Speak in Rhyme, and Keep in Time!

Wind In My Hair · Post by **Wind In My Hair** » Fri, 20 May 2011 8:27 am

Am in the mood for a jingle,
For sometimes my senses tingle.
Just for laughs, I'm writing this down.
Now all you wordsmiths, come mingle!

Calmday · Post by **Calmday** » Fri, 20 May 2011 9:41 am

Slow Friday?

Wind In My Hair · Post by **Wind In My Hair** » Fri, 20 May 2011 10:35 am

"Slow Friday," says he.
"Try harder" 's my plea.
Don't spoil the fun,
The rhyme's the key!

Post by **Strong Eagle** » Fri, 20 May 2011 11:00 am

An oldie?

There once was an elephant
That tried to use the telephant.
No, no, there once was an elephone
That tried to use the telephone
Dear me, I'm not certain quite
That even now I have it right.
H'wer it was he got his trunk
Entangled in the telefunk.
I fear I better drop this song
Of elephop and telephong.

Post by **nakatago** » Fri, 20 May 2011 11:06 am

Warm up:

Roses are 0xFF0000
Violets are 0x0000FF
All my base
Are belong to you

BillyB · Post by **BillyB** » Fri, 20 May 2011 11:15 am

Tickle my tits it's Friday,
What on earth are we all to do.
Spend all night in the boozer,
And Saturday in the loo.

intellectualsmuse · Post by **intellectualsmuse** » Fri, 20 May 2011 11:28 am

BillyB wrote:Tickle my tits it's Friday,
What on earth are we all to do.
Spend all night in the boozer,
And Saturday in the loo.

Spend Saturdays in the loo...
Sundays feeling blue,
Monday comes along,
Am bored for lack of a song...
Spend Tuesday looking for meaning...
Futile cause its all deceiving,
Wednesday, middle of the week
The future looks so bleak
Thursday's closer to Friday,
But its going to be a dry day...
Friday's kind of slow
But atleast am not feeling low

Wind In My Hair · Post by **Wind In My Hair** » Fri, 20 May 2011 12:31 pm

The muse is not low,
Her week's easier in bits.
Let's all celebrate Friday,
While Billy teases his tits.

Wind In My Hair · Post by **Wind In My Hair** » Fri, 20 May 2011 12:50 pm

nakatago wrote:Roses are 0xFF0000
Violets are 0x0000FF
All my base
Are belong to you

Roses I've zero
Violets not one
Bi nary a blossom
My heart you have won

BillyB · Post by **BillyB** » Fri, 20 May 2011 1:17 pm

Wind In My Hair wrote:The muse is not low,
Her week's easier in bits.
Let's all celebrate Friday,
While Billy teases his tits.

Very good is your rhyme,
I'm mightily impressed.
But where is the slang,
Thats what I like best.

intellectualsmuse · Post by **intellectualsmuse** » Fri, 20 May 2011 2:40 pm

BillyB wrote:
Wind In My Hair wrote:The muse is not low,
Her week's easier in bits.
Let's all celebrate Friday,
While Billy teases his tits.
Very good is your rhyme,
I'm mightily impressed.
But where is the slang,
Thats what I like best.

The slang is left to Billy,
Cause WIMH thinks its silly.
But when Billy gets his slang right,
The posts on the forum seem bright.

Post by **nakatago** » Fri, 20 May 2011 4:03 pm

With what whimsy does one ponder
The call for rhymes, I must wonder
I've noticed that on all your verse
Four lines, just a bit wee terse

And if I may note another observation
Subsequent two lines rhyme, to my consternation
Of course, if you'll excuse me, I'm not complaining
It's just something I see on what's remaining

Then of course, I'm not really very good at this
Last time I did this, more than a decade was amiss
But perhaps I may propose some variation
Some form of play on our composition?

Such as...
...for example...

Free verse.

The cadence of the words dictate rhythm

No rhyme
No discernible pattern

Just words
Words,
dictating a rhythm--a flow
Like a metronome
Or the Inception soundtrack

A crescendo
building,
building,
BUILDING
to a climax!

Or a haiku:

Words stated with counts
Ideas expressed briefly
But end with cutting

Wind In My Hair · Post by **Wind In My Hair** » Fri, 20 May 2011 4:50 pm

intellectualsmuse wrote:The slang is left to Billy,
Cause WIMH thinks its silly.
But when Billy gets his slang right,
The posts on the forum seem bright.

The muse is intellectual indeed -
For lowly slang she sees no need,
And urges against willy nilly
Acquiescing to the silly Billy.

Wind In My Hair · Post by **Wind In My Hair** » Fri, 20 May 2011 6:10 pm

nakatago wrote:With what whimsy does one ponder
The call for rhymes, I must wonder
I've noticed that on all your verse
Four lines, just a bit wee terse

And if I may note another observation
Subsequent two lines rhyme, to my consternation
Of course, if you'll excuse me, I'm not complaining
It's just something I see on what's remaining

Then of course, I'm not really very good at this
Last time I did this, more than a decade was amiss
But perhaps I may propose some variation
Some form of play on our composition?

Such as...
...for example...

Free verse.

The cadence of the words dictate rhythm

No rhyme
No discernible pattern

Just words
Words,
dictating a rhythm--a flow
Like a metronome
Or the Inception soundtrack

A crescendo
building,
building,
BUILDING
to a climax!

Or a haiku:

Words stated with counts
Ideas expressed briefly
But end with cutting

Cutting your words
Certainly not brief
Too numerous to count

A haiku two?

From your climax so HIGH
.............. bending
........ bending
... bending
low.

Just spaces
Spaces
demanding room - a void
Like a black hole
Or the Sound of Silence

But rhyme,
Ah, the saving pattern

The rhythm of words dictating reason

Poetic meter.

... such as
For example ...

Are you happy with this departure
From iambic tetrameter?
Now I've played your game of free verse,
I pray you, my poetry no longer curse.

And if I may make a suggestion
Without your consequent indigestion:
To revel in the simple limerick,
And from the rhyme derive a kick.

Such soothing comfort, these same four lines
Calling us to a meeting of minds;
Whether with rhyme, or versing freely,
Pondering one another's whimsy.

Post by **nakatago** » Fri, 20 May 2011 6:21 pm

Wind In My Hair wrote:
nakatago wrote:With what whimsy does one ponder
The call for rhymes, I must wonder
I've noticed that on all your verse
Four lines, just a bit wee terse

And if I may note another observation
Subsequent two lines rhyme, to my consternation
Of course, if you'll excuse me, I'm not complaining
It's just something I see on what's remaining

Then of course, I'm not really very good at this
Last time I did this, more than a decade was amiss
But perhaps I may propose some variation
Some form of play on our composition?

Such as...
...for example...

Free verse.

The cadence of the words dictate rhythm

No rhyme
No discernible pattern

Just words
Words,
dictating a rhythm--a flow
Like a metronome
Or the Inception soundtrack

A crescendo
building,
building,
BUILDING
to a climax!

Or a haiku:

Words stated with counts
Ideas expressed briefly
But end with cutting
Cutting your words
Certainly not brief
Too numerous to count

A haiku two?

From your climax so HIGH
.............. bending
........ bending
... bending
low.

Just spaces
Spaces
demanding room - a void
Like a black hole
Or the Sound of Silence

But rhyme,
Ah, the saving pattern

The rhythm of words dictating reason

Poetic meter.

... such as
For example ...

Are you happy with this departure
From iambic tetrameter?
Now I've played your game of free verse,
I pray you, my poetry no longer curse.

And if I may make a suggestion
Without your consequent indigestion:
To revel in the simple limerick,
And from the rhyme derive a kick.

Such soothing comfort, these same four lines
Calling us to a meeting of minds;
Whether with rhyme, or versing freely,
Pondering one another's whimsy.

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