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You are a poet and you didn’t even know it.
Bill — then why did I work so hard to get a rhyme?
Did she really?
Short and SWEET! Now that’s poetry I can understand!!!
Et tu, Quilly?
Jientje — uhm, no.
Melli — I loved yours!
Doug — I am in a quandary. Is this a lament about a month’s worth of bad poetry, or surprise that I was expected to behave? (Why do you think the grownups wanted me dead?).
A very clear warning and a very good poem.
Oh good!
Missed this one too. What a great little poem. I loved it.
It seems to me
that poems can be
short or long, easy or hard
and in the end it makes you a bard
It gives you a choice
to write out your voice
But just make sure
that the words are pure
In coming to a close
I choose a prose
It makes no sense
So I’ll just sit on the fence
I remember hearing similar things growing up.
I’ve said this many times to each of my children. (doesn’t seem to work, though. 🙂
Nessa — and a true story, too!
Jientje — ?
Dr. John — I am pleased to please you.
Thom — so, have you entered the poetry challenge?
Barbara — and are both your ears the same size? I have one I think is just a bit bigger …
Andrew — have you actually administered the spanking? If you do it once, the threat has a bit more umph to it.
No. I don’t like poems and don’t understand them basically. Sad but true.
How is it you managed the poem in comment #10 if you don’t understand poems? Now I’m confused!
You actually call that a poem? I call it a bunch of words with a word that has a rhyme (sp) at the end of each sentence. LOL
Thom — you spelled rhyme correctly. A poem is a stylized collection of words (which means the sentences are broken into bits [verses, stanzas, etc,] and punctuation doesn’t matter). Those words concentrate a spotlight on a particular subject in a creative (new and unusual) way. A poem is written with intent to direct (manipulate) a reader’s thoughts and/or emotions (stir laughter, tears, anger, thought, etc.).
Your “collection of words” were written in a stylized (rhyming) manner. Most of your verses scanned (had the same number of syllables and matching beats) and your rhymes worked. Your poem is written in a manner that highlights your confusion with poetry (there’s your spotlight on one idea) and it moves its readers to chuckle (manipulating emotions). So, yes. I call that a poem.
ouch! i am not at all surprised at your poetic prowess if your mother chided you in rhyme
Now you have even confused me even more.
So I will pass
and it wont be gas
on writing a poem
ouch I can’t find a word to rhyme
so I”ll quit this time
Short and to the point. Well done Quilly!! I would love to join in the fun… and just have way too much on my plate in April to be sure I could post a poem each day. Definitely getting around to read the others would not happen. Keep up the great work.