{"quotes":[{"text":"I've finally decided to write about profit for a changeBut before I really started I already started to feel lameBaby what's it to a beast who manely to money remains untamed.","author":"Criss Jami","tags":["beast","boring","business","generic","lame","lion","lyrics","money","originality","poetry","profit","raw","rhyming","songwriting","tame","untamed","wild","writing"],"id":71100,"author_id":"Criss+Jami"},{"text":"I'm falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below.","author":"Ashly Lorenzana","tags":["bleakness","coldness","depression","despair","falling","falling-apart","hopelessness","poetry","rhyming","sadness","snow","winter"],"id":78260,"author_id":"Ashly+Lorenzana"},{"text":"Let all the green leaves be mineas long as the trees define shades created by their limbsfor the soil made with victimsof atrocity's vileness to redeem the fragileness.","author":"Munia Khan","tags":["atrocity","created","dark","define","fragile","fragile-things","fragileness","green","leaves","limbs","made","redeem","rhyming","rhyming-verse","shade","shades","soil","tree","trees","victim","victims","vile","vileness"],"id":80549,"author_id":"Munia+Khan"},{"text":"All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide;but a hidden star can still be smiling at night's black spell on darkness, beguiling.","author":"Munia Khan","tags":["beguile","beguiling","black","cannot","cloud","clouds","cloudy","dark","darkness","darkness-and-light","hidden","hide","like","moon","night","night-sky","ocean","oceanic","poem","poetry","poetry","poetry","rhyming","rhyming-verse","shadow","shadows","sky","smile","smiling","spell","star","stars","still","stop","sun","tide"],"id":91325,"author_id":"Munia+Khan"},{"text":"Wherever you go in the next catastrophéBe it sickroom, or prison, or cemet’ryDo not fear that your stay will besolit’ryCountless souls share your fate,you’ll have company!","author":"Roman Payne","tags":["21st-century","aesthete-press","bad-luck","basement-trains","camaraderie","catastrophes","cemetery","death","farewell","fate","fear","freedom","french-american","friends","ill-fate","illness","isolation","loneliness","loneliness","luck","moderoom","optimism","optimist","optimistic","poem","prison","rhyme","rhyming","roman","roman-payne","sickness","solitude","stanza","togetherness","trouble","wanderess"],"id":93129,"author_id":"Roman+Payne"},{"text":"Astray from a deep sleep chronic as I write by phonics, like insomnia I will always live the onyx night for revealing, and, upon it, still I'll steal the bright light of day right away just to keep building at speeds hypersonic.","author":"Criss Jami","tags":["action","adventure","ambition","art","awake","building","chronic","chronic-illness","clever","consciousness","construction","creativity","day","development","discovery","fast-pace","growth","hard-work","hustler","hustlers-ambition","hustling","hypersonic","imagination","improvement","insomnia","life","living","lyrics","night","onyx","phonics","poetry","progression","revealing","rhyming","sacrifice","sleep","sleeplessness","songwriting","speed","stealing","success","thinking","thoughts","time","witty","wordplay","wordsmith","work","work-ethic","writing"],"id":101666,"author_id":"Criss+Jami"},{"text":"It starts off like climbing a tree or solving a puzzle - poetry, if nothing else, is just fun to write. But deeper into each and every piece, you no longer hesitate to call it work. It's passion. A poet's sense of lyrical accomplishment is then his food and water, his means of survival.","author":"Criss Jami","tags":["accomplishment","art","artist","food","life","lifestyle","lyrics","necessity","passion","poet","poetry","puzzle","rhyming","survival","writing"],"id":117108,"author_id":"Criss+Jami"},{"text":"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 challengedHalt 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.","author":"John Flanagan","tags":["crowley","early-years","funny","humour","music","rangers-apprentice","rhyme","rhyming","songs"],"id":122898,"author_id":"John+Flanagan"},{"text":"Walk and loveWe're walking in loveFor the walk of love.","author":"Criss Jami","tags":["love","lyrics","perseverance","persistence","poetry","rhyming","songwriting","walking"],"id":124311,"author_id":"Criss+Jami"},{"text":"I wonder at the starry pattern in the skyAre they little pieces of moon which want to fly..?","author":"Munia Khan","tags":["fly","little","moon","night","night-sky","pattern","patterns","pieces","poetry","rhyming","rhyming-verse","star","starry","starry-night","stars","want","wonder"],"id":159773,"author_id":"Munia+Khan"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":20,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}