[Melalope]

On the metrical scale I've been weighed and found wanting.
The image of Chris' gruel, indeed, quite haunting!

No worse I suppose then bovines grazing lint, earwax and such.
I tried the spell Chris!But you can see, it didn't help much.

[Zita Zenda]

The recipe that I see here
is not for making rhymes appear;
it’s one for using any word
in context with all those absurd
notions. And it won’t make potions
or lotions that I’d dare to use,
but still, Chris, a very nice ruse.

[Carl Sundell]

Poets of the modern realm unite!
Forsake your rhythms, swear off your rhymes;
Renounce those ancient artful crimes!

Let us write prosaic
With pictures quite mosaic
But no hint of archaic
We're in the modern times
Tra-la!

There are no rotten lines,
Fa-la!

We're in the modern times
Hoorah!!!

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[Melalope]

Carl the anarchist
begs for more sloppy verse??!!
Beware! Beware! Chris may step in
with a hex, or curse!

[chris]

A Rubai of Karmic Returns

How could I throw a hex on Mr Sundell.
I've only scentless water here to sell.
Beware the shaman's hand that points the bone.
The spell may boomerang on loopy Mel.


More Manacled Sentiments


Banished from this Rhymers' Repartee,
poor Free-Verse swings upon the poetree.

Yet is Free-Verse - a coffin or a curse?
shouting a hurse! my kingdom for a hurse!

We are hypocritical to whit!
We've smoked Free-Verse and other Beepbop Shit.

Neither's easy Carl - let both hang out.
Fixed ir Free, it's hard to catch a trout.

Learn the metrical locks and rhyming tools,
then like Houdini wriggle free from rules.



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[Carl Sundell]

Chris

"How could I throw a hex on Mr Sundell.
I've only scentless water here to sell."

"Scentless water" here indeed!
You rhymists multiply and feed
so fast on concocted sing-song rhymes
that bishops warn of Global Ending Times.

Now do get thee hence with thy rhymes so dense!
And not again let Echo rule thy Sense!

[Zita Zenda]

Originally posted by Carol Taylor:


Come chew the fat, good poets all--
don't drop the conversational ball.
There's only one condition:
What you write here has got to rhyme,
so open your Wood and take your time
in posting your submission
in formal forms or nonce--you choose
the rhyme and meter scheme to use.

Carol

Invitation was sent to one and all--
Who is it that’s saying who shan’t play ball?

Our world will not end from unpleasant rhymes,
but more so, it may through religious crimes.

I adore the rules and breaking them too,
this thread’s the place where we can come to screw

around, mid other poet minds, sublime.
Remember all, it’s to have a good time…

So tell us a story, forget yourselves,
leave your criticisms up on those shelves

--with all your quick-witted quotable digs.
Let us get back to our repartee jigs.

[Carl Sundell]

zbaby

"Our world will not end from unpleasant rhymes,
but more so, it may through religious crimes."

The Vatican fires no nuclear warhead;
But liberals also are known for blood shed.

Uncle Sam, in his blue star-spangled pants,
writes poems to rhyme and sing a war dance.

If freedom's not to finally perish,
in our verses we should freedom cherish.




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[Zita Zenda]

I thought that Uncle Sam’s pants
were red and white striped;
and that the liberals’ prance
was not what I’d griped

about. Nor did I mention,
in particular,
any single religion…
The concern thus far

is that our human nature
allows us to think
that one must be the greater.
Then, we’d be in sync

with one god and one leader…
-completely insane-
Would you follow one keeper
in spite of their bane?



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[Carl Sundell]

Ah, zbaby, to you I yield the field.
I never think religions are the same.
Now go, put up your sword and shield;
Challenge one whose faith is far more lame.