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Dramatic Verse Workshop

This is to let anyone who is signed up for the workshop, but not yet on the main thread to please join us. Because Rula and I have a full roster at this time I have decided not to wait until the start date of Sept. 7, but to begin tomorrow on the third.
See you there.


I will wait for your starting point on this workshop, I will wend my way over to the correct location and sit a while..
Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

You, yes you

You stand there
at the helm of affairs
self appointed king of poets,
nay, critiques,
nay condemner of those
who dare create,
just to over awe them
with your weight,
as at times you mask your guilt,
in disbelief....

Hark! Man step down
now there is born another one,
no clown he,

Death is but a shadow of hallucination
mental contamination
aberration of mind and body
and what you continue to call
as soul...

I stand singularly
sound magnetically
in the arena around,
you call the universe
where individually we all traverse...

Who art thou my apparition
out with thee
lest my hands condemn ye
out my ghost vanish
ere from here, you I banish...

Yet you send another soul
to confront me,
I shall not name another one
he knows who he is,
afraid to accept,
the coin
in which his birth and death conjoin...

Out with him,
axe his fear
man is born to live
to finally die and perish
in the opera of time
here I come to slew
unless you come forward too

out with you,
you are out of my fleet
cowards I don’t breed.
go, go be gone with the wind,
will ye
else I shall blow you out
like a candle that be, thee...

Finally another one approaches
with a firm mind
man you are one of your own kind,
high upon the pedestal of time

you like the statue of Liberty
the freedom
of love, liberty and power combine....

I yield to thee,
how can I not bow to ye

My snowlord here I come now,
you may sleight
I shall your wisdom await!

My Snow man.....

Was I put on that roster?


This is just a blog to get everyone over to the main thread which is under "Storytelling in Verse: Dramatic Verse".
Head on over there now and get some opening instructions. Save your monologues... we'll post them on The Stream for everyone very soon.
Scott... you're in. Glad you could join us.

W. H. Snow

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley

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