GAME: Rhyme Time
CREATOR: The Muse
OBJECTIVE: Interactive Fun
PLAYERS: Readers
RULES: The Muse begins the prose…the readers then add to the comment section (one, two, three or four lines) which “add” to the poem. Each reader should use the previous writer’s comments, to build upon the Rhyme.
The Muse or readers may add to the piece at any time.
EXAMPLE:
Muse writes “The sky is true blue.”
Reader 1 writes “Is it true or just the hue?”
Reader 2 writes “I can see it, why can’t you?”
Muse writes “Perhaps the sky is truly gray.”
Reader 3 writes “Gray? Oh not on this lovely day!”
LET’S PLAY
Why Oh Why
Encapsulated moments…
Not there by design…
But acquired in our lifetime…
Those cries, of “Why, oh why”.
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What is that photo?
Trapped inside a house of glass,
The leaves so longed to dance,
Out along a golden road,
Swirling at a glance…
But the witch;
The witch of ice;
Held them all in;
Her entrapped demise!
Please can we get back to the original?
Encapsulated monments
not there by design,
but acquired in our lifetime.
Those cries of ‘Why, oh, why …
did I not catch those falling leaves
as they were floating by?
Sorry, but I’m totally confused now! Guess I’ll try back later!
or watch the clouds in the sky,
I can not tell you why.
Encapsulated moments
Not there by design
But acquired in our lifetime
Those cries of “why, oh why.”
Trapped inside a house of glass
The leaves so longed to dance
Out along a golden road
Swirling at a glance…
But the witch;
The witch of ice;
Held them all in;
Her trapped demise.
Did I not catch those falling leaves
As they were floating by?
Or watch the clouds in the sky?
I cannot tell you why.
We live for moments still untold ..
We live for moments tinged with gold …
Hello My Muse!
So glad am I to find your blog for ning sites so many are beyond my bounds! Was going to play your little game but got confused which is my way. I hope this note finds you well, lets keep in touch, because you’re swell.
Well, it rhymes a little anyway!
Have a wonderful day!
Encapsulated moments
Not there by design
But acquired in our lifetime
Those cries of “why, oh why.”
Trapped inside a house of glass
The leaves so longed to dance
Out along a golden road
Swirling at a glance…
But the witch;
The witch of ice;
Held them all in;
Her trapped demise.
Did I not catch those falling leaves
As they were floating by?
Or watch the clouds in the sky?
I cannot tell you why.
We live for moments still untold ..
We live for moments tinged with gold …
Moments moments
tinged with GOLD
God give us strength
to behold
our lingering thoughts
that are untold~
Encapsulated moments
Not there by design
But acquired in our lifetime
Those cries of “why, oh why.”
Trapped inside a house of glass
The leaves so longed to dance
Out along a golden road
Swirling at a glance…
But the witch;
The witch of ice;
Held them all in;
Her trapped demise.
Did I not catch those falling leaves
As they were floating by?
Or watch the clouds in the sky?
I cannot tell you why.
We live for moments still untold ..
We live for moments tinged with gold …
Moments moments
tinged with GOLD
God give us strength
to behold
our lingering thoughts
that are untold~
untold but “why, oh why”
I hear those cries,
dry you tears and
go forth this day
Go forth and see the special One
Who holds your hand from sun to sun
Who cools the brow and carries the load
Go forth I say, on up the road!
For the answer will be told another day.
The truth will be told
to the young and the old.
What a thoroughly amazing and lovely collaboration …….
The old might be meek
but the young sure will speak
I guess I don’t know how to play, either, but enjoyed what others wrote! Very pretty!
When the leaves fall once again from the trees and the whispering wind blisters across their faces. Then all cries will fade into a new breath of life.
Thanks Musey(:)
I feel better now that you said
”Being an ADDER, is wonderful”
LOL …
Love this poem ,it really turned out nice didn’t it..
Love Liz’s addition here ..yeah Liz(:) A good way to end it~
hugs, Patty
wow…those are some wonderful additions…not adding…head hurting…just wanted to say hi!
The promise said when work tis done the son will come, now hand to land gothic toads revolting gray stumbling, tumbling thru winter’s cold!
Go forth and see the special One
Who holds your hand from sun to sun
Who cools the brow and carries the load
Go forth I say, on up the road!
Hi Miss Muse,
Thanks for visiting my blog. I just posted a new one with a tribute to Morgan’s Rose if you care to look, lol.
Thanks for the Rhyme Tyme Monday’s. It is so fascinating to see the poems twist and turn and morph into a living entity. I have found many interesting souls through this rhyming time.
Blessings,
Theresa @ Cottage Violets
Thank you for stopping by on my SITS day last week. I appreciated all the bloggy love! Sorry I’m so long in returning the favor!!!
I love the picture…fascinating!
Hey girlfriend!
Never have been good at poetry…but, everyone seems to be doing very well! I will just say “keep it up ladies…ya’ll are doing great!”….xo…deb
Let me add a twist..
Was she truly The witch of Ice?
Who planned an unjust demise?
Or a sweet soul lovely and nice..
Finding beauty in it’s dried, brown guise?…
Dear Muse, thanks for the tip..but as another Indian blogger friend attested, no matter how we set it, we gravitate towards the US time zone sooner or later!!!!
but who proclaimed her to be a witch
with evil oozing from her pores
a woman rollicking in the pitch
produced there on the darkest moors?
Sandi
She’s not a witch,
no child of pitch
Let us set things right
If she had the gift,
her shape she’d shift,
And appear as an angel of light
She kept the leaves in frozen silence,
To help them life sustain,
But in crumbling brown, the leaves have found,
They must go down the lane.
Theresa @ Cottage Violets
And hopefully the Muse has asked,
Where is Lady Jane?
Has she like the crumbling leaves..
Headed down the lane?
She has been so busy “sewing” Frannies for her cause,
She barely took a moment to relax and pause!
She has finally made time today,
To come out and play!
P.S. See…lol…to much sewing and I can’t seem to rhyme a thing….Missed ya my dear Muse
The Muse, Someone was kind enough to give me a “kreativ Blogger” award yesterday and today you became my number 1 recipient of the same Kreativ Blogger award..so drop by and pick it up when you have a moment. :0)
Have a grand day,
Stephanie
Queen of Dreamsz
Hi Muse…
I’m not going to try to play along…just stopped by to say “HI”. I know I’m a bit behind on visiting my friends…but am finally getting around to everyone!
~Blessings,
Jan
And so to playmates call,
Haste. Haste.
The sky is oranging
No moment to waste.
Good Lady Jane,
Bring friends, bring foes.
Rolic. Relish.
Release your woes.
Like leaves fallen
Frozen, browned
Time ne’er ticks up
Rather races down.
So.
Seize it! Seize it!
Grasp the day.
E’en waning moments
Shan’t waste away.
(Oh, Muse. How I adore you and your games.)
Hey Muse thanks for popping by and saying Hi!! hugs and smiles Gl♥ria
Good Lady Jane,
Bring friends, bring foes.
Rolic. Relish.
Release your woes.
Like leaves fallen
Frozen, browned
Time ne’er ticks up
Rather races down.
So.
Seize it! Seize it!
Grasp the day.
E’en waning moments
Shan’t waste away.
Hold tight yet soft
to your heart’s plans
That run like gold dust
through your hands
Don’t let them go
Ne’er to return
Release them slow
and watch them turn
into…
Hi Muse,
An Award……:)
I never am fast enuf to play your games, Muse, but I am fast enuf to read them…and love them. Fun…
Happy day, bj
I’m sooooo impressed with the talent of these poets! This is a beautiful poem.
My mind is in overload. I can’t keep up with yall.But I am impressed…Ann
Oh Blogging Hugs back ‘atcha Musey(:)
Patty
Muse, I am not a word smith, so I will just say Hey and end the day. TTFN
Hi Missy Muse! *waving paws* These talented poets are blowing me away today! my little brain is so humbled.
So I will just say hello and send you warm pughugs from chilly Texas. Thank you for stopping by to say hello and leave words of encouragement. You are always a breath of fresh air…
xxooo
Encapsulated moments
Not there by design
But acquired in our lifetime
Those cries of “why, oh why.”
Trapped inside a house of glass
The leaves so longed to dance
Out along a golden road
Swirling at a glance…
But the witch;
The witch of ice;
Held them all in;
Her trapped demise.
Did I not catch those falling leaves
As they were floating by?
Or watch the clouds in the sky?
I cannot tell you why.
We live for moments still untold ..
We live for moments tinged with gold …
Moments moments
tinged with GOLD
God give us strength
to behold
our lingering thoughts
that are untold~
untold but “why, oh why”
I hear those cries,
dry you tears and
go forth this day
Go forth and see the special One
Who holds your hand from sun to sun
Who cools the brow and carries the load
Go forth I say, on up the road!
For the answer will be told another day.
The truth will be told
to the young and the old.
The old might be meek
but the young sure will speak
When the leaves fall once again from the trees and the whispering wind blisters across their faces. Then all cries will fade into a new breath of life.
The promise said when work tis done the son will come, now hand to land gothic toads revolting gray stumbling, tumbling thru winter’s cold!
Go forth and see the special One
Who holds your hand from sun to sun
Who cools the brow and carries the load
Go forth I say, on up the road!
Was she truly The witch of Ice?
Who planned an unjust demise?
Or a sweet soul lovely and nice..
Finding beauty in it’s dried, brown guise?…
but who proclaimed her to be a witch
with evil oozing from her pores
a woman rollicking in the pitch
produced there on the darkest moors?
She’s not a witch,
no child of pitch
Let us set things right
If she had the gift,
her shape she’d shift,
And appear as an angel of light
She kept the leaves in frozen silence,
To help them life sustain,
But in crumbling brown, the leaves have found,
They must go down the lane.
And hopefully the Muse has asked,
Where is Lady Jane?
Has she like the crumbling leaves..
Headed down the lane?
She has been so busy “sewing” Frannies for her cause,
She barely took a moment to relax and pause!
She has finally made time today,
To come out and play!
And so to playmates call,
Haste. Haste.
The sky is oranging
No moment to waste.
Good Lady Jane,
Bring friends, bring foes.
Rolic. Relish.
Release your woes.
Like leaves fallen
Frozen, browned
Time ne’er ticks up
Rather races down.
So.
Seize it! Seize it!
Grasp the day.
E’en waning moments
Shan’t waste away.
Hold tight yet soft
to your heart’s plans
That run like gold dust
through your hands
Don’t let them go
Ne’er to return
Release them slow
and watch them turn
into…
Sweet life simply waiting to play
Whether here or down the lane
Where the “why oh why’s” turn upside down
Flipping,
Turning,
adventure found
in reckless abondon bliss
protected in winters kiss
for in the spring life bursts forth
beautiful and strong from the “why’s” before
now learned and new
alive and strong
Seize it
Breathe it
oh dear friends come along
For the journey has just begun
under the new found sun
Don’t let the why’s of yesterday
hold you from the beauty of a new day
Remember,
Learn,
and be aware
as to not bring the past mistakes or losses here.
Instead
as a child
choose to laugh and play
Walk tall in this brand new day.
Treasures Treasures all around
Lift your eyes up
No more looking down.
For that is where lasting treasure lies
No more “why oh why’s”
I’m late getting by. I love the poem you ladies have jointly created. So much talent….