This week we will depart from routine and pay heed to those who choose NOT to celebrate rhyme. We will give you a break and give sway to the Anti-Rhyme. We have Anti-Heroes, Anti-freeze, Anti-acid, Anti-Oxidants, some speak of the Anti-Christ. There is an antithesis, Auntie Mame (had to throw that in) and twice a year (one coming up soon) a Two-for-Tuesday call to the Anti-Love poem. So, if you are against using rhyme, write your anti-rhyme poem. Anything that you are against is fair game. Against the Designated Hitter in baseball, give it a whirl. Anti-Reality TV, that works as well. Break the mold this week, and rail against your anti-whatever. But, there is no need for rhyme in your poems (unless you truly are driven by it!) We will get an early jump on April Poetry Month next week. I will assemble a calendar featuring a different form each day. Try to use it in at least one of your efforts in whichever P.A.D. Challenge you undertake.
“Anti-free versus anti-rhyme”
There’s no rhyme I cannot defy—
soft or perfect or internal eye.
Why fancy anti or give in to ridicule?
Is this one crackerjack? Is that one zero cool?
Is that one the cat’s pajamas and this one a jewel?
A frosty hello? A gentle goodbye?
Each is a rebel against the other?
Rhyme is sublime (but confined inside my mind.)
Free is a little unschooled—an anti-lover, an anti-rule.
But it’s not this verses that.
It’s not fantasy verses fact.
THAT is the talk of a poetic fool.
(It’s mysterious that BOTH are legal and cool.)
A gold mine sits on a three-legged stool—
Rhyme verses Free versus Anti/Anti equals
couplets and quatrains and sequels
of verse. (That may sound just a tad terse.)
But, it’s a cognitive conundrum—
a negative times a negative somehow equals a positive.
And still the primitive poem that lives in us is birthed.
And we, in spite of what we believe—rhyme or free,
are still poets.
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bingo! I dig your lingo;-)
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Well said. Kudos
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Your last lines are a powerful summation! Beautifully gathered!
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I love this,. and the title broke me up.
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Outside Lines and Boxes
Categories and labels annoy me.
My thinking is not always
the same, my writing varies;
I am not this sort
or that, I am me. Religion,
age groups, sexual preferences,
tastes, and moods are not
little boxes neatly labeled
and displayed on a shelf.
Labeling is tantamount
to prejudice, and prejudice
is unacceptable.
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Profoundly true.
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Truly!
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Well said! Love this, Sara.
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Thanks, Hannah!
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Bingo!
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Contraction Ban
My husband says
I am getting smartified,
going to college,
but more like mystified,
because I cannot use contractions,
which is just plain silly.
Just think of how many unnecessary
words I will use because
I will not be able to use contractions.
When I am done with college
you will see that
I will use contractions.
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lol!! I’m going to think of this poem the next time my finger pauses in that contraction quandary:)
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I am getting smartified… love that. Thank goodness for contraction or, as a southern girl, I’d never be able to talk.
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And I’ll cheer!
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Big smiles here.
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The Riming of Rhyme
I think that I shall never see
a poem as lovely as a tree
I recited at no more than three
And there the shame began for me
For I was not greeted with any glee
Oh no, rather they hinted patronizingly
That rhyme in real poems was not to be
But what to do with the rhymes – oh gee
They sing to me still – oh so Seussily
I pause the rhyming -for I shall never see
again, that poem as lovely as a tree
Although the songs sing on, sing on in me…
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Pearl, you said that beautifully.
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Love your closing, Pearl.
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Spot on!
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Tee Hee!!!
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Love your riming of rhyme, Pearl.
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Really busy week, so I’m throwing this one in from a few years back. Hopefully I’ll get a new on in later.
Rhyme Break
For quite some time
I wrote in rhyme
I thought it necessary
And then one day
Someone said, “Hey,
Don’t be so ordinary.
It’s like romance
Just take a chance
And write straight from the heart.”
It was my time
To break from rhyme
Get off the sound-alike cart
So I broke the rhyming curse
For better or for worse
I took the leap of faith
And escaped the rhyming race
Now I’m free
To be me
I can be what I want to be
I can rhyme if I wish
Or not
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Love it… color in or out of the lines, but color.
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For me, there’s a nice tongue-in-cheek quality to this piece. Great fun.
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AN OPINION
No chimes
can be chiming
nor poems be charming
when verses fade into rhymeless
rhyming.
EH, WOT?
Better
to break the mould
of sounds that sound the same
than suffer the shame of mouldy
old rhymes.
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“mouldy old rhymes”… yes!
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Love the visual of a ‘moldy old rhyme’ furry and green…too used words growing mold!! Great one, William!
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“rhymeless rhyming. EH, WOT?” HaHa!!! Thanks for the chuckle!
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Poetically clever, William. Thanks for the smile!
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ANTIPHON
I’m anti anti-anything:
proscribing rhyme would be a sin.
to rhyme for me (so long as it’s subtle)
is like breathing, perfectly natural.
Anti-rhyme goes against the grain:
I’m anti hard rhyme with sing-song metre –
doggerel is a blot on the poetic landscape –
acceptable in nursery songs
but out of place in lyric poetry.
The only anti that I’m pro
is anti-dote, to poison.
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Love your ending – wonderful
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Just like breathing indeed, Viv. 🙂
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Well, I’ll be dogged. I love the gentleness of this.
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Love the spiirit of this, Viv.
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My Reasoning… 3.25 s
If I were to be anti anything…it might be stupidity
especially in relationship to the telephone seller
the “telemarketer”
There is no love loss
between me and what they proclaim
to be the next best thing since sliced bread
Be it home security; ‘free now if you put
our sign in your yard’, miracle face cream,
a new low rate for electricity or my credit card.
I’ve got caller ID, so I can see, that if I don’t know the number
I don’t have to ‘pick up’ – Most often a robo message isn’t even left…
darned if I’m going to wait for a ‘snake oil’ rep
I’ll rhyme when I want, when it comes naturally.
But as for old metered measures,
I ‘takes’ little pleasures in avoiding them at all costs.
©JP/dh
can also be found here:
My Reasoning…
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A loud AMEN!
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I might take a bit of measured exception, but I enjoyed this poem hugely.
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(When I don’t have to rhyme I rhyme, go figure.)
Drives Me Buggy
What raises my hackles
makes me see red
causes my blood pressure
to go to my head?
I’m anti-laziness
anti-discourtesy,
replace your buggy,
I ask you earnestly.
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Ha!! Love this and I, too, rhyme even when I’m not trying. See… 😉
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There are bugs in the anti-rhyme system, it appears.
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Funny how that happens!
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Enjoyed reading this one aloud!
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Unrhymed
By: Nurit Israeli
Today, I set my words free.
I don’t assemble them to
sound good together,
alliterate, interlace,
not even softly rhyme.
I don’t arrange them,
like soldiers,
in aligned rows
of an encoded order.
Today, I set my words free,
liberate them from rules that hinder.
See? I let my words
flow,
swing,
bounce,
dance,
rise
and fall
off all confining hooks.
Yes, today, I give birth
to rows that
pour out
unconstrained,
and I enjoy
the misfits,
the mismatched stanzas,
the shapeless forms.
Let me, I tell myself,
make allowances
for dissonance.
Let me find beauty
in the ill-fitting parts
of a flawed whole.
Let roaming lines
delight me with their
unruly free verse.
After all,
my life roams without rhyme
(most of the time).
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I just love this…the movement and dance…freedom! Beautiful.
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That’s how I felt it too: music.
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When posting, the “free roaming” of the words and lines on the page, as originally written, disappeared. The site “forced” them to appear orderly. C’est la vie…
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However, it is a beautiful poem that flows with no need for rhyme.
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Thanks Hannah, William, and georgeplace! I truly enjoy experimenting with new ways of writing (and being…) Sorry I couldn’t post this one with the words dancing, the lines defying order…
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I guess I’m more attached to rhyme than I realized – it’s hard not to rhyme! 🙂
Thank you, Walt for the poetic nudge that brought me to my focus for this week’s poem.
Anti-Gravity
Send me to sing with stars
singe my name in tail of comet
don’t hold me captive with clouds
spill me to the great space beyond
stitch my last words to constellation –
let the gravity of them settle to dust
a little bit of glitter for Milky Way glow,
Universe’s beauty that I could never unknow.
Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2015
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This captivated me from the first line. This idea of singing with stars, the music of the spheres, is so awe-inspiring. I’m picturing the aurora borealis as I read it.
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Oh…such a pretty comment, “music of the spheres,” William…thank you so much!
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“let the gravity of them settle to dust
a little bit of glitter for Milky Way glow,”
What a pretty ribbon of words!
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Thank you so much!!
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Love this, Hannah! “spill me to the great space beyond…” — love the spirit of this poem, the metaphors, the gentle quality of the words.
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Thank you, this poem felt right to me…they don’t all and sometimes far between when they do so your words confirm my heart…I appreciate you. 🙂
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The Breath of Rhyme
What can I say–
The rhythm in the waves
just rhymes and chimes
drumming at rotes
that were stuck in my throat.
Thoughts of my heart
just ebb and flow
throbbing slow
dig deep and seep
syllables that pound
into my skin
and follow a path
the one more travelled
with my own impart.
Breath exhales
just rhyme inhales
for no reason
in all kinds of seasons.
I’ve a lot to learn
about words that feel
and this ‘Phoenix’ grace
is a perfect place
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