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Mother Nature  contest  was won by Lavender with the poem To My Monarch and Her Milkweed

03/24 New Member Contest was won by lostLA with the poem insights of a orphan

03/24 I Was Bullied was won by Candlewitch with the poem Ramming Speed!

03/24: What My Best Friend Gave Me was won by  Mark with the poem What My Best Friend Gave Me

03/24 Looking At The Stars was won by Alaethia D with the poem Dear Heart, One More Time

03/24 My Favorite Pet was won by  Alex Tanner withy the poem My Pal Jet.

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MYTHS (meter shop)

There dwell within the mists of times long past
the roots of tales and myths we pass along
which help to tell us what is right and wrong
and perhaps how our future lives are cast

an attempt at iambic pentameter*

Workshop: 

Childish me

A child and I
have one thing in common
childishness
I remember when as a child,
I wanted my hard earned dollar
ran out of the door my sister
and got a beating thereafter

a decrepit ole soul…
now as senility overpowers me
I think idealism is all I alone reveal
outright stupidity comes to me
I see nothing beyond the fence
blindness
darkness and superflousness
the forests cast shadows
as if twas total darkness
my mind behaves senile

r o w

breadth of night
breathing like the birds
in morning
frost burning off
fresh
and dripping
like forgotten sleet

and dream ghosts
still beneath
tables
in a room
of rows
asleep

Ian's Quatrain (Bottom Line is heart shaped)

I touch the way I give to you my heart
In mind my thought is clear as you seem near
To hold your love my twin in life is good
Do let me melt our inner selves now love

Yours Ian.T

Workshop: 

Rula's iamb quatrain (Bottom Line WS)

If only words could tell how pretty she's.
She makes the golden sun in clouds to shy.
The moon, occults its silver beams afar
and stars in niche, when Eve has crossed his sky."

Workshop: 

Spouse’s desire ....a poetic imagination

Oh lord all friends of mine
have been so relieved
when will you be so kind to me
this guy has prostate
no seeds, to lay
his mouth does stink,
I can’t sleep a wink
he farts all through the night
my nose I have to cover alright
I can’t like a kiss
he also perhaps does miss

the whole night he does snore
oh now what a bore
all these years I have ignored

Wesley's quatrain (The Bottom Line Workshop)

Here is my quatrain. I have scanned it as an example, but no one need scan theirs. After posting we all will have a go at doing so in discussion.

 

A quatrain metric’lly commendable

is what I write for you my students fair.

In Iamb using five poetic feet,

the nuts and bolts of meter practical.

 

A qua- / train me- / tri-c’lly / com-men- / da-ble

IN A FOREST DARK

Where to go
when there is nowhere.
where to run
when you are hamstrung.
how to hide
from the demons
that follow
how to fill
a heart grown hollow.
how to find
the self you left behind

The Song of the Transportees

THE SONG OF THE TRANSPORTEE or

AUSSIE IMMIGRATION RULES

This ship sets sail for the end of the world,
And I am chained on board, restrained.
Else I would leap right over her side,
To reach you, my true love.

These Northern lights I’ll see no more,
Tears make them hazy, I’m half – crazy,
I leave you now, to live the rest of my life,
Without you, my true love.

THE HERON FLIES – HOMEWARD ‘CROSS THE EVENING SKIES.
BUT YOU AND I – NEVER MORE WITH YOU I’LL LIE.

when he left

With his books,
with his shoes
and clothes
he packed
his awful yet cool jokes,
his raging-teen voice,
his imperfect actions,
his satisfactions,
and reactions
on serious and silly issues,

but he would never pack
the essence;
his sense of love
that shall linger
like his fragrance
to fill my void.

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