Comments on: PD30 Day 19: A Glossary of Rhyme http://www.poewar.com/pd30-day-19-a-glossary-of-rhyme/ Writing Career Center Sat, 20 Mar 2010 01:51:48 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: Akhristin http://www.poewar.com/pd30-day-19-a-glossary-of-rhyme/comment-page-1/#comment-220529 Akhristin Fri, 31 Oct 2008 22:15:29 +0000 http://www.poewar.com/?p=4468#comment-220529 a word has so much meaning just call out my name and ask me again and tell me who it belongs to and repeat it over and over again just call out my name make it pur when you say it repeat it until you mean what you say like you enjoy it connotation do not make me a pet name call out my real name until you not want no other like you mean you need me i remind you of your mom we have the same name so do not forget the word in my name has potential meaning it is not only a word it becomes a moritorium a word
has so much meaning
just call out my name
and ask me again
and tell me who it belongs to
and repeat it over and over again
just call out my name
make it pur when you say it
repeat it until you mean what you say
like you enjoy it connotation
do not make me a pet name
call out my real name
until you not want no other
like you mean you need me
i remind you of your mom
we have the same name
so do not forget the word in my name
has potential meaning
it is not only a word
it becomes a moritorium

]]> By: Sheer http://www.poewar.com/pd30-day-19-a-glossary-of-rhyme/comment-page-1/#comment-219826 Sheer Thu, 25 Sep 2008 15:16:34 +0000 http://www.poewar.com/?p=4468#comment-219826 I'm back from HK! Was caught in the level 8 typhoon...wished I had my lappie with me to write....okay, will try to catch up on the poems. =) *************************** Call Me Beautiful Don’t call me Beautiful Unless you truly Believe So Don’t call me Beautiful Unless you truly Think So Don’t pretend To find me Beautiful I know My own Worth I need not Your Affirmation So why Then Do I still Care If you Call me Beautiful? I’m back from HK! Was caught in the level 8 typhoon…wished I had my lappie with me to write….okay, will try to catch up on the poems. =)

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Call Me Beautiful

Don’t call me
Beautiful
Unless you truly
Believe
So

Don’t call me
Beautiful
Unless you truly
Think
So

Don’t pretend
To find me
Beautiful

I know
My own
Worth

I need not
Your
Affirmation

So why
Then
Do
I still
Care

If you
Call me
Beautiful?

]]> By: Maryellen Grady http://www.poewar.com/pd30-day-19-a-glossary-of-rhyme/comment-page-1/#comment-219708 Maryellen Grady Sat, 20 Sep 2008 01:05:01 +0000 http://www.poewar.com/?p=4468#comment-219708 Grade School Headache Time The boy found joy with the toy. But it was not to last alas. Soon he lost it and was sad But he knew it wasn't far. His older brother found the toy easily And wouldn't give it back wilily The little brother begged and appealed. The brother's heart was only annealed. Then the little brother got an idea He knew how to make his brother irate. He would take the boy's MP3 player He would take his turn at being a flayer. He would take no flak, his brother would give the toy back. He felt sure he had the knack, and just waited to ransack ' He would creep into the brother's room and get the player He was sure he'd seen it on his old brown dresser. This poem makes me realize why people wanted private study. And I feel more than a bit embarrassed and broody. I am no good at crossword puzzles either. Does that mean I can't write poetry neither? . Maryellen Gradys last blog post..<a href="http://msrefusenik-msrefuseniktellsitall.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-all-i-ask-of-dying-is-to-go.html" rel="nofollow">"AND ALL I ASK OF DYING IS TO GO NATURALLY." ("When I Die")</a> Grade School Headache Time

The boy found joy with the toy.
But it was not to last alas.

Soon he lost it and was sad
But he knew it wasn’t far.

His older brother found the toy easily
And wouldn’t give it back wilily

The little brother begged and appealed.
The brother’s heart was only annealed.

Then the little brother got an idea
He knew how to make his brother irate.

He would take the boy’s MP3 player
He would take his turn at being a flayer.

He would take no flak, his brother would give the toy back.
He felt sure he had the knack, and just waited to ransack
‘
He would creep into the brother’s room and get the player
He was sure he’d seen it on his old brown dresser.

This poem makes me realize why people wanted private study.
And I feel more than a bit embarrassed and broody.

I am no good at crossword puzzles either.
Does that mean I can’t write poetry neither?

.

Maryellen Gradys last blog post.."AND ALL I ASK OF DYING IS TO GO NATURALLY." ("When I Die")

]]> By: Gary Bowers http://www.poewar.com/pd30-day-19-a-glossary-of-rhyme/comment-page-1/#comment-219706 Gary Bowers Fri, 19 Sep 2008 19:22:20 +0000 http://www.poewar.com/?p=4468#comment-219706 The Meaning Woare or Less Onomatopoeia's fine Divine that Pop and Buzz would be So freely transcendentalized And mental eyes can shut, be nil. But slangish language languishes And squisheth in the soundling soup A poop-poor eekish argot, snide- And wide-maligned for Scat or Stilt. So smelt those peons dilettantish If an auntish soul advises, But surmise as Kantish moron And/or on the slant or build. The Meaning Woare or Less

Onomatopoeia’s fine
Divine that Pop and Buzz would be
So freely transcendentalized
And mental eyes can shut, be nil.

But slangish language languishes
And squisheth in the soundling soup
A poop-poor eekish argot, snide-
And wide-maligned for Scat or Stilt.

So smelt those peons dilettantish
If an auntish soul advises,
But surmise as Kantish moron
And/or on the slant or build.

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