I'll add another dimension to this, not off subject. Here are my favorite rhymes from my poems. I really don't admire myself a lot, but about these I feel rather smug:
from "Three Poems by Lady Night" (appeared in premier issue of Measure):
The bare tree branches tremble in the breeze,
So sharp and sudden as twilight descends.
And over me my lover softly bends.
And I am young and proud of my beauties.
"breeze/beauties" is one I am quite proud of. And the courtesan (high-class call girl) in this is not just proud of her "beauty" but of her "beauties"--her eyes, hair, breasts, legs, etc.
Another from a poem by Chinese poet Li Po (appeared in Hellas):
I lift the cup aloft and I invite
The Moon to drink with me. To my delight,
She joins me—then my shadow makes us three!
Together we indulge in revelry.
The Moon drinks, and my shadow—what a laugh!—
Now imitates me down the moonlit path!
I like the "laugh/path" one too. Slant rhymes are good.
Both of these are translations. Perhaps translations bring out our resourcefulness more.
Your own favorite rhymes from your own poems?
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