Showing posts with label Rhyme. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rhyme. Show all posts

Friday, 13 July 2012

Rhyme & Rhythm














Arrange some words with rhyme and rhythm
and you can make a poem with'em.
But leave the rhyme and rhythm out
and all your work will come to nowt.
For rhyme keeps memory alive
and rhythm makes the poem drive.
and so to let your genius show
let the rhyme and rhythm flow.

Wednesday, 27 June 2012

On Poetry



















I find that I prefer a frame,
a structure, there to hang my words.
And rhyme, or words that sound the same
phonetic'ly like herds and birds.

I like beginnings, endings too,
perhaps a middle in between.
I like a narrative, to view
the places that my verse has been.

And verses too. A way to break
the action up and bring a pause,
and so confirm the common take
that an effect must have a cause.

But don't a fascist name me yet.
As room there is for fractured prose.
For rhyme-less rounds, no rhythm set.
Just don't expect me to write those.

And at the end, with your good grace,
I'd rather, if I had the choice,
present my labours face to face.
Delivered by a human voice