My Writing Process
No rhyme, no rhythm, no reason;
No song for a special season;
No cause against which to rage;
Just wandering words down the page.
Unsteady hand on uneven line,
Tired body gives way to dull mind.
Insane irony of this process
Where much gives way to far less;
Where inspiration only conspires,
Ventures out during forgetful fires,
To leave me scavenging in cinders
Of would-be masterpieces and wonders.
poem by Roshni D'Souza
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Will The Words Come Back?
Words slip off our pen
like warm butter off a knife.
They fall in unison across the page
with everything we write.
Then one day the words don’t flow
in unison like they used to before.
They have no rhythm within them
and just become no more than words.
We look at what we’ve written
and there is no bounce in them.
The words become no more than words
once written by a creative hand.
There is no meaning in what they say
they have no heart anymore.
They are just words written on a page
with no rhyme or reason for them being there.
Some call it a writer’s block;
others call it stagnation of the mind.
The creative juices fall away to nothing,
no spark to be kindled,
no emotions to be released,
no protests to be made,
no stories to be assembled
like a jigsaw in your mind.
Just an empty pen with words
that don’t make sense anymore.
Struggles without feeling,
ideas leading nowhere
on a spiralling downward turn.
You are no longer a writer,
your creativity is gone
and the only question you have,
will the words come came back?
13 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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I Promise, I Promise
I promise, I promise
My soul intentions are good
But I'm getting the feeling
I'm being misunderstood
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Like its the new fashion
Rhyme is more than words
They're a passion
Most times, I'm left to wonder
Like the 'Wonder' bread
'Maybe I'm doing the wrong thing..'
'You're my inspiration, ' she said
I'm no inspiration
I am no reward
My words are talk, it's cheap
And it's all I can afford
I'm no inspiration
I'll leave that to Lance
Defeated 3 kinds of cancer
Then won 'Le Tour de France'
I promise, I promise
I can never be that
Never say can't
So i can never be that
'But you're different, you are'
'You don't see that far,
That or you're blind'
Maybe I'm just losing my mind
Mind wishes I can 9 lives
8 would be in the clouds
But I'll have to keep one
And just say, 'I'm proud'
'I searched, I found them'
'What? My words? My talk? '
Well heres another one
No glory, just a gun
I promise, I promise
I live for frustration
Keep giving me my doubt
So I have my inspiration
poem by Jared Bradford
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A Poem Does Not Have to Rhyme
There are those who think in order for a poem to have rhythm it must rhyme, but a poem does not have to rhyme to have rhythm.
The rhythm comes for the poet’s soul not the rhyming of words.
The rhythm is in emotions that the poet’s poem evokes.
From a soulful cry to feeling of love and from the passion of hate to the awakening of understanding this is the beat, the rhythm of a poem. Now don’t get me wrong if a poem rhyme and has soul it is cool too, but I just wanted everyone to know that a poem does not have to rhyme.
Discovering Shakespeare
‘From you have I been absent in the spring.’
The words of Shakespeare have a truly lovely ring,
But, when I was younger, by his words, I was bored,
And his words, written on a page, by me, were ignored.
Now I’m older, I can see that his famous words,
Are actually among the loveliest I’ve ever heard.
Until recently, I couldn’t recite a Shakespeare speech,
But, slowly, line by line, myself, I did teach.
Of his work, I love the rhythm and rhyme,
As it makes it much easier to learn each line.
Being able to recite a short speech, I felt proud,
As I had never performed any of his work aloud.
I was really amazed at what I’d been able to achieve,
And now, from my mind, his words will never leave.
When I feel low, in my mind, his words I recall -
They lift my mood, just as I am about to fall.
I didn’t understand any of his stories before,
But with each day that passes, I’m learning more.
I now understand about the characters and the plots.
Over the last few months, I really have learnt a lot.
Helena from ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream, ’
Is very like me in character, or so it seems:
She’s sensitive and cautious and likes to think things through,
And that description can pretty much be applied to me to!
Prior to my Shakespeare Bronze exam, I was full of fear,
But it proved to be one of the highlights of my entire year.
It’s been one of the best experiences of my life to date,
And to take my Shakespeare Silver exam, I just can’t wait.
If only Shakespeare was alive today, he would see
Just how much sheer joy he has managed to bring me.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Slave To The Rhythm
Work all day, as men who know,
Wheels must turn to keep, to keep the flow,
Build on up, dont break the chain,
Sparks will fly, when the whistle blows,
Never stop the action,
Keep it up, keep it up,
Work to the rhythm,
Live to the rhythm,
Love to the rhythm,
Slave to the rhythm,
Axe to wood, in ancient time,
Man machine, power line,
Fires burn, heart beats strong,
Sing out loud, the chain gang song,
Never stop the action,
Keep it up, keep it up,
Breath to the rhythm,
Dance to the rhythm,
Work to the rhythm,
Live to the rhythm,
Love to the rhythm,
Slave to the rhythm.
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Gone Is Inspiration
A thought!
A blurry thought in my head
and my pen is full of ink
I am dry,
I am sore
I can't channel my soul
before the words of my heart
would seep right through my
fingers
and possess my pen
but now I am blank
I am dry,
I am empty again
I hate the times when
my mind is still
and still I cannot channel
the artistry in me
the flame of inspiration
has died out
I am cold
I am stuck
my brain is paused
why is this so?
Pages beg
to be written on
keys plead for me to type
stories linger within
waiting for me
to give them life
but i cannot
I am frozen
and so are my words
so is the rhythm
the rhyme
the floetry
of my poetry
has flown off into
the sky
and with the birds
go my words
And I am here,
I am dry
Gone is inspiration!
poem by Upile Chisala
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Love 'em Or Leave 'em
Blowing'cross the universe
Like a shooting star that lost its way
Looking back with no regrets
Living tor what hasn't happened yet
Love 'em or leave 'em
No rhyme or reason
Break out to make out
No change in the season
Love 'em or leave 'em
Put out or get out
Simple survival
No more denial
Love 'em or leave 'em
Roller coaster flies oft the track
Hits you in the face, stabs you in the back
They Jake your right, leave nothing left
Steal you blind, your mind and leave you deaf
Love 'em or leave 'em
No rhyme or reason
State of the nation
Pure intoxication
Feel the vibration
The anticipation
Simple survival
No more denial
Dont wanna waste no time
I'm never losing track
I've seen il all and so much more
But I ain't seen nothing yet
Love 'em or leave 'em
No rhyme or reason
State of the nation
Pure intoxication
Feel the vibration
The anticipation
Simple survival
No more denial
Love 'em or leave 'em
song performed by by Scorpions
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You ask me to leave (Pantoum poetry)
The “pantun” is a Malaysian poetic form that was introduced to the West by French novelist, essayist, and poet, Victor Hugo (1802-1885) , hence the French spelling, “pantoum.” Westerners have taken creative liberties with the Malaysian form, which tends to follow a standard rhyme form of ABAB, where multiple, rather than single subjects, are introduced. While pantoums can have unlimited stanzas, you might want to begin with a 3-stanza poem until you get the hang of it:
Stanza 1: Line 1/Line 2/Line 3/Line 4
Stanza 2: Line 5 (repeat of line 2 in stanza 1) /Line 6 (new line) /Line 7 (repeat of line 4 in stanza 1) /
Line 8 (new line)
Stanza 3/Last Stanza (This is the format for the last stanza regardless of how many preceding stanzas exist) : Line 9 (line 2 of the previous stanza) /Line 10 (line 3 of the first stanza) /Line 11 (line 4 of the previous stanza) /Line 12 (line 1 of the first stanza)
And you ask me to leave all behind
Now when our moment in time is done
Going nowhere with nothing in mind
'Cause you're my world and my special one
Now when our moment in time is done
I love you like there's no end in sight
'Cause you're my world and my special one
You're still on my mind all day and night.
I love you like there's no end in sight
You're inside me filling my soul's space
You're still on my mind all day and night.
I feel still cuddled in your embrace
You're inside me filling my soul's space
Going nowhere with nothing in mind
I feel still cuddled in your embrace
And you ask me to leave it all behind
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Blank Page
Blank page was all the rage
Never meant to say anything
In bed I was half-dead
Tired of dreaming of rest
Got dressed above the state line
Looking for you at the five and dime
Stop sign told me to stay at home
Told me you were not alone
Blank page was all the rage
Never meant to hurt anyone
In bed I was half-dead
Tired of dreaming of rest
You haven't changed
You're still the same
May you rise as you fall
You were easy
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins from Adore
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Love Is
(kate mccarrigle/anna mccarrigle/jane mccarrigle)
Love is a shiny car
Love is a steel guitar
Love is a battle scar
Love is a morning song
Love is a twelve-bar blues
Love is your blue suede shoes
Love is a heart abused
Love is a mind confused
And love is the pleasures Im told
And for some love is still a band of gold
My love has no reason, has no rhyme
My love cross the double line
Love is a mine of gold
Love is a man to hold
Love is a drowning soul
Love is its own reward
And love is the pleasures Im told
And for some love is still a band of gold
My love has no reason, has no rhyme
My love cross the double line
And love is the pleasures Im told
And for some love is still a band of gold
My love has no reason, has no rhyme
My love cross the double line
Oh, my love cross the double line
Oh, my love cross the double line
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Searching for inspiration
I want to write the perfect poem
Or novel, tale or anthem
Don’t know where to start
Nor how to go about that
So I asked a wise man and he said
‘Don’t start writing till you get inspired’
I looked around for inspiration
In wine, woman and song
All three together is heady
And I went to sleep unsteady
I woke up with a splitting headache
And inspiration was far away
Then I went to my wise friend
He said ‘it’s not the end.’
‘Keep looking for inspiration
You’ll find aplenty in nature’
So I went searching to the mountains
And valleys, lakes and ocean
Till I got tired of searching
And went to sleep deadbeat
Somehow I couldn’t find inspiration
In all my journeys and travails
My wise friend saw my despair
And told me not to worry
“Listen to the sound of traffic
Inhale some putrid air”
“Listen to the hum of mosquitoes
And take in the city smells”
“When you’re back in your natural habitat
Inspiration will find you there”
Six Words Long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
Couldn't think of any lyrics
No i never wrote the lyrics
So i'll just sing any old lyrics
That come to mind, child
You really need words
Whole lotta rhyming words
You gotta rhyme so many words, mm-mm
To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it
To do it, to do it right, child
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
I know that you're probably sore
'cause i didn't write any more
I just didn't get to complete it
So that's why i gotta repeat it
This song is just six words long (six words long)
This song is just six words long (six words long)
Oh i make a lotta money
They pay me a ton of money
They're payin' me plenty of money
To sing this song, child
I gotta fill time
Three minutes worth of time
Oh, how will i fill so much time, mm-mm
I'll throw in a solo, a solo, a solo
A solo, a solo here
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song's got nothin' to say
But i'm recording it anyway
I know if i put my mind to it
I know i could find a good rhyme here
Oh, you gotta have-a music
You need really catchy music
This song has got plenty of music
But just six words, child
And so i'll sing' em over
And over and over and over
And over and over and over, mm-mm
And over and over and over
And over and over and over again
Six words long, six words long
Six words long, six words long
Six words long, six words long
This song is just six words long
It's just six words long
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Cant Go On
(coverdale/vandenberg)
Ive been feeling sentimental,
In a melancholy way,
Blues siting on my shoulder,
Getting heavier every day...
Staring into space,
One thing on my mind,
Ive been trying to drown
The thought of you
By drinking too much wine...
Then my imagination
Starts running wild,
I snap my fingers
And youre there by my side...
Cant go on without your love,
Theres no song without your love...
Aint no reason, aint no rhyme,
Without your love
Ill go out of my mind...
Been getting too lazy,
Letting myself go,
Feeling like a refugee
No one cares for anymore...
Endless lonely days,
I just try to get through,
And theres no escape,
Even when I sleep,
cause all I dream is you...
Then my imagination
Gets the better of me,
cause youre everywhere I go,
In everything I see...
I cant go on without you love,
Theres no song without your love...
There aint no reason, there aint no rhyme,
Without your love
Ill go out of my mind...
You make me dance,
You make me sing,
When Im with you
I can do anything...
When Im cold,
You keep me warm.
And give me shelter
From the howling storm...
There aint no reason, there aint no rhyme,
Without your love
Ill go out of my mind...
Cant go on without your love,
Theres no song without your love...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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A Blank Page Blues
I know we have all done it,
sat in front of a pristine white sheet of paper
and got ready to write something down,
and then we are confronted
with the blank page blues.
The words of inspiration
then scurry and hide away.
You are left with pen in hand,
scratching your head
wondering what to say.
There is no cure for this syndrome;
writers get it all the time.
Some call it a writer’s block,
when nothing comes into your head.
You sit in front of a blank page.
You know what you want to write,
then someone disturbs you
and the words disappear out of sight.
How many times have we had that?
We sit down to write our masterpiece
and the telephone rings,
or someone shouts your dinner is getting cold.
You feel like screaming,
but you take it on the chin.
You lay down your pen,
answer the phone or have your dinner,
and when you come back,
the blank page confronts you.
Still you cannot write anything on it.
You stare at it for hours,
until finally you get tired
and journey off to bed.
Hoping and hoping tomorrow
a little peace, it will bring
and your words on that blank page
will really begin to sing.
10 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Writer's Drought
You've heard of a thing called writer's block and you've heard of writer's drought
But writers are never short of things on which they can write about
It's just at times their inspiration well does seem to run dry
And they cannot seem to pen a line though hard enough they try.
The writers drought it causes writers moments of self doubt
Till the words that seem locked in them eventually flow out
Through their pens to their notebooks their dry spells do not last
And on time lost out on penning words they seem to catch up fast.
Some writers in their writing drought cannot seem to feel inspired
To write even a single line they feel mentally tired
But when fresh inspiration comes to them much better stuff they do write
And feeling re-invigorated they sit and pen all night.
Most writers you will talk to of writers drought can tell
When there is no inspiration in their inspiration well
But when inspiration returns to them and their creative juices flow
They become much better writers and in self confidence grow.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I'm So Tired
i'm so tired (lennon/mccartney)
I'm so tired, i haven't slept a wink
I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink
I wonder should i get up and fix myself a drink
No,no,no.
I'm so tired i don't know what to do
I'm so tired my mind is set on you
I wonder should i call you but i know what you'd do
You'd say i'm putting you on
But it's no joke, it's doing me harm
You know i can't sleep, i can't stop my brain
You know it's three weeks, i'm going insane
You know i'd give you everything i've got
For a little peace of mind
I'm so tired, i'm feeling so upset
Although i'm so tired i'll have another cigarette
And curse sir walter raleigh
He was such a stupid git.
song performed by by Beatles
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I Am Tired Of The Rhyme I Am Tired Of The Rhyme
i am tired of the rhyme
and rhyme just to rhyme with you
at the expense of my thoughts
at the loss of my spirit
at the defeat of my spontaneity
my streams flowing and stopping looking for the proper word that sounds
like the previous word
until i am drowned by the rage and upsurge of my emotions
just let me be myself
let me flow like a river without the banks restraining me
in the canalization of my dreams
i will be nothing
but a line
parallel
to yours and they do not really look and sound right
i am afraid to say i am sorry
i will not be beautiful with you
i will be beautiful alone so alone in my own solitude.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Realizing the inspiration.
Inspiration,
It helps us to learn,
It determines the reason,
Why we made that turn?
Inspiration,
It comes from inspire,
It's what you need when you are tired.
Inspiration,
It's something you watch someone
do,
Then you look at yourself,
Realizing, that you can do it too!
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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i am tired of the rhyme
and rhyme just to rhyme with you
at the expense of my thoughts
at the loss of my spirit
at the defeat of my spontaniety
my streams flowing and stopping looking for the proper word that sounds
like the previous word
until i am drowned by the rage and upsurge of my emotions
just let me be myself
let me flow like a river without the banks restraining me
in the canalization of my dreams
i will be nothing
but a line
parallel
to yours and they do not really look and sound right
i am afraid to say i am sorry
i will not be beautiful with you
i will be beautiful alone so alone in my own peaceful solitude.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Body Of Water
Show me a sign that I love you
Blow me your mind cause you always do
Remind me to tell you that I've come to
Believe in the beauty, the power of you
Woman dissolved into the sea
The body of water is calling me
The god of my daughter is always free
There's nothing to solve when you're solving me
Ooh ooh ooh, I'm in your company
Ooh ooh ooh, body that's calling me
Ooh ooh ooh, I'm in your company
Throw me a line I could use one
A special design because I'm your son
Two thousand below where I feel my love
The body of water where I come from
Ooh ooh ooh, I'm in your company
Ooh ooh ooh, body that's calling me
Ooh ooh ooh, I'm in your company
I'm dreaming, got a reason to steal
Fire from the other side out there
Formations flow like streams
I'm made with a life to spare
Get the jizz, Mr. Sism got a rhythm
Technology of a prayer
Scientist to the prism of faith
And hope so I am there
Baby I'm home, you can come here
The science of love is becoming clear
Invisible love with the color still
A meet to a place in the atmosphere
And I may believe
Ooh ooh ooh, I'm in your company
Ooh ooh ooh, body that's calling me
Ooh ooh ooh, I'm in your company
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers
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