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NARRATIVE POETRY SHOP (Let's get started)

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Program description/goal: 

Description: A shop in which we will discuss and practice telling tales in a poetic form

Leader: scribbler
Moderator(s): Michael Anthony

Objectives: To get folks thinking about what is in solved in writing narrative poetry. We will begin with discussion then move on to short exercises then finish with writing full narrative poems

Level of expertise: Open to all

Subject matter:

Length: 
30 days
Number of participants (limit): 
15 people
Skill level: 
Date: 
Saturday, April 17, 2021 to Friday, May 21, 2021

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POETRY

First and foremost choose a song that is bright,
Let your rhyme be scented like a brook in the spring,
When mountains glow, when courtyards sing,
When the strains of fountains sob at night.
Let your lines be of the wavering rose.
Let your each syllable sweetly disclose
A petal dew-kissed, of that morning flower,
Married with vines, on wall of stone.
Let your stanzas speak of that sacred hour
When you walk with your lover, in the scented shade,
Kissing with your eyes alone,
By glistening statues, on a marble promenade.

John Lars Zwerenz

If so please just say so and you will be in

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Yes. Sir Scribbler, Thank you.

You are in

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Do you want members as in someone to co-host, or just people posting poems? I'm in regardless, as I've kind of taken a backseat to poetry to write a children's book. Narrative and telling tales sounds like two diff things though so which is it? Thanks so much (narrative to me, is nonfiction)

JazzyGurl Emilee A.

A lot of poetry doesn't really tell a tale. It instead describes things which is fine. But a lot of times that type poem is easily forgotten. A good narrative poem which tells a story is more easily recalled as often it is the story within the poem which is recalled. I already have a moderator (co-host) lined up and thus don't need another. And this shop will be a bit more than merely writing poetry. There will be a lot of discussion as well. I'll put you on THE LIST lol

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Gotcha, so you'd like poems that tell a story... About the group sessions (I see someone commented about that), will those be on the site, I presume, and when?? Tx.

JazzyGurl Emilee A.

this site has members from around the world any time of day that works for you to put commentary or to post assignment will be fine. I'll be checking in 3-4 times a day.So it will likely take a bit of time for everybody who is a member to see everybody else's contributions to the shop. Thus each exercise when it comes time will have a 2 day period of time minimum before we move to the next

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1 more question, is the shop currently active, or when will it be?

JazzyGurl Emilee A.

i am now standing
at the end of life's curb
sorry
as usual I shall overlook
if my eyes don't me crook
stan
I always stand
by you

whenever you feel like it

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Hello

I would like to be included, however since I am in Australia, which has a huge date/time difference, I'm not sure I will be able to attend group sessions.

As I write this it is Thursday 15th April 10:31 a.m.

Sharonlee Imageweaver

your being an Aussie should be no hinderance. Think it over and let me know, we would love to have you join

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I would love to be included, am still a little nervous, regarding my writing style and whether I would fit in.
However sign me up, I may find the inspiration I need to finish this collection of fantasy poetry I've been working on.

I just posted a poem from the collection if anyone is curious about what I'm working on.
Sharonlee Imageweaver

I will add you to the list in a couple of hours. And don't worry about style as almost all styles will be in use

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Wonderful! Thank you.

Stan,

sure...sign me up and I will give it my best shot!

*hugs, Cat

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You are now in

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May I join?

Chrys

check out our chat room open to all 24/7

You will be most welcome

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stan, may I join? I love narrative poetry and was just listenning to Lucy Grey by William Wordsworth, recited by some gentleman I don't know. I loved this poem when I was a child, it's terribly sad, same as so many stories and poems in my day.
It can be heard on UTube.
Best wishes, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

are in

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Thanks, stan. I'm one hour behind you, I believe. It's now 8.14 Buenos Aires time.

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

just remember there are people all the way from Australia to America so there Will be some delays

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Can I join Stan?

you will be most welcome

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so it starts today...what time of the clock? how is it going to work? do we all enter the chat room for this? i'll keep checking back to this posting for information. thanx, Cat

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It is going Now and I'll try my best to give clear instructions we go along. In the event I'm NOT clear just holler and I'll try to do better

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Danka my main man!

THE MARK
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If you take the time to read a poem then take the time to let the author know you were there. Study it and form an opinion as well, even if it means going back to it more than once. That is basic critique, what Neopoet is all about.

be glad to do it

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It is pretty much agreed among the ivory tower types that the actual beginning of poetry was passing along an oral history. And history is telling people about something that happened. In order to make memorizing the oral history easier meter (or beat) was employed then rhyme was added. Thus narrative poetry is as old as poetry itself. Now sometimes a thing can be defined by what it isn't. So lets start off the discussion by stating some types of poetry which Isn't narrative.Now don't think you have to post the technical word for a form which isn't narrative. I'll start off with a Haiku. So ya'll put and example in the comments area below.

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Another example is a poem which describes emotions.

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posting the kinds of poems which are Not narrative

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I have recently (during periods of lockdown) been exploring a list of 101 poetic forms... one of the simpler forms in the list was the Nonet -
- 9 line poems with a set format of 9 lines with first line having 9 syllables followed by second line 8 syllables, third line 7 syllables until you get to the final line which has one syllable.

Here is the Nonet I attempted for the exercise

Moon Maid

so graceful floats the ivory moon
delicate on velvet skyscape
silent watcher of our lives
she is stardust she is earth
older then times birth
her face shines bright
pure sweet light
throughout
night

Sharonlee Imageweaver

I have run across this form but never tried one myself.But you know it's not so much the form which determines whether a poem is a narrative (but your IS a good example of a non-narrative poem as it doesn't tell a story it just describes something

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It can be awful tough to make a narrative by way of acrostic.
It can be done I believe but with great brain strain.

THE MARK
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If you take the time to read a poem then take the time to let the author know you were there. Study it and form an opinion as well, even if it means going back to it more than once. That is basic critique, what Neopoet is all about.

would be tough to turn into a narrative. They don't allow enough line to really tell much of a tale

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I agree, acrostic are not normally associated with the flow and story telling ability of narrative, however it can be achieved with "brain strain"

I have on occasions used a short quote or song title to great a protracted type of acrostic or "sentence acrostic" and this type has potential to be narrative, although requires a great deal of thought.

Or a sentence as a base line hahaha

THE MARK
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If you take the time to read a poem then take the time to let the author know you were there. Study it and form an opinion as well, even if it means going back to it more than once. That is basic critique, what Neopoet is all about.

don't easily lend themselves to narrative poetry. Poem which just describes something would be tough (but a few good descriptions within a narrative poem enhances the narrative. What others?

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following along. but I can't think of much...how about a senru? it is Japanese, I think. but instead o being nature based, it is about a feeling.(as opposed a haiku)

*hugs, Cat

senru example:

sweet kisses linger
long after passions embrace
drifting on the night

(in the tradition of three lines of 5-7-5 syllables)

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narrative, Another type poem would be a love poem

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While we await other comments on which types poems are seldom narrative let's go over a couple of things required to make a narrative poem. For the start it must have a beginning. It can't effectively start off without a set up to explain a bit about the protagonist and his/her surroundings. there are 2 other things needed. I'll wait on somebody here to tell me these

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after the set-up, I think it needs a "body".

*aways, Cat

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And it is within this body where most of the narrative takes place

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I think of the introduction as being the "appetizer" and the body as being the meat and potatoes of the story.

thanx, Cat

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PARADISE

We wandered in the sand by the sloping, frothy ocean,
Pondering on naught but freedom and devotion,
In the afternoon sun which resembled ancient Greece,
Exalted beyond all comparison.
Apollo has been amassed by The Holy Church,
And among the glistening, ivory colonnade,
The scented winds release
A serenading perfume upon the willows and the birch,
Where the dappled shadows fade,
Possessing ambers, china blues and jade.
We walked still further to behold Doric columns which stood
Among squares of terra cotta statues and the boundless wood,
And we kissed amid the daisies, fragrant with the spring.
We heard the triumphant voices of many angels sing,
As you capriciously took my masculine hand,
And led me to the fields which play beneath the cloudless sky.
A breeze scattered gold upon the lakes of the land,
As we kissed once more, and fell into a sigh.
Then the night ascended with its marigold reeds,
And we wandered further into the moonlight,
Barefoot upon the dew of the bright, eternal meads.
There radiant winds carried you're perfume,
As we roved among the colonnades of white,
In harmony with every bloom,
We beheld the spirit of Iris,
And tasted her rainbows beneath the boughs of a marvelous cypress.
Tan, infinity more glorious than the myths of Zeus,
Christ appeared as a soothing boon.
In that splendid, astonishing, Ossianic moon
He blessed our love, and leaving your tresses loose,
A summery zephyr parted your mane.
We wandered nude on the beach in the silver rain,
Beside the massive, swelling, azure blue brine.
We sipped each delicious, intoxicating wine
Which flowed mellifluously from the streams,
Through the glistening, starry, amber sands.
Then tall, ornate Corinthian towers,
Situated among the spacious bowers,
Redolently crafted by God's unspeakable hands,
And gilded with ineffable wreaths of art,
Led our minds to dreams
Of a troubadour's song.
How we loved in those gardens with all our heart!
Then we fell into a symphony, languorous and long,
Of ecstatic beatitude, of a pearl-bedecked beauty,
Which illuminated every orb fantastically,
Until diamonds rose from the rapturous ocean,
To scarlet skies where the blossoming dawn
Fed us every scarlet potion.
And as we lay upon the emerald lawn,
In the great, green garden, in that wondrous dawn
Which arrived yellowish and gold and ivory white,
With the sun behind it - to the sun's delight.
You're lips became as wine, delicious to behold,
As they inhaled the stars and the sunlight's gold,
Our passion rose like a furious fire,
In that good, majestic, mighty and bold
Sun of the morning's bright desire.
And you're sunlit, sable, liquid eyes
Gazed up at the blue, paradisal skies,
Overwhelmed with gratitude, ecstasy and bliss,
As a sanctified breeze swayed the sighing cypress.
We beheld The Blessed Trinity and fell into the Father's kiss.
And our spirits ascended above the wide palms,
Of the wavering, emerald tree,
To the golden realm of David's psalms,
To the wedding feast above the sea.
And we passed through veils,
Brighter than all suns, in a radiant, blue glory,
Where the Holy Virgin hails
Her Omnipotent Son, with regal praises of an alabaster sanctity.
And at the height of heaven The Father took our hands,
As His Son bound us in eternal bands,
And His Spirit roved around us gleefully,
Pouring me into you,
And you into me.
Now we behold our mansion by the gleaming yew.
O, my lover, come with me!
Let us drink from the carafe this Kingdom's wine,
In the ballroom, in the study,
In the courtyard strewn with the carmine rose,
In the cloister with its glittering vine.
And when your dusky eyes shall close,
In that tower which overlooks the shore,
In the sacred night
I shall kiss you evermore,
There where you lie
In our chamber where the light
Shall nevermore die.
Come, my love, my lover, my dearest friend -
Our happiness is our perpetual end,
The infinite our delight!

JOHN LARS ZWERENZ

I have not yet requested any poems be posted here yet

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I still have a Senryu to add;

Scent of magnolias
in a russet tiled patio
revives memory.

I made small changes in the first and last line, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

Leave it to Gracy to show that however difficult a narrative Can fit into one of the brief japanese forms

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Thank you, stan, I'm thinking of a change in the first line.

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

We already see that narratives have the beginning and body. The beginning is important in that it is what must initially "hook" the reader. The body of the poem is used to get the story across. At the last comes the end. Why is it often the most important part?

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we draw all th parts together in a cohesive thread and find closure?

*always, Cat

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stated

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... in the writing of narratives... singular objects such as rocking chair, Tree, Rose, Moon might make narrative seem merely descriptive rather than storytelling, although these could be components of a narrative.

Sharonlee

make the difference between OK narrative and excellent

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I'd like you all to go searching for a narrative poem we can study. Let's keep it under 26 lines. Can be by any author than yourself and can be a famous author or not. Heck, it can be by somebody on site. DO NOT POST the poem yet, just find it.To help ya'll out I'll give an example.....Hmmmm....which poem....
Good Hours
Robert Frost - 1874-1963

I had for my winter evening walk—
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.

And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.

I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.

Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o’clock of a winter eve.

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If you don't want the poem posted yet, how can we study it?

JazzyGurl Emilee A.

Go over some poems you think are good examples then decide which one you will post when called upon

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The Soldier, His Wife and the Bum

I was a bum in San Francisco but once managed
to go to a symphony concert along with the well-dressed people
and the music was good but something about the
audience was not
and something about the orchestra
and the conductor was
not,
although the building was fine and the
acoustics perfect
I preferred to listen to the music alone
on my radio
and afterwards I did go back to my room and I
turned on the radio but
then there was a pounding on the wall:
“SHUT THAT GOD-DAMNED THING OFF!”

there was a soldier in the next room
living with his wife
and he would soon be going over there to protect
me from Hitler so
I snapped the radio off and then heard his
wife say, “you shouldn’t have done that.”
and the soldier said, “FUCK THAT GUY!”
which I thought was a very nice thing for him
to tell his wife to do.
of course,
she never did.

anyhow, I never went to another live concert
and that night I listened to the radio very
quietly, my ear pressed to the
speaker.

war has its price and peace never lasts and
millions of young men everywhere would die
and as I listened to classical music I heard them making love, desperately and
mournfully, through Shostakovich, Brahms,
Mozart, through crescendo and climax,
and through the shared
wall of our darkness.

lol kinda funny story..

THE MARK
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If you take the time to read a poem then take the time to let the author know you were there. Study it and form an opinion as well, even if it means going back to it more than once. That is basic critique, what Neopoet is all about.

Job well done...

JazzyGurl Emilee A.

Did you not read the instructions to not post it yet? We still have others who have not yet participated in the first part of this shop and if we don't give them a chance to catch up we will become a shamble with different people doing different things at the same time. But.......leave you poem up but please follow instructions from here out

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Sorry, been a long day,

THE MARK
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If you take the time to read a poem then take the time to let the author know you were there. Study it and form an opinion as well, even if it means going back to it more than once. That is basic critique, what Neopoet is all about.

Those long days can make people rush things

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Scribbler, maybe Mark was just eager.

JazzyGurl Emilee A.

course he was. But to keep this shop from becoming a hot mess we all need to follow directions. Not to worry, Mark and I have known each other long enough that there are no hard feelings

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where is every one?

I found a poem and I'm just itchin' to get the go ahead to post it, lol.

*hugs, Cat

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I'll start calling for posts

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thanks for the info :)

*hugs, Cat

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I think both can be non narrative. Like nonsense Limerick, and Shape poetry that focuses more on shape than a narrative.
Hmm..

THE MARK
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If you take the time to read a poem then take the time to let the author know you were there. Study it and form an opinion as well, even if it means going back to it more than once. That is basic critique, what Neopoet is all about.

see that

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I've thought of several poems, especially children's. Can I post poetry that I liked as a kid?

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

Which will be a bit later

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OK, hope I can come back later, otherwise it'll be tomorrow. Best wishes to all, love this workshop.

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

titles can often give a hint as to what the coming poem will be. So let's each come up with a title that infers the following poem will be a narrative. I'll give one to show what I mean...: "The Path I Took". So ya'll post one of your own making that gives a hint that the following poem will be a narrative. Remember I just want a title, not a poem

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Of one of my shorter poems which I believe falls into the narrative format. Although normally I write longer fantasy narrative- poems I thought this one more suitable at the moment.

"Above Tree’s in Silhouette"

It leaves a lot of room

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Hope everyone is having a great week.

Hope you are faring well

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the title of a narrative poem: "A Day In The Life Of..."

always. Cat

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One can feel the oncoming poem

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Certainly invites the reader to explore more.

It uses the word 'wish' to invite the reader.

Wishing for Ocean Air

THE MARK
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If you take the time to read a poem then take the time to let the author know you were there. Study it and form an opinion as well, even if it means going back to it more than once. That is basic critique, what Neopoet is all about.

Me too!

::smiles::

THE MARK
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If you take the time to read a poem then take the time to let the author know you were there. Study it and form an opinion as well, even if it means going back to it more than once. That is basic critique, what Neopoet is all about.

Here goes another hint: "Drama of a Journey through..."

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

Now the title is the chum which invites a bite lol. But the real hook is the first stanza.Now the Easy thing to do would be to let you each continue on with your own title....heh, heh. Thus you KNOW I won't do that lol. Instead I'm going to assign you a title somebody else came up with. Now a limitation :no more than 6 lines in the stanza and no fewer than 3. We will do this 2 participants at a time. To begin, Gracy please use Mark's title and Mark please use Gracy's. No rush. Take enough time to really hook us. I'll be back in the morning to give next pair.
Post the title with it's first stanza together ....had a rough day, see ya'll in the morning. Anybody wants to further the discussion here feel free to do so

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Rest well Scribbler

I don't believe that I can work with that.
Besides I have no idea what drama means.
I could write: Journey Through (and complete it) then write a stanza?
Is that OK?
I just don't see what Gracy wrote as a title, maybe she could help me out here?
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THE MARK
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If you take the time to read a poem then take the time to let the author know you were there. Study it and form an opinion as well, even if it means going back to it more than once. That is basic critique, what Neopoet is all about.

"Hint" isn't the title. please read her contribution again.

*hugs, Cat

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Her title leaves you free to narrate any journey. And of course you know what drama is. Heck there's drama on every news show lol. I have faith in you, just put on your thinking hat

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Stop picking on me!
Ha! You know that I actually had to look up drama?
Do you believe?
What I discovered was quite interesting.
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THE MARK
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If you take the time to read a poem then take the time to let the author know you were there. Study it and form an opinion as well, even if it means going back to it more than once. That is basic critique, what Neopoet is all about.

I can hardly wait to see what the first pair comes up with! good luck to you two, Mark and Gracy!

*always, Cat

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Image Weaver and Candlewitch....................now I have a problem: no other title than mine has been posted and that leaves me without somebody to pair up with. The rest of the shop members need to get off their duffs and start contributing more.

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what is it that I-weaver ans I are supposed to do? I'm confused, sorry.

*always, Cat

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take the title she posted and then supply the first stanza for a poem with her title. She will do the same with the title you posted

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I can be thick-skulled sometimes, but in time, I usually catch-on, lol.

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is so thick it stopped growing hair lol

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LOL! I like that!

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is "Secret Humor". A narrative I wrote myself. Is that okay?

Comments and critique are vital to this site!
Even if you just say: I liked this story or your spelling
of a word is wrong, take the time to write a line or two
and comment. Your fellow poets will thank you!
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A bit unusual but that just makes it more of a challenge. I'll use this and you can use my "The Path I Took"

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The Path I Took

The path I took was scarcely there
I wandered wide and rambled
I thought I was lost, gave me a scare
I fought through briars and brambles

BTW, I have a whole complete poem. Once I got started, I just couldn't let it go! Lol.
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Comments and critique are vital to this site!
Even if you just say: I liked this story or your spelling
of a word is wrong, take the time to write a line or two
and comment. Your fellow poets will thank you!
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the next assignment would make posting it now moot

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-he wondered if he could run fast enough
breathing heavy in front of the pole arms
chased by a world of screaming non-belief
straight away he ran hoping to survive
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THE MARK
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If you take the time to read a poem then take the time to let the author know you were there. Study it and form an opinion as well, even if it means going back to it more than once. That is basic critique, what Neopoet is all about.

I am hoping that we will wind up with a completed poem written by 4 different authors before we complete this exercise. I am doing this in order to get people to put a lot of thought into all parts of a narrative and also display the different directions a narrative can go.

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flying free and brave
such inspiration on the breeze
lifting up my soul to save

*always, Cat

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There actually Is a method to my madness lol.

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The title should be the one supplied by Image weaver. I see that when I commented here that you did this then put a 3 line stanza to start the poem.........hmmmmm.......must be a bug of some sort. Try to edit by deleting the title shown on stream

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SECRET HUMOR

I went to watch a stand up comedian
practicing his ancient art
(as far as talent he was just medium)
But I sat awaiting him to start

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It’s real interesting. My limited experience had me thinking that narrative poetry was necessarily long, and full of images and story. Like Chaucer. Like Poe. Like Whitman.

Perhaps I missed it, however when is the group conviening as a group, or is it otheewise? Post as needed, on any given date?

Getting an education here, thanks to all.

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A great deal of narrative poetry Does have some length. A example of a short one?
Glory seeker

He sought glory
end of story.................so you see it Can be done.

Now if you wish to join the fray just post a title of your own making that gives a hint of a following poem.

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Think mining, finding, and running water

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I've just woken up on my side of the world... looks I have some interesting posts to read through with my morning coffee!

 "A Day In The Life Of..."

Dappled sun or thunderous rain a day is a day all the same
when one is an old park bench, or is it....
The widow sought a place of peace away from
suburban noise which never ceased
The jilted bride came to cry and old park bench wondered why;

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I felt so inspired that I wanted to finish it!

Sharonlee Imageweaver

I think in last line maybe old could be replaced with the to clarify intent. But otherwise a good start

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"A Day In The Life Of..."

Dappled sun or thunderous rain a day is a day all the same
when one is an old park bench, or is it....
The widow sought a place of peace away from
suburban noise which never ceased
A young child often sat to cry and old park bench wondered why;

edit

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I cannot be 4 or 5 different people.
I am only me.
I can write Japanese and make each line from a different imaginary person but no narrative yet to stop in, read over and do an exercise such as these I just do not have the time or mind for it. This is more an Olympic pool but no way a splash pool. I must bow out and resume my duties. I have a bulletin to produce and other matters. I am so sorry I had the pool wrong. Please carry on without me, you all are doing fine.
Gracy, Stan and all my apologies.
Later,

THE MARK
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If you take the time to read a poem then take the time to let the author know you were there. Study it and form an opinion as well, even if it means going back to it more than once. That is basic critique, what Neopoet is all about.

Sometimes other demands on time take priority

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Would you now write the main body of the poem which Candlewitch supplied the title for. DO Not write a final stanza.

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There's way too much conversation on here for me to keep up with. I'm in the middle of writing a children's book, am not on here every day so it adds up. Adios, go on without me.

JazzyGurl Emilee A.

perhaps next time

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Please write the main body for the title which geezer supplied. DO NOT write the final stanza

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I thought I was working with Image weaver's title, which I have done,not geezer. confused once again, sorry

always, Cat

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What challenge would there be in that? I'm wanting all participants to see that a narrative can be carried on at any point with any unfinished story. And I will also be changing "partners"

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Hi all, I've just dropped in and find it all a bit confusing. Who's title do we work on? Not sure that I can rhyme it properly. Sorry. The trouble is that it's become such a long thread. Just me, hope I can participate later.
Will return, Gracy

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Well originally you would be working with Mark's title but he has dropped out. I'll have to reassign you a bit later

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Well originally you would be working with Mark's title but he has dropped out. I'll have to reassign you a bit later

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You can now do ray's title "Rubies In The Brook" . Remember all you will do at this time is set the hook with a catchy first stanza

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All right, I'll do my best, stan. I'm wondering why the strophes that poets add are not then put all together, so that it's easier to continue. Scrolling up and down is what confuses me. Anyway, I'll take a look now...lol.

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Rubies in the Brook. See how I can add to it. Bye for now!

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often sets the course for what is to come.

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Scribbler, do you assign someone to do it? Does the group add, or only the assigned poet?

This is stimulating.

My narrative poetry is llooonnngggg. At some point, I would like to post a piece, however will wait until the proper time as designated by our Professor! Laughing...

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By doing so everybody can be assured their contribution will be read. If I let everybody do each assignment at the same time then somebody might get lost in the storm lol.

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Non narrative poems
Free Verse although there is an overlap now in whilst non metred some are telling a story.
Poems that take only part of a story which tends to lyric in nature such as Sonnet, Ode, Nature poems, Poems written for occasions such as inaugural poems, poems that concentrate on emotion.
Narrative poems are akin to the novel they
have an introduction a body and a summation, they have a climax.
I might be too late for a title but here is one in case

How Life Changes

I don't mean to be argumentative, but, I have written several free verse poems that were narrative poems.

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No you are not being argumentative I said there was overlap... as there is with lyric. I agree Free Verse covers genres

than never. Welcome to the fray

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We presently have an odd number of participants but can't really wait on somebody else to drop in........what to do? Hmmmm.......I'm going to have to give you an assignment already given to another and thus we will see 2 different takes on one title. So take Ray's title And write another first stanza for it

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maybe it is the covid shot I got (actually, the second one) yesterday, but once again I am confused. Geezer has already written a poem under the title; "The Path I Took"? (but don't write the final stanza) am I to write my piece under that? sorry to be such a problem child, but I want to get this right.

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geezer's title is "Secret Humor" . I wrote the first stanza and now you write the main body. You'll need to read the first stanza and carry on the narrative from there

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I am purposefully mixing things up to show the many different ways a narrative can be carried on. Please write the main body of the title "secret Humor" .

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the set up for "Secret Humor". just the title. can you pm me with the set up so I can write the body? thanks.

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Good job but wrong title .Just leave this posted but now you need to write a main body for the correct title

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I need "the setup" first, so I can write the body. I can't find it...

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Time for you to post a main body for scribbler's title. be sure to read the first stanza already supplied by geezer

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Have I made things TOO confusing? Be honest. I have good intentions for the way I'm doing things but don't want to have people getting frustrated

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for the trouble, scribbler. I found what I was looking for and am now working on the body.

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SECRET HUMOR

the set up:
I went to watch a stand up comedian
practicing his ancient art
(as far as talent he was just medium)
But I sat awaiting him to start

the body:
I watched in silence waiting for him to get ready,
I spied that from a bottle wrapped in a bag
he took a drink, his feet less steady.
I could smell his breath, from my seat
it smelled so vile like...
dirty feet!
someone in the first row shouted;
"hey man, why don't you take a bath"?
then the whole crowd arose together
they bellowed mirth, with gusto laughed.

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Love the humour well crafted something I personally find hard to do the words stick in my throat. Kudos you have achieved what I cannot

Let not the colours bleed nor smear
Across the charcoaled path laid there
For tranquil peace I hold so dear
Between the leveled shades of care
What lays beneath the ruby hill
I dream, I know, I travel still.
Sam

good imagery and fairly unobtrusive rhyme

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Very peaceful ,yet inquiring, meditative.

I have thought about continuing it along the lines of Dire Straight’s song “Industrial Disease”, however maybe for the purposes of this seminar, i’ll hold onto that thought for another time...

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Just follow the assignments, yes?

Seems to me that everyone is rhyming their assignments. Is this a part of the assignments?

That’s likely to be a problem for me..... maybe I should just it’ll be a challenge for me to rhyme...

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Rhyming is not required but to follow a rhyming stanza with a free verse body would likely not work out well. (unless one used a morphing form for main body)

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Geeze, please write a main body for the title posted by Candlewitch.Remember to NOT put the final stanza

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title was "A Day In The Life Of" ? I'll start it tonight. ~ Gee.
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Comments and critique are vital to this site!
Even if you just say: I liked this story or your spelling
of a word is wrong, take the time to write a line or two
and comment. Your fellow poets will thank you!
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Take enough time to be proud of what you produce

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Although it take me of sifting through comments to find it...

Just to verify- when I post main body do I include first in the post... and is main body ONE 4 to 6 line stanza long?

Thank you

Sharonlee

(as opposed to your spare body lol) the post should look like an uncompleted poem

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A Day In The Life Of...

A day in the life of my shadow
Six am and it's still kind of dark
Stiffness makes it harder to go
But I've got business down at the park

Shadow watches me drink my coffee
I get dressed with the oxygen on
My shade sits back laughing at me
Thinks putting my shoes on is fun

I get to the park just in time
My friends all gathering there
The dogs are all in a line
I've come to brush all their hair
~Geez.
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Comments and critique are vital to this site!
Even if you just say: I liked this story or your spelling
of a word is wrong, take the time to write a line or two
and comment. Your fellow poets will thank you!
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I enjoyed the somewhat satirical tones to this... I felt an implication of life's difficulties overcome with humour... just my take on the poem, no offence intended.

I try to maintain a positive outlook. One of the things that my mother has taught me is; "There is always someone out there that has it worse than you do." No offense taken. ~ Geez.
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Comments and critique are vital to this site!
Even if you just say: I liked this story or your spelling
of a word is wrong, take the time to write a line or two
and comment. Your fellow poets will thank you!
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I agree with you absolutely!

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reads like an excerpt of real life

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The Path I Took

The path I took was scarcely there
I wandered wide and rambled
I thought I was lost, gave me a scare
I fought through briars and brambles

The day was shadowed by thickening cloud
Tree limbs reached like bony arms
I lost all visibility when a fog fell like a shroud
Suddenly the path I took had lost it's woodsy charm

The rutted path led on and on
My feet grew weary from the scramble
No turning back, the homeward track
Now enclosed with briars and brambles

You picked up on the tenor of the theme immediately! ~ Geez.
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Comments and critique are vital to this site!
Even if you just say: I liked this story or your spelling
of a word is wrong, take the time to write a line or two
and comment. Your fellow poets will thank you!
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I hope you realize that somebody else is going to have to wrap this up in a single stanza? OOPS!! i let the secret slip! With that in mind do you think a bit more length might be in store? What you have done so far is very good. Almost reads as if that sadistic scribbler wrote it

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I didn't find an instruction from you stating length of body, which is why I asked regarding length in my previous comment.
I guess I was too keen to get on with it and didn't wait for a reply regarding length.

Will edit shortly I have just woken up.

Sharonlee

A workshop poem shouldn't be so long that it imposes an undue burden on participants. Somewhere between 20-30 lines should be about right. a narrative takes a bit of time to build up the story

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I added another stanza, which I posted above... let me know if you'd prefer more...

Dropping in to say Hi. I have trouble following you all, besides, I hurt one of my fingers and have trouble typing...lol.
I can join in if the stanzas have 4 lines.
Best wishes to all

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Hope your finger gets better

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I apparently ate something that wants back out and it doesn't care which door ir uses. I'll likely be back in the morning. In the mean time if you are bored how about discussing the importance of imagery in a narrative poem...........well that meal is knocking on the door again...........

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I am going bush today, and might not always have access to internet...I have a window of opportunity to spend the weekend with my grandchildren and couldn't say no.
Will try to check in using my phone.

Sharonlee

We'll see you upon your return

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Get better, stan. And have a great day out in the bush, Sharonlee. My finger is a little better.

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getting worn out from use lol

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In the meantime, i wanted to comment on some “renound”” poets I had a chance to observe critiquing last night. I’m thinking that most of these folks are college-level professors, i referenced and researched a few of them, and indeed that was the case.

IMHO it was almost scary the level that the critiquers carried their comments to. Seems that some of them took apart poems that I actually thought were really good... the poems were posted up on the Zoom platform for everyone to read, whist the critiquer was doing the critique. The inspected poetry was many times free verse, several had spacing for emphasis, and the subjects varied a great deal. None of my work was reviewed, I entered the workshop to late to submit.

politely made suggestions were the rule, and respect was given to the reviewer.

There is much food for thought here for me. Not having earned a degree in Creative Writing, this process.was fascinating to watch.

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The ivory tower writers kind of tend to look down on traditional rhyming poetry. They consider themselves as having move "beyond " such. BUT there are times when their input is helpful. Sounds like you had fun and that's what matters

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I hope that all are feeling better today. feeling bad on a weekend isn't nice.

*hugs, Cat

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Feel a bit hollowed out lol. I'm back and looking to see who I need to torture next

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torture away...lol!

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all post what we think is a good narrative poem written by somebody else. Try to keep it under about 6 stanzas. I'll start out
A LATE WALK by Robert Frost

When I go up through the mowing field
the headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
half closes the garden path.

And when I come to the garden ground
The whir of sober birds
up from the tangle of withered weeds
is sadder than any words.

A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a dead leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thoughts,
Comes softly rattling down.

I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
of the last remaining aster flower
to carry again to you.

Alright let's see what ya'll come up with

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Please post a title and first stanza of a poem. Remember the title should be the hook and the stanza should be the bait that encourages the reader to bite on the following poem

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Hi stan, glad you're better! You gave me a scare...lol. Don't I have to post a whole poem now, as you've just done?

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wait on you and others to post their assignment.

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Love's Secret
by: William Blake

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fear
Ah! She did depart!

Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.

*(is this a play on words? sigh/scythe?)
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my contribution to the assignment
Cat

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but a goody

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it is my favorite poem of W. Blake :)

we seems we have lost a lot of members. where did everyone go to?

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I expect some think this is too difficult. They ought to try keeping track of who has been assigned to do what lol.

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OK folks some have dropped out. As far as I can see right now the only active participants are Samaty, Gracy, Image Weaver, Candle witch, scribbler and Geezer. If I have missed anybody please let me know as soon as possible.

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As a participant

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Have I missed giving you an assignment?

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it is nice to see you!

*hugs, Cat
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Please supply a title. I will give it a first stanza and body so you will be caught up

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Days of Spring

Now we can proceed

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I have not found a first stanza from you nor a body. If I have not assigned either to you please let me know so i can get you caught up

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Please discuss the importance of imagery in a narrative poem.I'll startup by saying without imagery a reader doesn't have any idea where or when a poem is taking place

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It appears I lost you in the confusion. If this is so, please supply us with a body for "Secrete Humor"

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It appears I lost you in the confusion. If this is so, please supply us with a body for "Secrete Humor"

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Miss out one day and I have to pay for it lol. PLEASE if I have overlooked Any active member please let me know

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the importance of imagery: it helps paint a picture and adds texture to the story. as well as making the story interesting.
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It also helps immerse the reader in the poem

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so now we see that imagery is very important. (can too much imagery, or not carefully chosen imagery, ruin he story?

food for thought
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The clear spring sky of azure and cobalt blue hash tagged with contains of white a tattered clouds..........so yep, too much imagery can mess things up I think. Imagery in my opinion should leave something for the reader's mind to fill in after getting them pointed in the right direction

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Hi stan, I agree with you. Too much imagery is an overload. The reader has to use his or her own imagination.
What do I do now? Are you OK after your bout of health troubles?
Best wishes to all, it being 10.20 p.m. Buenos Aires time.
Gracy

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Hope everyone is well...

At this point in the workshop I don't know what is required of me... I wrote Body for "Path I Took" and added extra length as suggested and now don't know what I am supposed to do.

Sharonlee

To decrease the confusion everybody go ahead and post a body for the poems you supplied a first stanza for

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Title "A Day In The Life Of..."

(First Stanza)

Dappled sun or thunderous rain a day is a day all the same
when one is an old park bench, or is it....
The widow sought a place of peace away from
suburban noise which never ceased
A young child often sat to cry and old park bench wondered why;

(Body)

A day is a day all the same, in sun, snow or stinging rain
and yet each day offered something, so the bench soon learned
as time flowed and the seasons turned...
A young fellow visited often, an awkward seeming lad
he always spoke the same words written on a pad
until he had them committed to both mind and heart;

Then one day the young fellow brought a friend
a fragile lass who giggled as they danced on the grass
he sat her down upon the bench and asked her to marry him
the young lass squealed with a joyousness that made the birds sing;
They visited often, the two of them, and then they brought a child
before too long, more children, all playing wild... but...

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Sharonlee Imageweaver

Once a final stanza is applied you will get a chance to improve it. I hope your family crisis resolves itself for the better

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I think you did an excellent job with this assignment! so sorry to read of your problems. I hope things resolve in the end. good luck to you.

*hugs, Cat

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(scribbler's:)

the set up:

I went to watch a stand up comedian
practicing his ancient art
(as far as talent he was just medium)
But I sat awaiting him to start

the body:
I watched in silence waiting for him to get ready,
I spied that from a bottle wrapped in a bag
he took a drink, his feet less steady.
I could smell his breath, from my seat
it smelled so vile like...
dirty feet!
someone in the first row shouted;
"hey man, why don't you take a bath"?
then the whole crowd arose together
they bellowed mirth, with gusto laughed.

the conclusion by Candlewitch:

two *handlers took the stage
each grasping under an arm
they lifted him off the platform
and we heard the ambulance's alarm.

medics loaded him into the van
and to the hospital, got him away,
faces in the crowed sobered, changed from glee
to sympathy and found humanity that very day!

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Good twist the again displays the old adage of walking in another's shoes

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I am in a somber mood today.

*hugs, Cat
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Well done!
I’m not sure if I could have handled this topic as well
you have.
Humour isn’t my strong point.

Imagery is about using the senses to bring a poem alive, its also there to include the reader within the poems structure, it helps the reader experience what the narrator is feeling, hearing, seeing. etc

Summation. It also puts the reader in a specific place

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sort of it puts them on the shoulder of the narrator

Rubies in the Brook

Let not the colours bleed nor smear
Across the charcoaled path laid there
For tranquil peace I hold so dear
Between the leveled shades of care
What lays beneath the ruby hill
I dream, I know, I travel still.

Your shadow brushes over me
Full-stretch, you’re taller than the tree,
You fold your neck in a question mark,
Old man, hunched against the bark,
What lays beneath the ruby hill
I dream, I follow, I travel, still.

You point the way and then you fly,
My sign to leave. Pterodactyl in the sky,
I move to track the charcoaled path
The autumn sun a ruby lathe
What lays beneath the ruby hill
I dream, I follow, I travel, still.

Using the same line to end each stanza is interesting. I also see I'm not the only one who calls blue cranes pterodactyls lol. By using that same line throughout you make it possible;e to increase the impact of a future stanza by breaking form

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For what it’s worth (I’m not the teacher here) i like this.

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Reads beautifully!

Hi Scrib! Chiming in very late here, sorry! Trying to catch up with the workshop posts to stay abreast of where we are at.

Best

Michael Anthony

than never I guess. Holler when you are caught up and I'll try to come up with an exercise that will make up for your missing the previous ones

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Pretty much caught up - drinking from the firehose, LOL! Thanks!

Michael Anthony

For your exercise write a poem based on my title"the path I Took". Now to assure it will take some effort write it to show regret at having taken said path. Please try to keep it under about 30 lines.

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a beautiful poem to enhance the title! lovely layout and imagery. this really involves the reader. excellent wording and execution!

*smiles, Cat
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Thank you. S

Well, either I screwed the pooch on this one, or Candlewitch went ahead and did the whole thing. I’m confused, I guess.

I like Candlewitch’s version a lot, just read it after posting this my very own version. In re-reading the instructions , I see that I was only supposed to provide the body, not the conclusion.

Well, anyway, there’s a different version below, and we can use both versions to discuss narritave? Mine has a turn in the ending... hmm... no big deal.

Help, Scribbler...

SECRET HUMOR
the set up:
I went to watch a stand up comedian
practicing his ancient art
(as far as talent he was just medium)
But I sat awaiting him to start

the body:
I watched in silence waiting for him to get ready,
I spied that from a bottle wrapped in a bag
he took a drink, his feet less steady.
I could smell his breath, from my seat
it smelled so vile like...
dirty feet!

someone in the first row shouted;
"hey man, why don't you take a bath"?
then the whole crowd arose together
they bellowed mirth, with gusto laughed.

The ending
The comedian sat down in the provided stage chair
Took another swig from that bottle
Selecting a first row heckler, began to stare
And said: “You sir, I will not coddle.”

Departing the stage, he walked up to the guy
And pointing to the guy’s chest
When the heckler looked down with a sigh
The comedian brought his finger up hitting his nose’s crest.

The whole room had watched,
and began to loudly laugh at the ruse
“At least I didn’t point to your crotch,
You’d really be singing the blues.”

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I very much like your version. I think it is quite imaginative! well done, to be sure!

*hugs, Cat

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Hi samary and Ray, those are really good poems. I don't think I can match your excellence.
Just dropped in to see whether there's some new assignment.

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before we get to the final phase : Everybody finish the poem you gave title to. You can make changes to the segments that others wrote but should try to maintain their gist.

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to point out; that the title I gave was from something that I have already published on site and that Cat and Ray took it in a very different direction! LoL
I will stick with their interpretation though, in the interest of your instructions.

~ Geez.
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Even if you just say: I liked this story or your spelling
of a word is wrong, take the time to write a line or two
and comment. Your fellow poets will thank you!
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before we get to the final phase : Everybody finish the poem you gave title to. You can make changes to the segments that others wrote but should try to maintain their gist.

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before we get to the final phase : Everybody finish the poem you gave title to. You can make changes to the segments that others wrote but should try to maintain their gist.

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Still I Rise
Maya Angelou, 1928

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise

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I need to read more of her work

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Rubies in the Brook

Let not the colours bleed nor smear
Across the charcoaled path laid there
For tranquil peace I hold so dear
Between the leveled shades of care
What lays beneath the ruby hill
I dream, I know, I travel still.

Your shadow brushes over me
Full-stretch, you’re taller than the tree,
You fold your neck in a question mark,
Old man, hunched against the bark,
What lays beneath the ruby hill
I dream, I follow, I travel, still.

You point the way and then you fly,
My sign to leave. Pterodactyl in the sky,
I move to track the charcoaled path
The autumn sun a ruby lathe
What lays beneath the ruby hill
I dream, I follow, I travel, still.

In dreaming, there is no pain
In following, that comes from judgement’s day
In traveling, searching for what, sometimes in vain
It’s that in doing of those, going to to safe harbor’s bay
Finally, hearing the brook running amongst all the noise
At the bottom of the brook lies a great big ruby, amongst all the noise.

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The Death of the Hat

Once every man wore a hat.
In the ashen newsreels,
the avenues of cities
are broad rivers flowing with hats.
The ballparks swelled
with thousands of strawhats,
brims and bands,
rows of men smoking
and cheering in shirtsleeves.
Hats were the law.
They went without saying.
You noticed a man without a hat in a crowd.
You bought them from Adams or Dobbs
who branded your initials in gold
on the inside band.

Trolleys crisscrossed the city.
Steamships sailed in and out of the harbor.
Men with hats gathered on the docks.
There was a person to block your hat
and a hatcheck girl to mind it
while you had a drink
or ate a steak with peas and a baked potato.

In your office stood a hat rack.
The day war was declared
everyone in the street was wearing a hat.
And they were wearing hats
when a ship loaded with men sank in the icy sea.
My father wore one to work every day
and returned home
carrying the evening paper,
the winter chill radiating from his overcoat.
But today we go bareheaded
into the winter streets,
stand hatless on frozen platforms.

Today the mailboxes on the roadside
and the spruce trees behind the house
wear cold white hats of snow.
Mice scurry from the stone walls at night
in their thin fur hats
to eat the birdseed that has spilled.
And now my father, after a life of work,
wears a hat of earth,
and on top of that,
a lighter one of cloud and sky
--a hat of wind.
Billy Collins

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Love Billy Collins! Thank you Ray! His latest collection, Whale Day, is wonderful.

Cheers
Mike

Michael Anthony

Title "A Day In The Life Of..."

(First Stanza)

Dappled sun or thunderous rain a day is a day all the same
when one is an old park bench, or is it....
The widow sought a place of peace away from
suburban noise which never ceased
A young child often sat to cry and old park bench wondered why;

(Body)

A day is a day all the same, in sun, snow or stinging rain
and yet each day offered something, so the bench soon learned
as time flowed and the seasons turned...
A young fellow visited often, an awkward seeming lad
he always spoke the same words written on a pad
until he had them committed to both mind and heart;

Then one day the young fellow brought a friend
a fragile lass who giggled as they danced on the grass
he sat her down upon the bench and asked her to marry him
the young lass squealed with a joyousness that made the birds sing;
They visited often, the two of them, and then they brought a child
before too long, more children, all playing wild... but...

conclusion: by Candlewitch

Time moves all too quickly, as the seasons blur before our eyes.
Many a Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter swirl beneath our feet...
Children grow up and leave the homey nest, for far off places to go.
Leaving parents behind, alone with memories sweet, and hearts aglow.
They watch their off-spring pair off in marriage, and celebrate with zest.
Knowing that in formative years, they gave it all their best. And so the book closes,
with grandchildren on the way. And the sun sets on this joyous day!

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thank you, Ray. I appreciate it.

*hugs, Cat

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Lovely conclusion Cat! You maintained the flow and theme nicely.

thank you for saying so...you have lifted my spirits!

*hugs, Cat
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I went to watch a stand up comedian
Practice his ancient art
[as far as talent went, he was medium]
But I sat waiting for him to start

I watched him getting ready
And from a bottle wrapped in bag
He took a swig and his feet less steady
Wiped his brow with a dirty rag

Someone in the first row shouted
"Hey man, you need a bath"
The whole crowd grinned together
And the one who spoke, he got a laugh

The comic sat, in the stage provided chair
Took another swig from the bottle
At a first row heckler, he began to stare
And said: "You sir, I will not coddle"

He left the stage, went to the guy
And finger-pointed to his chest
The man looked down, and gave a sigh
The comic flicked his nose's crest

The whole room had watched
They laughed loudly at the ruse
"At least I didn't point to your crotch
Or you'd be singing blues"

The room just fairly erupted
They laughed loud and long
The comic was a hit
And he sang a dirty song

"Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his wick
And Jill didn't get what she oughter"
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Jack and Jill went up the hill
each with a dollar and a quarter
Jill came down with two and a half
They didn't go up for water

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I didn't write it. I have no idea who Did or I'd give him/or her due credit

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Hi everybody, I notice that all the best poets are participating here. I admire all the poems very much. Still, these hardly need work shopping. Strange how others have not come.
I need to learn, but my own narrative poetry is not with rhymes. Anyway, I've been working on a book that I hope will get published. I've only had two chapbooks published so far, not much...lol.
Uploaded this one at https://olympiapublishers.com/ Together with a brief autobiography. Whew...it's so tiring getting it all right with a computer full of glitches and my Fibromyalgia. But it's done.
I hope some of the other poets come. Stan, can I post some of my poems even though they don't rhyme?

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

YOU are among that group. This shop has not really been about improving technical aspects of a particular poem. It has been about being able to recognize and use the things that define narrative poetry. So although you are running late feel free to join in the fray. Rhyme is not required.That Might be the subject of some Future shop lol

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I have fibromyalgia, too and psoriatic arthritis. so I know what you mean.

wishing you more good days than bad ones!

*hugs, Cat
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Hmm...

THE MARK
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If you take the time to read a poem then take the time to let the author know you were there. Study it and form an opinion as well, even if it means going back to it more than once. That is basic critique, what Neopoet is all about.

Take your OWN poem title and write an excellent narrative poem using that title. Post this poem on STREAM ! and everybody needs to critique each of these poem. I have been very mild in shop critique thus far but in this final assignment be assured that Any fault in your poem being or not being narrative will be exposed . I expect the same when My poem is posted. Please put (narrative shop) next to title so other people will know what we have been up to. DO NOT feel rushed. This shop will not end until all active participants have posted their poem

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(I don't know about this one Teach! Mining some memories from my teens, pimples and all)

I can’t see their destination
the paths I could have chosen
I only imagine they may have been easier
than the ones I walked

Once there seemed so many,
my shoes worn from the gravel
scattered about the unfinished journeys
Or maybe they were finished;
I’ve always been a little slow on the draw

You and me, she and I, me and you
Their faces blurred now, like mine to them,
no doubt. We were our worlds once
Even so, we somehow moved on
with a “fuck off” or a “I’m seeing someone now”

I’m sorry we couldn’t find
just a little more stillness
in those days of punk rock,
Sex Pistols, and leather

Michael Anthony

Ahh... such memories of encounters now faded by the years!
I enjoyed this, although personally I would have enjoyed a longer piece, describing those punk rock days.
Nicely penned.

Thanks Sharonlee! I was thinking the same thing, so maybe a future piece on the punk scene of my youth - rock n roll ya' pukes! LOL!

Michael Anthony

this piece is filled with the emotions that nostalgia brings. it flows well and your language usage is excellent. but I would like to read more about the choices, or paths not taken. still, it is an intriguing write.

(the) Cat

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Good feedback CW, thank you. This piece was a time constraint challenge, and was further complicated by the request to include regret by "The Teach." It brought back memories of cramming for a test, LOL!

Cheers

Michael Anthony

I think it well describes the self doubts we all have about the choices we have made

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My title and poem...

"Above Tree’s in Silhouette"

The full moon rose over suburban streets
faint traces of daylight slowly draining
from a shadowed sky…
… bats swooped above tree silhouettes
darker shades against the night…
A perfect time to walk in fading light;
Branches echoed with a babbled chorus
as parrots squabbled for tree-space
and one by one lights shone
from regimented rows of houses…

There was a measure of stillness
as night took over from day
autumn kissed my aging cheeks
chill lips against my skin
as a muted sense of calmness
permeated the quiet streets
somewhere a dog barked
and the last echoes of children playing
fell to silence…

As I ambled through the twi-lit streets
my youngest son, at 30, slowed his pace to match his mum’s...
… yes, the same mum who had hurried his little feet to school-
- stopped to tie his scuffed shoes… held his small hand in hers
and smiled… come on son, we’ll be late…
… as if sensing my poignant thoughts my man-child
smiled at me, nice night, was all he said.

How things change, as the years change
pace slows and thoughts take on reflective layers
each passing month… each year that slips by
offers insights new and rewarding
as a full moon rose over suburban streets
faint traces of daylight slowly drained
from a shadowed sky and I realized
perhaps the truest test of time
is to find such peace
where ever one resides.

Sharonlee Imageweaver

So good Sharonlee! I felt as if I was walking along with you and your son - the imagery was just right, and VERY effective! A beautiful piece that may not have been possible in your youth, given the last stanza - well done!

Michael Anthony

you have painted a lovely picture with your color-rich language. yours is a message of comfort and peace, yet I felt a wistful undercurrent. I'm glad that time has been good to you, as your poem indicates...great work!

*hugs, Cat

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This is the exercise where we show what we have learned. Apparently you missed the part about putting this on stream with (narrative workshop) next to title. That way everybody on site can see and comment. So If you'll just copy and paste this to the stream I'd appreciate it

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Sorry... unfortunately I will have to wait 10 hours until I am allowed to do the that according to site rules.

Pressing estate issues have me otherwise occupied.

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Better a good poem which takes time than a so/so one done in a rush

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This pheasant
lives in a cage of words,
black sticks bent just so, floating
in imagination’s thicket.

When he calls - chack chack,
a woodland copse, tree trunks
packed close, appear in my room,
the darkly silvered stems like shadows.

As I watch new buds and blossom
unfurl, on boughs reaching to the sun,
above the dark chaos beneath,
I smell petrichor, I smell musk.

I know that the night will be cold,
that frost will grab the delicate buds
and wither shoots and petals,
I feel the cold blanket of the earth.

Chack, Chack, Chaccck, he screams
as the gun rebounds and the bullet
hits his chest, bright plumage broken,
male pride exploded into dust.

I shiver as I pour my feelings
onto the silence of white space
I write to preserve his bright plumage,
immortalise him in my memory.

His resting place a copse in spring
in a land where pheasants strut.

Samantha Beardon.

Post this on stream with (narrative workshop) next to title. I want us to show our effort to the whole site

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I posted it on stream

you

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OK here comes the final Exercise.

Take your OWN poem title and write an excellent narrative poem using that title. Post this poem ON STREAM ! and everybody needs to critique each of these poems. I have been very mild in shop critique thus far but in this final assignment be assured that Any fault in your poem being or not being narrative will be exposed . I expect the same when My poem is posted. Please put (narrative shop) next to title so other people will know what we have been up to. DO NOT feel rushed. This shop will not end until all active participants have posted their poem

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Seems I can't just yet... due to the One post per day policy.

I hope can find all workshop participants on Stream.

Sharonlee Imageweaver

Try hitting the workshop button at the bottom of the page. That might bypass the one per day thing. Each participant should have (narrative shop) next to title which should make finding them easier

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I'll post asap.

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Better time spent well than a rushed job

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am I lait here or just right on time? I should have been much earlier but was trying to tackle a little issue at hand hopefully it went well thanks to God.

Since we are in the midst of the final assignment in this shop I fear it is too late. I could not expect anybody to review all previous commentary or complete the many assignments during the few days we have left. This final assignment is for each member to post a poem on stream with (narrative workshop) next to title. You are most welcome to give your input on them. There is another shop coming up though. Keep an eye open for a blog announcement about it. You will be most welcome to join it.

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does the assignment call for one of our own poems, or from another poet that we admire?

thanx in advance, Cat

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the title you suppled earlier. Now.earlier there Was a fill in assignment in which you could post a narrative poem by somebody else . Whether you go back and insert That is up mot you

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RUBIES IN THE BROOK, a “What If” Poem
- Life is full of possibilities that may not be realities. —Hank Bruce

A tech decided he was
against his bosses
too much Commie...
and not enough ism.
Turned off the freezer in the P4 lab
spoiled the vials
virus’s woke up from a deep, cold slumber
in the Chinese Institute of Virology.

Disposing of the microbes
was supposed to be
done in the hell-fires of protocols...
one SARS-CoV2 vial went home in his pocket.
Leaning over the Crucian Carp
a good luck lunar new year’s fish
in the fish kiosk his boss’s Cousin ran...
Boss was sure to choose from in Wuhan’s wet market.

He dumped the entire vial
added a unknown flavor to the carp
now there’s a smell in the kiosk
then a stink in fish cart.
That tech went home
grinning at what he’d done
yet sickened
and collapsed at work.

One of the Docs saw the light
diagnosed him with virus disease.
The running brook of cases
turned into a swollen creek,
then a raging river of disease.
Cousin fish seller fell behind his cart
only found dead the next day
in the wet mart.

By then so many others were sick
the Central Commitee didn’t know what to do.
Li Wenliang was the doctor
that helped the fallen tech
and lit the signal fires like in the days of old
to his staff at the institute.
The Central Committee censored him
arrested him for making false statements.

Just then he got it, too
the SARS-CoV2, he died like all the rest.
Not like all, Dr Li died twice
his death reported, then retracted
then reported again on a different day.
The public outcry over the lies told
When the Central Committee couldn’t get
the story straight, that concocted dupe.
The question asked by many, what was
the lab doing with that virus anyway?

What had been a small running brook
morphed into a tsunami
washing humanity’s shorelines with waves of crashing illness’s,
no-one listened to Dr Li until too late.
People got on airplanes
flying both hither and yon like they usually do
spreading unwittingly
a seething infirmity.

Wether intentionally or not
the Chinese unleashed
calamity, peril, death
by biological warfare.
On The World
On Humanity
So many people now wearing
their overcoats of earth.

There are no rubies in this brook
no sapphires in this creekbed to be discovered
in flood stage is the now raging river, going to the sea
boats can’t float in a tsunami wave.

There are no rubies in that brook
no garnets or emeralds there either
diamonds lie buried in the river’s onslaught
amethyst covered by tsunami mud.

You can imagine
what happens next
just by turning on
our news of today.

You can only imagine
the what, and how, and who should
be held accountable
by those of us that survive.

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This should be posted on stream with (narrative workshop) next to title

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I wasn’t sure so did it in the workshop post, and in The Stream.

Thanks for being our coach on this workshop. I’m sure it was some work for ya!

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It was no worse than trying to herd cats lol. I'm pleased you enjoyed this.

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In an effort to improve on any future shops I run I need feedback on This one . So tell me what could have been done better and if you can think of anything that I did right you can tell me that too...........stan

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Hi Stan... I enjoyed the workshop and your instructions as well as interacting with everyone who participated...
I found I did have trouble following the thread of input here, however that could be because of my current emotional state. The family member I mentioned briefly, earlier, passed away on the first of May... his week long illness and sudden death has been a huge shock to my family.
I would like to participate in future workshops, depending on the topic.

Thank you for your patient instructions and responses.

Sharonlee Imageweaver

The pain never goes away but over time it will fade a bit

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I think that you showed infinite patience with all of us members. when we became confused, you helped straighten us out. you tried your best to make instructions clear. I felt like you were the Shepard and we were the unruly critters who didn't always take direction well. Now...if you could only get the members to critique their fellow members assignments.

p.s
I too am losing a family member. so, I sympathize with Image Weaver.

thanks for all your hard work! Cat
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Well it Was a bit like trying to herd cats (pun intended). But if you Really want to learn about something then trying to teach it is an excellent way to do so

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if I am good teacher material with my o.c.d. disability.

but thanks for the thought. maybe I could be a teacher's assistant?

*hugs, Cat

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I will keep you in mind to be a moderator in a shop

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okay...thanks!

Cat
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Found it interesting and sad to hear that two others here in the workshop are working with their feelings of significant loss, besides me.

My sympathies to you folks. Can’t say that I know exactly how you are feeling, however i believe I can feel you pretty close. I lost my wife six weeks ago, and am walking thru the Valley of Sad.

As far a feedback goes, Scribbler, i thought you fid a fine job all around. Assignments were clear, requested interactions were inclusive, and critique was (IMHO) interesting/appropriate.

Having written that, I will say that there wasn’t much comment/critique on my final assignment.

I also wonder if there is a way to divide the posts into a daily set, rather than it being one super-long string? Just an idea.

Thanks again for your patience with all of us.

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stream and open to new comment each time an edit takes place. As to length of shop stream, I agree this is a problem and I hope for a solution before next shop comes up

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for your loss. I know that there is nothing else I can say, that will make it better, so I won't try. ~ Geez.
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Even if you just say: I liked this story or your spelling
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I, too, am very sorry for your loss. hang in there.

*hugs, Cat

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