And now he is singing a bard’s curse upon you, O brother abbot, and upon your father and your mother, and your grandfather and your grandmother, nd upon all your relations.’Is he cursing in rhyme?’He...

You ask me why I don’t speakNot a word at willBut write so much worth well over a mill’Well I value words like I value kissesA sober one, a closer one penetrates the heartDarling it’s...

Before reaching Grassy Butte, though, Dad spied a farmhouse with two pumps in the drive and a red-and-white sign out front saying DALE’S OIL COMPANY. Another sign said CLOSED, but a light was on in...

Oh I know it’s cliché but yeah they say that great men make it in-To places few others who even do take the risk’ve ever been

It is not until you rhyme with a person that makes you their perfect match, it is when you are satisfied with each others peculiarities, and find jewels in their loopholes.

The trouble with poetry is it’s often written to the sound of a drum only the poet may hear; nonetheless, blessed are those poets who always manage to find unshakeable pleasure in their own works.

Auden is an accomplished rhymer and Shakespeare is not.

Is the phrase ‘pay’ or ‘play the piper’I inquire, why’Cause I admire a desire to flip the switchYeah make a way to face the music likeLife savings for a mosh pit riotListen to a mixRock...

Witches, he thought. Always rhyming.

Happiness will be abundant in your life when there is love, beauty, rhythm, and rhyme.

And perhaps,frozen somewhere with time,Our words will never cease to rhyme

Before he got too far, he thought he smelled a fire.No sooner did he blink before he sensed something dire.He heard a sound and froze, danger tickling his nose.His ears perked up as tiny cries...

One, two, three / Buckle my shoe.

Champagne morning, sleepless grin, setting off and settling in. Today feels good.

Kat held her head high as she met the King’s eye.Her stare was bold, yet sweet, and it would not die.Gansevort looked down into these dark, green pools.And soon his tone softened as he bought...

Seven half-bloods shall answer the callTo storm or fire the world must fallAn oath to keep with a final breathand foes bear arms to the doors of death

One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, four for a birth, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret that’s never been told. ~ Simon

A good poem has rhyming but no ending, it continues to rhyme in our heart.

Princess, princess, youngest daughter,Open up and let me in!Or else your promise by the waterIsn’t worth a rusty pin.Keep your promise, royal daughter,Open up and let me in!

One little Indian left all alone, he went out and hanged himself and then there were none.

Every little or big problem has a reason,Every year there is a winter season,Every trouble goes away with time,After winter spring comes with rhyme.

I, Larry Vail, do hereby confessTo murdering Merry in her little dress.To strangling and raping and making a mess.To all of these charges the answer is yes.

You know, my dear, it’s only doing you harm to write vers libre. After you have been writing strict, rhyming verse for about 10 years it will be time to venture on the free sort....

I box in yellow Gox box socks.

My heart’s made of goldMy soul is pure steelLoved ones shall riseEnemies will kneelI soothe with water, attack with fireFor I am the master of my own empire.

If I knew what to doI’d do more than write a song for you

Once in awhile you have a thought, and you rhyme it.