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“Halt glared at his friend as the whistling continued.
'I had hoped that your new sense of responsibly would put an end to that painful shrieking noise you make between your lips' he said.
Crowley smiled. It was a beautiful day and he was feeling at peace with the world. And that meant he was more than ready to tease Halt 'It's a jaunty song'
'What's jaunty about it?' Halt asked, grim faced. Crowley made an uncertain gesture as he sought for an answer to that question.
'I suppose it's the subject matter' he said eventually. 'It's a very cheerful song. Would you like me to sing it for you?'
'N-' Halt began but he was too late, as Crowley began to sing. He had a pleasant tenor voice, in fact, and his rendering of the song was quite good. But to Halt it was as attractive as a rusty barn door squeaking.
'A blacksmith from Palladio, he met a lovely lady-o'
'Whoa! Whoa!' Halt said 'He met a lovely lady-o?' Halt repeated sarcastically 'What in the name of all that's holy is a lady-o?'
'It's a lady' Crowley told him patiently.
'Then why not sing 'he met a lovely lady'?' Halt wanted to know.
Crowley frowned as if the answer was blatantly obvious.
"Because he's from Palladio, as the song says. It's a city on the continent, in the southern part of Toscana.'
'And people there have lady-o's, instead of ladies?' Asked Halt
'No. They have ladies, like everyone else. But 'lady' doesn't rhyme with Palladio, does it? I could hardly sing, 'A blacksmith from Palladio, he met his lovely lady', could I?'
'It would make more sense if you did' Halt insisted
'But it wouldn't rhyme' Crowley told him.
'Would that be so bad?'
'Yes! A song has to rhyme or it isn't a proper song. It has to be lady-o. It's called poetic license.'
'It's poetic license to make up a word that doesn't exist and which, by the way, sound extremely silly?' Halt asked.
Crowley shook his head 'No. It's poetic license to make sure that the two lines rhyme with each other'
Halt thought for a few seconds, his eyes knitted close together. Then inspiration struck him.
'Well then couldn't you sing 'A blacksmith from Palladio, he met a lovely lady, so...'?'
'So what?' Crowley challenged
Halt made and uncertain gesture with his hands as he sought more inspiration. Then he replied. 'He met a lovely lady, so...he asked her for her hand and gave her a leg of lamb.'
'A leg of lamb? Why would she want a leg of lamb?' Crowley demanded
Halt shrugged 'Maybe she was hungry”
― John Flanagan, The Tournament at Gorlan

“Wherever you go in the next
�����ٲ����ٰ��DZ��é
Be it sickroom, or prison,
or cemet’ry
Do not fear that your stay will be
���DZ�����’r��
Countless souls share your fate,
you’ll have company!”
― Roman Payne, The Basement Trains: A 21st Century Poem

“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.”
― Debasish Mridha

“Jagged needle, wicked lies
From under the skin, pluck evil eyes.
Destiny change from pain and cold
Now that you pay in blood and soul.”
― Lawren Leo, Love's Shadow: Nine Crooked Paths

“I must go down to the sea...to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship, and a star to steer her by......”
― John Masefield

“Lords of space and Lords of time,
Lords of blessing, Lords of grace,
Who is in the warmer clime?
Who will follow Madoc's rhyme?
Blue will alter time and space.”
― Madeleine L'Engle, A Swiftly Tilting Planet

“Stealing and giving odor. Enough, no more. 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“विपद: सन्त�� ता: शश्वत्तत्र तत्र जगद्गुरो��
भवतो दर्शनं यत्स्यादपुनर्भवदर्शनम्॥८��
Master of Universe I pray for calamities,
So I do remember You ever constantly,
Remembering You means freedom be,
From cycle of births and death finally.
- 201 -”
― Munindra Misra, Chants of Hindu Gods and Godesses in English Rhyme

&�����ܴ�;॥दोहा॥
श्रीगुरु चर�� सरोज रज, नि�� मन�� मुकुरु सुधारि��
बरनउ�� रघुब�� बिमल जस��, जो दायक�� फल चारि��

Doha
With the dust of guru’s lotus feet having,
I cleanse the mirror of my soul sparkling,
Raghuvar’s spotless glory I be singing,
The four fruits of life it ever is giving.
- 303 -”
― Munindra Misra, Chants of Hindu Gods and Godesses in English Rhyme

“My heart's made of gold
My soul is pure steel
Loved ones shall rise
Enemies will kneel
I soothe with water, attack with fire
For I am the master of my own empire.”
― Sarah Brownlee

“A child's pleasure in listening to stories lies partly in waiting for things he expects to be repeated: situations, phrases, formulas. Just as in poems and songs the rhymes help to create the rhythm, so in prose narrative there are events that rhyme.”
― Italo Calvino, Six Memos for the Next Millennium

“A good poem has rhyming but no ending, it continues to rhyme in our heart.”
― Debasish Mridha

“When we step in the name of love, we cannot rhyme if we don't have the same RHYTHM, and we cannot have the same rhythm if we are not listening to the same BEAT.

It takes someone who understands the rhythm and melody of your "heartbeat" to dance to it.”
― Olaotan Fawehinmi, If I Were A Girl, I Would Not...

“Shani Chalisa
॥दोहा॥ Doha
जय-जय श्री शनिदेव प्रभ��, सुनह�� विनय महराज।
करहु�� कृपा हे रव�� तन��, राखह�� जन की लाज॥

Shani Maharaj, glory to you with sincerity,
Listen to my prayers I request humbly,
Bestow your grace and protect me fully,
Keep respect and honour of your devotees.
- 341 -”
― Munindra Misra, Chants of Hindu Gods and Godesses in English Rhyme

“Love is like wine, drink it as you rhyme.”
― Santosh Kalwar

“From attraction and affection
Cover of perfection
Failure beyond texture to a painful lesson
Everything that was from the start wasn't from the heart”
― Criss Jami, Salomé: In Every Inch In Every Mile

“Witches, he thought. Always rhyming.”
― Nora Roberts, Morrigan's Cross

“कंदर्प अगणि�� अमित छवी नव नी�� नीरज सुन्दरम।
पट्पी�� मानह�� तडित रूचि शुचि नौमी जन�� सुतावरम॥

To Sri Ram, whose beauty is incomparable, I am bowing,
His body like a newly formed dense blue cloud I am seeing,
His shining yellow robes over his body are like lightening,
He is the consort of Janak’s daughter his beauty is gleaming.”
― Munindra Misra, Chants of Hindu Gods and Godesses in English Rhyme

“संकट मोचन हनुमानाष्ट��
मत्तगयन्�� छन्द

बा�� सम�� रब�� भक्ष�� लियो तब तीनहुँ लो�� भय�� अँधियारो��
ताहि सो�� त्रा�� भय�� जग को यह संकट काहु सो�� जा�� �� टारो��
देवन आन�� करी बिनती तब छाँड़ि दियो रब�� कष्ट निवारो��
को नहिं जानत है जग मे�� कप�� संकटमोचन ना�� तिहारो॥१��

When as a child you lapped the sun, darkness on triple world fell,
The worlds so got into trouble and a crisis that none could dispel,
Gods then prayed to you to spare the sun and you did so quell,
Who doesn’t know in this world your name `Problem Solver�� bells?
- 294 -”
― Munindra Misra, Chants of Hindu Gods and Godesses in English Rhyme

“Happiness will be abundant in your life when there is love, beauty, rhythm, and rhyme.”
― Debasish Mridha

“The Buried Bishop’s a gridlocked scrum, an all-you-can-eat of youth: ‘Stephen Hawking and the Dalai Lama, right; they posit a unified truth��; short denim skirts, Gap and Next shirts, Kurt Cobain cardigans, black Levi’s; ‘Did you see that oversexed pig by the loos, undressing me with his eyes?��; that song by the Pogues and Kirsty MacColl booms in my diaphragm and knees; ‘Like, my only charity shop bargains were headlice, scabies, and fleas��; a fug of hairspray, sweat and Lynx, Chanel No. 5, and smoke; well-tended teeth with zero fillings, revealed by the so-so joke �� ‘Have you heard the news about Schrodinger’s Cat? It died today; wait �� it didn’t, did, didn’t, did…��; high-volume discourse on who’s the best Bond �� Sartre, Bart Simpson, Barthes’s myths; ‘Make mine a double��; George Michael’s stubble; ‘Like, music expired with the Smiths��; and futures all starry; fetal think-tankers, judges, and bankers…power and money, like Pooh Bear and honey, stick fast �� I don’t knock it, it’s me; and speaking of loins, ‘Has anyone told you you look like Demi Moore from Ghost?��; roses are red and violets are blue, I’ve a surplus of butter and Ness is warm toast.”
― David Mitchell

“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 her ruse.”
― J.Z. Bingham, Gansevort: The King and His Court

“Writer's Rhyme

Word by word
line by line,
I'm gonna make
this writing fine.

I'll reread
'til I know
that each sentence
says it so.

Check the grammar
and the meaning;
be the critic;
do the screening.

Dictionary's
not for show;
Helps me get
those words to flow.

Watch the diet;
hem it in.
Do not fear
to make it thin.

Simple is
a goal to praise;
Let's untie
that wordy phrase.

Every word
let's be sure
follows the last
with meaning pure.

"Won't be easy,"
so 'tis said,
but effort will
put me ahead.

Word by word
line by line,
I'm gonnna make
this writing fine,

even though
it takes some time,
I'm gonna make this writing fine;

I'm gonna make
this writing fine.”
― Peter Siviglia, Writing Contracts: A Distinct Discipline

“Some people imagine that rhyme interferes with the rational processes of thought by obliging us to distort what we originally had in mind. But are rational processes so important? In many of us, even in poets, they can be dull and predictable. An interruption, a few detours and unexpected turns, might make a trip with them less routine. The necessity of finding a rhyme may jolt the mind out of its ruts, force it to turn wildly across the fields in some more exhilarating direction. Force it out of the world of reason into the world of mystery, magic, and imagination, in which relationships between sounds may be as exciting as a Great Idea.”
― John Frederick Nims and David Mason

“Champagne morning, sleepless grin, setting off and settling in. Today feels good.”
― Alex Gaskarth

“And perhaps,frozen somewhere with time,
Our words will never cease to rhyme”
― Stuti Dhyani, A Grain of Sand

“Chance is your god
Though you're falling free you will land hard”
― Criss Jami, Salomé: In Every Inch In Every Mile

“The garden was full of sorrow
Songbirds and unusual winds whistled a rhyme
Clouds caused to appear and cast down darkness
For this was the first day the sun didn't shine”
― John E. Wordslinger

“Is the phrase 'pay' or 'play the piper'
I inquire, why
'Cause I admire a desire to flip the switch
Yeah make a way to face the music like
Life savings for a mosh pit riot
Listen to a mix
Rock the tickets, higher volume
Velocity which shakes a cockpit's pilot”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“By(e) pen, I've tried my hand at poetry; only to see how boring it is to me. That is, unless I get a chance to destroy each and every piece while doing it as I please.”
― Criss Jami, Healology