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"The Right Word" workshop

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Saying No To Red Lolly Pop

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Sun, 2014-12-21 23:19

Love was everywhere
In high school
girls and boys made babies

but boys would say
“It's not my baby”

girls with big bellies
looked a fool
with no baby daddy.

in my heart, I said
“I'm not falling in love
with a boy
or having sex”.

“he won't treat me that way”
“No” was my favorite word
ever since first grade”.

Workshop: 
"The Right Word"

An Acrostic Poem (The Right Word)

Submitted by wesley snow on Fri, 2014-12-19 18:42

Those birds I ponder near my house
Have holes in trees as flitter mouse,
Except they flitter through the day.

Such grating songs they always play,
Part cuckoo screeches calling loud,
All arrogance and preening proud.
Right rudely do they guard the nests-
Rough arguments; effusive pests.
Oh, sparrows are a noisome bunch
When break my fast and spoil my lunch.

And when of wind they might run dry,
Nowhere is there a silent sigh.
Damn chickadees now chide and bitch.

Workshop: 
"The Right Word"

Because You Are Human (The Right Word WS)

Submitted by Rula on Tue, 2014-12-16 11:38

Man!
I see you
in the beauty of
the super moon,
in summer's boons,
and in the evergreens.

I see you
in the strength
of the water falls,
in thunder's sound,
and in the storms.

I see you
in the softness
of the snow flakes,
in May's buds,
and in autumn's tumbling leaves.

I see you
differently
in different moons,

because
you are human!!

Workshop: 
"The Right Word"

Trees by Philip Larkin (The Right Word Workshop)

Submitted by alidzain on Fri, 2014-12-12 17:07

The trees are (turning) into leaf
Like (words) almost being said
The recent buds (grow) and spread
Their greenness is a kind of grief

Is it that they are (young) again
And we (growing) old? No, they (aged) too
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain

Yet still the unresting (wild) thresh
In fullgrown (on) every May
Last year (sweet) (dreams) they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, (afresh)

Workshop: 
"The Right Word"

Right word workshop

Submitted by wesley snow on Thu, 2014-12-11 20:14

The trees are blossomed into leaf
Like poesy almost being said
The recent buds grow dark and spread
Their greenness is a kind of grief
Is it that they are young again
And we so old? No, they age too
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain
Yet still the unresting will thresh
In fullgrown bloom every May
Last year is dead they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

Workshop: 
"The Right Word"

Stan, Trees by Philip Larkin (Right Word WS) (new)

Submitted by Ian.T on Thu, 2014-12-11 19:17

Have fun..LOVE..Stan
TREES by Philip Larkin

The trees are (bursting) into leaf
Like (whispers) almost being said
the recent buds (grow) and spread
their greenness is a kind of grief

Is it that they are (whole) again
and we (grow) old? No, they (will) too
their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain

Yet still the unresting (boughs) thresh
In full grown (splendour) every May
Last year (sweet) (memory) they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, (enmesh)

Workshop: 
"The Right Word"

Trees by Philip Larkin (Right Word WS)

Submitted by Rula on Thu, 2014-12-11 01:57

The trees are (coming) into leaf
Like (fables) almost being said
The recent buds (unfold) and spread
Their greenness is a kind of grief

Is it that they are (young) again
And we (grow) old? No, they (do) too
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain

Yet still the unresting (sprouts) thresh
In fullgrown (bodies) every May
Last year (had) (gone) they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, (afresh)

Workshop: 
"The Right Word"

The Right Word WS TREES by Philip Larkin

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Wed, 2014-12-10 23:12

The trees are grind into leaf
Like dust almost being said
The recent buds sprout and spread
Their greenness is a kind of grief

Is it that they are green again
And we feel old? No, they grew too
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain

Yet still the unresting leaf thresh
In fullgrown tree every May
Last year hallelujah amen they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, again

Workshop: 
"The Right Word"

(Stan's WS) (Atteration of Frost's Good Hours) (2nd Attempt)

Submitted by Rula on Fri, 2014-12-05 14:22

I had not for this winter evening walk
my just passed friend 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 memories within, 2
Alike the sound of a violin. 1
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 a shadow, but couldn't track. 3

Workshop: 
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The Right Word WS Good Hours

Submitted by Barbara Writes on Fri, 2014-12-05 00:10

I had for my winter evening walk
no one at all with whom to talk.
But I had the trees in a row
up to their shining leaves 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 trees found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.

Workshop: 
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