A literary affair
A literary affair
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We dance in metaphors
A familiar verse
Seducing through lines
We wrap up high imagery
Pleasing the eye of the mind
We flaunt and tease
Play wicked games with words
We do as we please
Upon the pages of books
Where we throw ourselves
Into a casual comfort
We lie, play pretence
Say words were afraid to
All in a secret place
Found at the end of a pen
There written between each line
We are revealed, lovers
Fully entwined together
In a rich dance of verse
We are guilty of a literary affair
poem by Matthew Holloway
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A Writing Break
I sit and write
Literary expelling my mind
On thoughts and feelings
In words I sometimes reflect
Seeing my every image
My pretence of character
Both good and bad staring back
Between the lines of the page
There in stories made up
In verse I see captured
Broken up pieces of myself
That others may relate to
Its all a humane experience
Literary coming off the page
In poetic dedication
I sit here and I write
Feeding my obsessive addiction
Now back to writing
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Between the pages
Between the pages
~
between the pages
we line ourselves in verse
where we play out a story
of our own making
the turns and twists
brought through words
etched upon the page
ink flows to its own beat
like a raging heart
pouring out before the eyes
a world becomes forgotten
lost in the celebration
between pages
each line shared
written
in its own breath
creation begins
time lapses
into our verse
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Casual Affair
So you give it all
In the world today
You say it's all about the passion
And the wars you wage
I'm not saying I'm one for violence
But it keeps me hangin' on
It's a casual affair
When everybody loves you
Oh they'll pay top dollar
Make you wear the dog collar
When everybody loves you
I said I'm not afraid of change
I'm not afraid to lose
They say it's all about the sacrifice
And the weapons you choose
Like I said I'm not one for violence
But it keeps me hangin' on
It's a casual affair
When everybody loves you
Oh they'll pay top dollar
Make you wear the dog collar
When everybody loves you
It's a casual affair
When everybody loves you
Oh they'll pay top dollar
Make you wear the dog collar
When everybody loves you
It's a casual affair
When everybody loves you
Oh they'll pay top dollar
When everybody loves you
It's a casual affair
It's a casual affair
song performed by by Tonic from Lemon Parade
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Most Of The So Called Literary Experts
Most of the so called literary experts are dismissive of rhyme
They say 'tis the poetry of a long gone time
Yet the poets that they laud the poems they do write
Cannot be put to music and are hard to read and recite
The rhymer of today is not looked on as a poet
Or is not seen as one worthy of literary note
By the so called literary experts with literary degrees
Though their judgement on what is or is not poetry not everyone does please
They never will convince the old style rhyme buff
To him or her well written rhyme is not throw away stuff
In well written rhyme are the words to a song
And good rhyming poetry to music belong
Yet the degreed literary experts who on poetry like to have their say
Dismiss rhyming poets and their poetry as of yesterday.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Recipe Me
A thousand years of prose and verse,
A thousand more to settle down;
Diced and served mixed metaphors;
With metonymy and adnoun.
Catch the lovely imagery,
These stanzas are isochronous;
Let loose thy savagery;
Free verse from resulting succuss.
Attune meter and the rhyme,
Laugh off the hyperbole;
Move your hand and head in time;
Eat my words; swallow me whole.
Caress these couplet with thine eyes;
Follow the words that run-on line;
The enjambement is the prize;
Then revel in thy condign.
Dance with words in Petrarchan style;
Dress them in the right octave;
Mixed with rhythm and some guile,
Tercet I doth twice enslave.
Served with humor and litotes;
The elegy, lyric and epic.
Cavort around them as you please;
Though they may be monostich.
My poetry is quite concrete;
‘Tis marinated in prosody.
Even if they’re offbeat,
Recipe me for any malady!
08th May 2009
Copyright © SC
poem by Subroto Chatterjee
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On A Famed Poet
Forgive me if his greatness I cannot seem to note
His poems never rhyme but he is a famed poet
By literary experts considered to be knowledgeable and wise
And for his poems he has won many a prize.
Though poetry is not very popular today
The poet of the poetry lovers the experts do say
In University literary magazines students his verses read
And they all agree he's a fine poet indeed.
Of poets and poetry I must confess so little I know
My favourites old rhymers from ages ago
On the poetry I do not like most experts agree
That it is well written and quite good poetry.
Forgive me if the worth in his verse I can't see
His non rhyming poetry does nothing for me
Of reading blank verse I do quickly grow tired
My truth is by such stuff I do not feel inspired.
The experts on his poetry great interest show
And his stature as a poet only seems to grow
Of him great things are written and great things we hear
And good luck to him on his literary career.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Liking For Rhyme
My literary tastes have not changed with the passing of time
I have always been one with a liking for rhyme
To rhyme is so easy as some like to say
Though rhymers seem so out of fashion today
But I am a lover of ballad and song
And rhymes with a lilt that just jingle along
I loved reading the old rhyming verse as a boy
Something to this day I do thoroughly enjoy
Some literary dons refer to a rhymer as a doggerel poet
As not anyone worthy of literary note
From the Poets Club with their words rhymers they exclude
For educated people they seem rather rude
But I am a fan of good old rhyming stuff
And for many years now I have been a rhyme buff.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Fools
I know this feeling inside
Has just made up my mind
Im gonna take this chance
And do whats in my heart
You always said that
Youd stand by me
And help me get along
So understand
I must do whats in my heart
I know this feeling inside
Has helped me to carry on
So as the days go by
And the nights that never end
You play the clubs
And you play the game
The next day you will find
Youll have to try and
Please that fool again
Dont you know that
Fools play at games
Dont you know that
Fools play at games
And I know that
Im not afraid of you
Day after day I feel this way
That I need to be moving on
You know I depend on you
Dont get me wrong
Ill throw the dice and
I play the game
And hope we get along
Even then I wont be fooled again
So Ive read your words and
Ive signed my name
But I cant make up my mind
If you really care or youre
Playing your games
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Further more from the poets desk
The drum of the pen upon this desk
Rings the impassable opening line
How to break from the restraint
To speak full admissions of the mind
Be it of love or observation to life
I am as yet unable to pen a word
The is no tale, letter nor a comedy
I am able to dictate unto the page
The agony of my literary silence
Grows with the slow passing of time
Drumming ceased Pen firmly in hand
And the clicking of the lid begins
Thoughts search and contemplate
While nothing written remains
My eyes look not into the room
But into another place of fantasy
Where I dance with romantic words
And survey loves great tragedy
All of this I seek to fill my mind
So I may finally pen
The impassable opening line
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Gray
The loud, apt epithet, applying sure;
The dim-drawn image, artfully obscure;
The perfect stanza, framed of words as choice
And round as pearls, yet liquid to the voice;
A pith of phrase, and musical array
Of numbers;—these are the prime charms of Gray.
The naked majesty and open wonder
Of true sublimity heaped in lines of thunder;
That artless grace wherewith the olden time
Dandled the happy infancy of Rhyme;
That negligent melody which shames the trick
Of wire-drawn verse, and verse-drawn rhetoric:
These in our rich old Bards abound; but these
To Gray were literary heresies.
poem by Charles Harpur
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Dance All Over Your Face
Baby, I know its a jungle out there
Well if you can play it cool, I can play it debonair
You were warm, but there was an inner ice
And baby, it was like a rollin dice
Well I told you once, I told you twice
Hey listen babe, theres trouble in paradise
Well I found a lipstick stain of your kiss
Well you can sink your teeth into this, bitch, so
Chorus:
Im gonna dance, dance all over your face, Im gonna dance all over your face
Im gonna dance, dance all over your face, Im gonna dance all over your face
Hey baby, can you pass this quiz
Well, just put your money where your mouth is
Youre as sharp as a slap from a lovers hand
Hey baby, baby, baby, this is all I can stand
You played your hand, and now you lose, well listen bitch, Ive got news
Yes, I saw you with another man and you put me in disgrace, so
Chorus
Dance, dance all over your face, Im gonna dance all over your face
No cheap perfume can change my mind, no satin and lace
Yes, Im gonna dance all over your face
No thigh high boots, forbidden fruits, no satin and lace
Yes, Im gonna dance, dance all over your face, Im gonna dance
song performed by by Kiss
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A Heart Spoken
My heart spoken
Into the verse of a poem
Dedicated to your name
Not to be forgotten
As beautiful as it is written
My love remains, yours
A day may come and go
A song shall play
Each pleasing to the mind
But none, more so
That a moment with you
So beautiful
Quietly embracing
Those little unimportant things
That still matter to me
Not wanting to miss out
Letting them slip by
That will not do
A goodnight kiss
The warmth of your skin
As I hold you against me
Is heaven found
In a verse I dedicate to you
It is you name
Which precedes, I love you
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Wrap My Words Around You
Is it fair to write a song to a woman
Is it fair play to try to win her heart
Is it right to bring her sonnets in the morning-time
To express the first few longings when they start
To express the first few longings when they start
Is it right to let her feeling rise to catch you
Is it ok when her heart begins to fall
Would you blame me if I wrap my words around you girl
Would I wrong you to say anything at all
Would I wrong you to say anything at all
But if I wrap my words around you
Wrap my words around you
If i wrap my words around you
Would you stay, would you stay, would you
Wrap my words around you
Wrap my words around you
If i wrap my words around you
Would you stay, would it play with your heart
Am I a hunter if i send poems to please you
Am I a cad if I mean everything I say
Should I even let you know this song's about you girl
Just because I want to see you smile today
And my words may bind you to me much too tightly
And you may choke upon them if we fall apart
It's not fair to write a song to a woman, no
Because a woman takes a song into her heart
Because a woman takes a song into her heart
So let me wrap my words around you
Wrap my words around you
Wrap my words around you
Till you stay, till you stay, let me
Wrap my words around you
Wrap my words around you
Darling, wrap my words around you
Til you stay, would it play with your heart
song performed by by Daniel Bedingfield
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Warp My Words Around You
Is it fair to write a song to a woman
Is it fair to play to try to win her heart
Is it right to bring her sonnets in the morning-time
To express the first few longings when they start
To express the first few longings when they start
Is it right to let her feelings rise to catch you
Is it ok when her heart begins to fall
Would you blame me if I wrap my words around you girl
Would I wrong you to say anything at all
Would I wrong you to say anything at all
But if I wrap my words around you
Wrap my words around you
If I wrap my words around you
Would you stay, would you stay, would you
Wrap my words around you
Wrap my words around you
If I wrap my words around you
Would you stay, would it play with your heart
Am I a hunter if I send poems to please you
Am I a cad if I mean everything I say
Should I even let you know this songs about you girl
Just because I want to see you smile today
And my words may bind you to me much too tightly
And you may choke upon them if we fall apart
Its not fair to write a song to a woman, no
Because a woman takes a song into her heart
Because a woman takes a song into her heart
So let me wrap my words around you
Wrap my words around you
Wrap my words around you
Till you stay, till you stay, let me
Wrap my words around you
Wrap my words around you
Darling, wrap my words around you
Till you stay, would it play with your heart
song performed by by Daniel Bedingfield
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You'll Reach The Peak Of That Literary Hill
Who is to say which poetry is best?
How can it possibly be defined?
Which type is superior when put to the test?
All variations are surely entwined.
Strong words written stand the test of time,
Whether in poetry or in a good song,
Some will just flow whereas others will rhyme,
That doesn't mean either is wrong.
You may hate the words or the rhythm of a tune,
The content will still make you think,
Is the writer a genius or perhaps a buffoon?
With either there's always a link.
Some tell a story just like a book,
The written word can play games with your heart,
When you read one line common sense is forsook,
From that poem you don't want to depart.
It will get you talking that much is true,
You'll condemn it or proclaim it is great,
In some cases the reader may well want to sue,
You can guarantee it will open up a debate.
Who are any of us to judge each other?
Yet critics have the power to destroy,
Freedom of speech is what they smother,
Slagging off others they seem to enjoy.
Constructive critique can improve what is written,
Regardless of it being good or bad,
But senseless censure can leave one bitten,
It can even drive some people mad.
If you want to depart from the madness of life,
Then writing can be a great tool,
It can lift you up and rid you of strife,
Enjoying what you create is the rule.
Some of the time you can please them all,
There'll be those you never will,
As long as when writing you're having a ball,
‘' You'll Reach The Peak Of That Literary Hill ‘'
Affair Of The Heart
Heart in my mouth; pulse in my head
Mercury rising into the red
The smell of your skin can light up all the fires in me
Hungry to touch, Im eager to please
Out of control and I hand you the keys
Every night I am burning to make love to you
But dont try to tell me you think its all physical
It goes much deeper than that
You ought to know its an affair of the heart
Its an affair of the heart
Its an affair of the heart
Have a little blind faith, believe
Its an affair of the heart
When we make love, its a passionate thing
You shudder and shake, sink your teeth in my skin
I almost believe you were made to be played by my hands
And you got the power; it amazes me still
How you play my emotions with consummate skill
I dont have to look any further than into your eyes
So dont try to tell me you think its just physical
It goes way deeper than that
You better know its an affair of the heart
Its an affair of the heart
Its an affair of the heart
Have a little blind faith, believe
Its an affair of the heart
Im the controller and I want to touch you and seize you
And make you mine hey, hey
Dont try to tell me you think its all physical
It goes much deeper than that
You ought to know its an affair of the heart
Its an affair of the heart
You better know its an affair of the heart
Its an affair of the heart
You better know its an affair of the heart
Have a little blind faith, believe
Its an affair of the heart
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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In Pursuit of a Poetry Prize
I’m constructing a poem in a strategic new way.
So they won’t comprehend what I’m trying to say.
For a poetry contest with a fabulous prize,
I studied what seems to attract judges’ eyes.
I was reading the ones recognized in the past,
seeking form and design for the words I will cast,
when I noticed a pattern, a key to their prose,
illogical thoughts in unorganized rows.
The first verse confuses, that’s part of the game.
The second verse vague, just more of the same.
Like, “In the beginning the ending was near, ”
or, “We basked in an ardent recollection of fear.”
They conclude with some incomprehensible phrase,
like, “The prolific embrace of our foregone days.”
Ideas aren't finished in these literary events,
and it seems they avoid any words that make sense.
When they don’t understand, it becomes a deep thought.
In depth they will ponder what meaning was sought.
They'll scoff if you've written a limerick or rhyme,
then cast it aside as a waste of their time.
I'll likely be banned, or be forced to concede,
but I'm sharing the secret it takes to succeed;
Don't stress over structure or fret about flow,
use thoughts you don’t have and words you don’t know.
poem by Kevin Pace
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John Masefield Was More
John Masefield was more than a man of rhyme
Perhaps the greatest poet of his time
At least that's how I feel about him anyway
Though some may not agree with what I say.
John Masefield he penned many a verse play
And even his longer poems enjoyed and read today
The Everlasting Mercy and The Widow in the Bye Street
As narrative masterpieces would be hard to beat.
John Masefield literary works will live forever more
His fame has spread far beyond England's shore
He was a master of the wordsmith trade
'Tis true that poets are born and not made.
John Masefield was more than a literary man of note
He was indeed a very brilliant poet
A high standard of writing into old age he did attain
And will we ever see his likes again?
poem by Francis Duggan
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Dance Dance Dance
After six hours of school I've had enough for the day
I hit the radio dial and turn it up all the way
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
When I feel put down I try to shake it off quick
With my guy by my side the radio does the trick
I wanna dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
At a weekend dance we like to show up late
I play it cool when it's slow and jump it when it's fast
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
song performed by by Wilson Phillips
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To those who dance the night away
Beneath the sordid streets,
the beat streaks from below.
Deep down underground,
Camden underworld
is heaving.
I am right in believing,
that poets don't dance.
From the side,
Eyes wide,
Observing those who dance
the night away,
whilst I play word games,
and only dance with the
words in my head.
with feet like lead.
I envy you, who can Dance,
and drink, and move
like monkeys.
There is no fun,
in poetry.
There in no sun,
in misery.
All your smiles,
sadden me,
for you are free,
to dance the night away.
poem by Not Long Left
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