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START of the collaborative poem FOR HOMEWORK

Post by Maureen K Clifford » Tue May 18, 2021 6:46 pm

OK I've started off the collaborative poem - whose next?????

Copy and paste my verse onto a new page and then add your verse and your initials at the end - and everyone do the same thing - copy and paste the previous verses to a new page and then add on your own verse.

Have fun :lol: Weave the magic :lol: Keep each verse at 8 lines and in the same rhyming pattern ... 14/10 syllables


They cruised through ancient gorges, and past towering red stone cliffs
they stopped a while to load at Waikerie
and all the while the Murray simply flowed slowly along
past red gum forests and aged river scree.
The Paddlewheels turned slowly - and loud birdsong filled the air
the cerulean sky clear and cloudfree,
to right and left were vineyards struggling to grasp a hold
forerunners of a new wine industry.

MKC
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Re: START of the collaborative poem FOR HOMEWORK

Post by Maureen K Clifford » Wed May 19, 2021 8:48 am

This might be helpful for those considering having a shot at this challenge ....... :roll:

I have given you the following -

the MC - Main character ..... A male - who is he, why is he there, where is he going?

a location - On the Murray river in South Australia - The Murray is a long river flowing through many states

transport - A paddle steamer - what is its name, what is it carrying, where has it come from, where is it going to?

the year - The vineyards are new and the wine industry in and around Waikerie S. A. commenced in 1894 - BUT does this first verse actually relate to then? Ic could do - it may relate to modern times. Could two stories be intertwined together?

Time frame 1890's - What is the significance if any of that? What was happening then?
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Re: START of the collaborative poem FOR HOMEWORK

Post by Ron » Fri May 21, 2021 3:06 pm

Good on you Maureen, you got my cogs turning over but it took a while for the gears to mesh! :D


They cruised through ancient gorges, and past towering red stone cliffs
they stopped a while to load at Waikerie
and all the while the Murray simply flowed slowly along
past red gum forests and aged river scree.
The Paddlewheels turned slowly - and loud birdsong filled the air
the cerulean sky clear and cloudfree,
to right and left were vineyards struggling to grasp a hold
forerunners of a new wine industry.

MKC


The bow waves, in symmetry, rippled calmly to each bank
and lapped at everchanging watermarks,
and gave a sense of solace to a bloke of shady past,
as he pondered, the magistrates remarks!
But the chance to work a passage to a future unknown
gave hope to start afresh in new landmarks
so there upon the river he decided to reform
and have nought, but conscientious benchmarks!
R.B.

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Re: START of the collaborative poem FOR HOMEWORK

Post by Catherine Lee » Fri May 21, 2021 9:24 pm

Reflecting on his Mary, whom he’d long ago let down
by bringing shady dealings to her door,
he cursed his gross stupidity and hoped in time to prove
his worthiness and win her love once more.
As paddlewheels rotated in a comforting refrain,
he pondered opportunities ahead;
a profitable future in a venture fresh and new—
a chance for happiness in life instead.

CL

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Re: START of the collaborative poem FOR HOMEWORK

Post by Shelley Hansen » Fri May 21, 2021 10:29 pm

They cruised through ancient gorges, and past towering red stone cliffs
they stopped a while to load at Waikerie
and all the while the Murray simply flowed slowly along
past red gum forests and aged river scree.
The Paddlewheels turned slowly - and loud birdsong filled the air
the cerulean sky clear and cloudfree,
to right and left were vineyards struggling to grasp a hold
forerunners of a new wine industry.
MKC

The bow waves, in symmetry, rippled calmly to each bank
and lapped at everchanging watermarks,
and gave a sense of solace to a bloke of shady past,
as he pondered, the magistrates remarks!
But the chance to work a passage to a future unknown
gave hope to start afresh in new landmarks
so there upon the river he decided to reform
and have nought, but conscientious benchmarks!
R.B.

Reflecting on his Mary, whom he’d long ago let down
by bringing shady dealings to her door,
he cursed his gross stupidity and hoped in time to prove
his worthiness and win her love once more.
As paddlewheels rotated in a comforting refrain,
he pondered opportunities ahead;
a profitable future in a venture fresh and new—
a chance for happiness in life instead.
CL

The year was 1894 and time was ripe for change
at Waikerie – the place of “many wings” –
inhabited by birds that filled the wetlands and lagoons
and rose above the craggy cliffs like kings.
They’d granted him permission to be one of those who came
to form controlled expansion that involved
experimental settlement that may succeed or fail –
depending on what challenges were solved.
SJH
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Re: START of the collaborative poem FOR HOMEWORK

Post by Maureen K Clifford » Fri May 21, 2021 11:47 pm

WHOO HOO - LOOKING GOOD - KEEP IT ROLLING ALONG LIKE THE 'PROUD MARY' :lol:
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Re: START of the collaborative poem FOR HOMEWORK

Post by Maureen K Clifford » Sat May 22, 2021 10:11 am

They cruised through ancient gorges, and past towering red stone cliffs
they stopped a while to load at Waikerie
and all the while the Murray simply flowed slowly along
past red gum forests and aged river scree.
The Paddlewheels turned slowly - and loud birdsong filled the air
the cerulean sky clear and cloudfree,
to right and left were vineyards struggling to grasp a hold
forerunners of a new wine industry.
MKC

The bow waves, in symmetry, rippled calmly to each bank
and lapped at ever changing watermarks,
and gave a sense of solace to a bloke of shady past,
as he pondered, the magistrates remarks!
But the chance to work a passage to a future unknown
gave hope to start afresh in new landmarks
so there upon the river he decided to reform
and have nought, but conscientious benchmarks!
R.B.

Reflecting on his Mary, whom he’d long ago let down
by bringing shady dealings to her door,
he cursed his gross stupidity and hoped in time to prove
his worthiness and win her love once more.
As paddlewheels rotated in a comforting refrain,
he pondered opportunities ahead;
a profitable future in a venture fresh and new—
a chance for happiness in life instead.
CL

The year was 1894 and time was ripe for change
at Waikerie – the place of “many wings” –
inhabited by birds that filled the wetlands and lagoons
and rose above the craggy cliffs like kings.
They’d granted him permission to be one of those who came
to form controlled expansion that involved
experimental settlement that may succeed or fail –
depending on what challenges were solved.
SJH

His Mary waited for him - she forgave his wicked ways
she saw the true man hiding in the shell
of the wastrel and the wanderer - the one who'd always fail,
who'd let her down and was a ne're do well
in some folks eyes, not hers it seems, for she loved this man true
and knew that he would make good given time.
They'd planned a life together - he was following his dream -
searching for land on which to grow the vine.
MKC
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Re: START of the collaborative poem FOR HOMEWORK

Post by Terry » Sat May 22, 2021 5:53 pm

Post by Maureen K Clifford » Sat May 22, 2021 10:11 am
They cruised through ancient gorges, and past towering red stone cliffs
they stopped a while to load at Waikerie
and all the while the Murray simply flowed slowly along
past red gum forests and aged river scree.
The Paddlewheels turned slowly - and loud birdsong filled the air
the cerulean sky clear and cloudfree,
to right and left were vineyards struggling to grasp a hold
forerunners of a new wine industry.
MKC

The bow waves, in symmetry, rippled calmly to each bank
and lapped at ever changing watermarks,
and gave a sense of solace to a bloke of shady past,
as he pondered, the magistrates remarks!
But the chance to work a passage to a future unknown
gave hope to start afresh in new landmarks
so there upon the river he decided to reform
and have nought, but conscientious benchmarks!
R.B.

Reflecting on his Mary, whom he’d long ago let down
by bringing shady dealings to her door,
he cursed his gross stupidity and hoped in time to prove
his worthiness and win her love once more.
As paddlewheels rotated in a comforting refrain,
he pondered opportunities ahead;
a profitable future in a venture fresh and new—
a chance for happiness in life instead.
CL

The year was 1894 and time was ripe for change
at Waikerie – the place of “many wings” –
inhabited by birds that filled the wetlands and lagoons
and rose above the craggy cliffs like kings.
They’d granted him permission to be one of those who came
to form controlled expansion that involved
experimental settlement that may succeed or fail –
depending on what challenges were solved.
SJH

His Mary waited for him - she forgave his wicked ways
she saw the true man hiding in the shell
of the wastrel and the wanderer - the one who'd always fail,
who'd let her down and was a ne're do well
in some folks eyes, not hers it seems, for she loved this man true
and knew that he would make good given time.
They'd planned a life together - he was following his dream -
searching for land on which to grow the vine.
MKC


He sensed an opportunity was reaching out to him
this day, Just Waiting here for him to find.
Reminding him of not so long ago, when dreams and hopes
about a better life had filled his mind.
Away from squalid city life - a longing to be free
and leave behind the daily city grind.
Then settle down with Mary who had changed his wayward ways,
for which for many years he’d been so blind.

TEP

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Re: START of the collaborative poem FOR HOMEWORK

Post by Ron » Sun May 23, 2021 5:26 pm

Post by Maureen K Clifford » Sat May 22, 2021 10:11 am
They cruised through ancient gorges, and past towering red stone cliffs
they stopped a while to load at Waikerie
and all the while the Murray simply flowed slowly along
past red gum forests and aged river scree.
The Paddlewheels turned slowly - and loud birdsong filled the air
the cerulean sky clear and cloudfree,
to right and left were vineyards struggling to grasp a hold
forerunners of a new wine industry.
MKC

The bow waves, in symmetry, rippled calmly to each bank
and lapped at ever changing watermarks,
and gave a sense of solace to a bloke of shady past,
as he pondered, the magistrates remarks!
But the chance to work a passage to a future unknown
gave hope to start afresh in new landmarks
so there upon the river he decided to reform
and have nought, but conscientious benchmarks!
R.B.

Reflecting on his Mary, whom he’d long ago let down
by bringing shady dealings to her door,
he cursed his gross stupidity and hoped in time to prove
his worthiness and win her love once more.
As paddlewheels rotated in a comforting refrain,
he pondered opportunities ahead;
a profitable future in a venture fresh and new—
a chance for happiness in life instead.
CL

The year was 1894 and time was ripe for change
at Waikerie – the place of “many wings” –
inhabited by birds that filled the wetlands and lagoons
and rose above the craggy cliffs like kings.
They’d granted him permission to be one of those who came
to form controlled expansion that involved
experimental settlement that may succeed or fail –
depending on what challenges were solved.
SJH

His Mary waited for him - she forgave his wicked ways
she saw the true man hiding in the shell
of the wastrel and the wanderer - the one who'd always fail,
who'd let her down and was a ne're do well
in some folks eyes, not hers it seems, for she loved this man true
and knew that he would make good given time.
They'd planned a life together - he was following his dream -
searching for land on which to grow the vine.
MKC


He sensed an opportunity was reaching out to him
this day, Just Waiting here for him to find.
Reminding him of not so long ago, when dreams and hopes
about a better life had filled his mind.
Away from squalid city life - a longing to be free
and leave behind the daily city grind.
Then settle down with Mary who had changed his wayward ways,
for which for many years he’d been so blind.

TEP

But in the world of shattered dreams and teary broken hearts
Alas! Poor Mary had not been alone,
for he had called himself Bill in his dealings of deceipt
and what a devious path he had known!
But with the given names of, Cuthbert, Horace Percival,
he’d tried to leave that, all back in the past,
For he had sailed to Australia a remittance man
And ‘twas the ‘Old Dart’ where his mould was cast!
R.B.

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Re: START of the collaborative poem FOR HOMEWORK

Post by Shelley Hansen » Tue May 25, 2021 8:56 am

Original Post by Maureen K Clifford » Sat May 22, 2021 10:11 am

COLLABORATIVE POEM - Writing Workshop

They cruised through ancient gorges, and past towering red stone cliffs
they stopped a while to load at Waikerie
and all the while the Murray simply flowed slowly along
past red gum forests and aged river scree.
The Paddlewheels turned slowly - and loud birdsong filled the air
the cerulean sky clear and cloudfree,
to right and left were vineyards struggling to grasp a hold
forerunners of a new wine industry.
MKC

The bow waves, in symmetry, rippled calmly to each bank
and lapped at ever changing watermarks,
and gave a sense of solace to a bloke of shady past,
as he pondered, the magistrates remarks!
But the chance to work a passage to a future unknown
gave hope to start afresh in new landmarks
so there upon the river he decided to reform
and have nought, but conscientious benchmarks!
R.B.

Reflecting on his Mary, whom he’d long ago let down
by bringing shady dealings to her door,
he cursed his gross stupidity and hoped in time to prove
his worthiness and win her love once more.
As paddlewheels rotated in a comforting refrain,
he pondered opportunities ahead;
a profitable future in a venture fresh and new—
a chance for happiness in life instead.
CL

The year was 1894 and time was ripe for change
at Waikerie – the place of “many wings” –
inhabited by birds that filled the wetlands and lagoons
and rose above the craggy cliffs like kings.
They’d granted him permission to be one of those who came
to form controlled expansion that involved
experimental settlement that may succeed or fail –
depending on what challenges were solved.
SJH

His Mary waited for him - she forgave his wicked ways
she saw the true man hiding in the shell
of the wastrel and the wanderer - the one who'd always fail,
who'd let her down and was a ne're do well
in some folks eyes, not hers it seems, for she loved this man true
and knew that he would make good given time.
They'd planned a life together - he was following his dream -
searching for land on which to grow the vine.
MKC


He sensed an opportunity was reaching out to him
this day, Just Waiting here for him to find.
Reminding him of not so long ago, when dreams and hopes
about a better life had filled his mind.
Away from squalid city life - a longing to be free
and leave behind the daily city grind.
Then settle down with Mary who had changed his wayward ways,
for which for many years he’d been so blind.
TEP

But in the world of shattered dreams and teary broken hearts
Alas! Poor Mary had not been alone,
for he had called himself Bill in his dealings of deceit
and what a devious path he had known!
But with the given names of, Cuthbert, Horace Percival,
he’d tried to leave that, all back in the past,
For he had sailed to Australia a remittance man
And ‘twas the ‘Old Dart’ where his mould was cast!
R.B.

But now, in this new land, the time had come to make his choice
to leave the past behind – begin anew -
not let past failings daunt him in a place where many shared
the secret sins that only convicts knew.
So as he stood with Mary on their vibrant virgin soil,
imagining the sunset on the vines
they’d plant and cultivate with sons and daughters by their side -
he felt a surge of hope, like mellow wines.
SJH
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fer 'atin' never paid no dividends."
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