The Naked Party Thread

[Handley_Page]

Good Morning all.
The Fire's lit and sorted, coffee's on and the doughnuts on order.

Frost overnight but the sun's real bright at present.

And now, if you will excuse me, I've an appointment with a coffee and a comfy chair.

 

[Handley_Page]

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[SweetWitch]

Let's get this party started!

 

[TxRad]

Let's get this party started!

Table for one by the fireplace!

 

[SweetWitch]

Table for one by the fireplace!

Sitting alone, tonight? Why not join me by the water fall?

 

[TxRad]

Sitting alone, tonight? Why not join me by the water fall?

I'm bouncing back and forth between here and my Earth Day story, which is slowly turning into a book.

 

[SweetWitch]

I'm bouncing back and forth between here and my Earth Day story, which is slowly turning into a book.

Me too. I have a murder mystery that's quickly turning into a psycho thriller.

 

[The_Fool]

I'm bouncing back and forth between here and my Earth Day story, which is slowly turning into a book.

Me too. I have a murder mystery that's quickly turning into a psycho thriller.

I'm jealous, I wanna write stories too. Dammit.

 

[TxRad]

I'm jealous, I wanna write stories too. Dammit.

And I'd love to be able to write poetry off the top of my head the way you do, so we're even.

 

[SweetWitch]

I'm jealous, I wanna write stories too. Dammit.

So do it.

And I'd love to be able to write poetry off the top of my head the way you do, so we're even.

Back in the day, all I ever wrote was poetry. Now I only write stories.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

I couldn't write a poem to save my neck, unless it was a ballad or something.

 

[TxRad]

Back in the day, all I ever wrote was poetry. Now I only write stories.

The only two poems I've ever written are both posted to Lit. Compare to Fool's stuff they are nothing but I can proudly say they both still have H"s. Why I don't know but they do.

 

[SweetWitch]

I couldn't write a poem to save my neck, unless it was a ballad or something.

Baby, you are poetry.

The only two poems I've ever written are both posted to Lit. Compare to Fool's stuff they are nothing but I can proudly say they both still have H"s. Why I don't know but they do.

My poems were very dark and foreboding. I think at one point, my mother was ready to have me see a shrink.

 

[TxRad]

Baby, you are poetry.



My poems were very dark and foreboding. I think at one point, my mother was ready to have me see a shrink.

One of my poems is called Dark and Lonely. What does that say.

I never met a shrink who didn't have to go see his shrink after talking to me.

 

[Handley_Page]

I never met a shrink who didn't have to go see his shrink after talking to me.

Join the Club, mate.

I think I'll have a Plum Brandy

 

[TxRad]

Join the Club, mate.

I think I'll have a Plum Brandy

I'm at work so I'm still sipping on the left over coffee.

 

[Handley_Page]

I'm at work so I'm still sipping on the left over coffee.

I'll put one by for you anyway.

 

[Tricialen]

And I'd love to be able to write poetry off the top of my head the way you do, so we're even.

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[Handley_Page]

OK folks.
Serious question. Why doesn't poetry have rhyme & metre any more ?

 

[SweetWitch]

OK folks.
Serious question. Why doesn't poetry have rhyme & metre any more ?

Um...laziness?

 

[Tricialen]

OK folks.
Serious question. Why doesn't poetry have rhyme & metre any more ?

You don't like my poem?

 

[SweetWitch]

You don't like my poem?

I think it's fabulous. Don't change a thing.

 

[Handley_Page]

You don't like my poem?

I didn't say that, my Lady. Poems like yours, particularly seen on this site, are very evocative (as intended, I guess).
I was just wondering, because there's a radio programme which has poems requested by listeners. As this is often at a time when I'm driving, I hear large bits of it. Most of it is rambling, arhythmic, unrhymed and is very different to the poems I read at school.

 

[Tricialen]

I think it's fabulous. Don't change a thing.

Thank you Molly.... I needed an angel

 

[voluptuary_manque]

Aw, c'mon HP, blank verse like Tricia's has a fine ancestry. Shakespeare wrote his earlier plays that way. It's deuced hard stuff to do and even harder to read aloud. That's why I said I'd be hard pressed to write anything but a ballad. Poetry began as song and I was a musician long before I ever tried to be a writer. (It will be a long time, if ever, before I get to be as good a writer as I am a musician). So rhythm and meter come naturally. Sonority in words without rhythm and rhyme are tough!