTERNS (part 1) let's begin

of roses

Submitted by loved on Sun, 2012-08-12 10:58

roses fade
yes...
but they never die...
they live in books
till end of time
and
help recall the moments
since lapsed,
instantly

Geezer's Poem (rhyme patterns 1)

Submitted by judyanne on Sat, 2012-08-11 22:35

Submitted by Geezer

Banging on the gong
Gets her heart to thumping
Before it is too long
Her body starts to jumping

He bangs away all night
She doesn’t mind a bit
Jill thinks that it’s alright
She hopes he doesn’t quit

Jack is really great
He keeps on like a bunny
His timing is first rate
He don’t do nothing funny

He just keeps on the beat
Never falters once
She's potatoes, he’s the meat
Jack’s no bumbling dunce

Workshop: 
RHYME PATTERNS (part 1) let's begin

SICKLE CELL

Submitted by t. reflexion on Sat, 2012-08-11 20:20

Spirits of the unborn wander
Homeless children as we were told
Their mission, to wreck families
By being born into this planet

They die unexpectedly young
The grieved mothers pleaded in turn
That the youngster should stay and share
The twilight meal with the living

You come with many infant faces
Asking for the impossible
Then hide behind the squeaking door
Mocking us with boastful vengeance

Why Do I Bother

Submitted by Ian.T on Sat, 2012-08-11 18:59

Why do you criticize my words
When the purpose of my writing, you do not see
I write for all times and all things that be.
You reach out to my words and select.
Take those that belong to you
They are yours, and yours of mine

Yet you will say, they only lasted a short time
Then you did not need them longer
So return their meaning that is fine.
Why did I write them in order just so
That your eyes told your mind
To let them visit your soul.

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