the only way to make that rhyme, is flowers by the 2!

Ok everyone, I'm taking a moments rest,
but feel free to talk amongst each other,
remember, rhymings best...
well, many other people may not have the same thought in their head...
but that's the rules, for this particular thread...
I hope to see many more posts, when I return to this in time,
from many of my lovely friends, who are so very good with rhyme!

Wonderful lyrical content my friend,
I can tell that from your heart, these words truely span...
such a lady, someday, I wish I will meet,
I guess, you could say, I wish I was in your feet...

To let go of everything that seems like it should build,
for a love that when you return, nothing else like it will yield,
the way that you must feel so deep down inside,
the way that you hold it softly, as a friend, it gives me pride...

The words that you lay down onto this page,
show that you love is like the knowledge of a sage...
deep, and heartfelt... so good to the last drop...
a love like yours (even though I'm a guy)
I can tell is good... it will never stop...

and she is so lucky, to have one such as you...
I hope that sincerely, your dreams do come true.
I hope that, sincerely, she see's you the same way...
although I don't have a doubt that she does, I must say...

So thank you my friend, for the many kind things you said,
your love for this girl really does swell my head...
If she were ever to meet me, I think I would say...
That Runpenzo let me know he loves her...
just the other day....

Been reading your prose
Been reading your rhymes
As much as I like them
I think it's bedtime.

Well little girl, I hope you sleep swell,
and when you wake up in the morning,
sit in the sun aspell,
and think of me sitting here thinking of you,
and wishing I was with you, in the sunshine too.

If I were there I'd give you a shove,
If I were sure of one thing it'd be this,
You'll find your own one to love,
Your own love to miss,

And she'll be one in a million,
With eyes like stained glass,
You'll swell with pride like a lion,
And she'll be your lass,

Don't fret my friend,
with a soul such as yours,
Your life will end,
With one you adore,


Speaking to true and so light,
She'll be quaint and she'll be plucky,
To feel your linguistic might,
Any girl would be lucky,

But I assure you I do,
And tell you with pride,
that forever she'll be true
And never she'll hide,

So lay calm and stay true,
For in the future I see,
A beautiful girl for you,
And every happiness for ye!

ah once in my life, I held a girl so grand,
yet mistakes made her fingers slip from my hand...
six long years, did we love with such pride...
it was in the seventh inning, that our love somehow died...

it wasn't the case of casey at the bat,
but it was a case of too much pride...
after so many years of living together,
I suppose, after awhile, you take it in stride...

and our love faded... it faded away...
which is some of the reason that I comment today,
on a foolish heart, and a foolish mind....
niether one, seperate, or together, does love ever bind...

but fear not my dear friend, for my heart it does heal,
and each new day is a like a brand new feel...
well, feeling a little bit less that way,
of the pain that was, for happyness each day...

and it's not easy... no easier then your task,
sometimes, in my regret, as strong as your love, I do bask,
but it's often a night when I read something like your love...
that these feelings of woe, do I finally rise above...

It's people like you, and love like yours,
that streches my friend, even to desolate shores...
and covers the beaches with heart felt tears...
that washes away the pain, the fears...

So I thank you so much, for that my friend...
and your worries for me, they can come to an end...
and on another subject, where we might find some plight,
against me, for your girl, you would not have to fight!

So come on on over and give me a shove, tell me,
hey man, get your own love...
For you knew that it wasn't your love that I seek...
I just wanted to stop, and take a peak.

feeling so lonely, lost in the night
needing something to make me feel right
tired of the game and all the sh*t
tired of bars and dank lil pits

you may be quickat this rhyming game
but sitting here lonely is just insane

so im getting up and going out
well... maybe in the morning.... im just gonna pout

I'm sorry with your lonely, with no one at your side,
Being so bored can mess with ones pride...
It makes you stop, standing on the brink,
when you say, am I so bored, that I'll just sit here and think?
So tired of the same ol same car ride,
tired of the pits, that when you go in, it's where the losers hide...
but once your in, it's way to late,
and every loser there, thinks in just walked a date...
and a girl your calliper, is suddenly surrounded by a circle...
of jacks, and sprats, and hee-haws, that bray and snort like Irkle...
so you sit at home, tho you'de like to go out,
and from your sweet lips, hangs a sad pursed pout,
cause you know that even if you went somewhere,
you'de just be admist a bunch of other people,
who just sit there and stare.
I think your most right, in your write when you say...
that it's best to save for the morning...
most losers dissapear, in the light of day....

I'd not meant for a spat,
The shove was in jest,
I thought I'd tell you that,
But you're the best,

I'd tell you the same story,
Filled with pride and of love,
Of the pain and the glory,
Of the hate filled laced glove,

I too have stitched pieces of hearts,
And for just the splintered pain,
Of the twitching smarts,
And the wretched gains,

I know your plight,
I've been there before,
I've lost loves fight,
I cound't stand anymore,

But time heals is old,
So this I'll tell this to you,
Go out and be bold,
Use your language as a tool,

Take pride and make haste,
You have the talants,
For life doesn't lie or waits,
Even with lifes malace,

You'll heal better than new,
Stronger and faster,
I'm sure of this I tell you,
And you'll stand tall as the true master,

so true so true
but when i say it i sound blue
seeing the drunks night after night
seeing the punks fight after fight
surrounded by men who just wanna date
seeing the fools who just wanna hate
tired of beeing seen
of having to preen
lol... of chicks turning green
but still havivng fun and jumpin the gun
runnin around... needing fun in the sun
but enough of my blather and morose exaltations
i feel the need for great expectations
a life of love annd love to lose
a new one might cure my blues

You really are a musician... this I can tell from your word...
it's like you've read the story, heard each word I've ever heard...
So many times we all end up there... just standing alone, so we think...
so many times, our tears have fallen, taking us to the brink...
Oh but sometimes these tears are so heavy..
that well, I find I can't hold them anymore,
and down from my face,
(like the cops sprayed me with mace) lol,
the tears down my cheeks they do pour.

That being said, don't worry to much,
I do get the message you're sending, as such,
and I do take to heart what you pass on for me to see,
I think we've both heard these words before...
but, not from you and me...

and that's where it really takes the cake,
because words like these some people won't say...
and a kind word, or good thought... just a sympathy feeling,
can't often make so many problems go away...

So stand up, and say them, the words you hold true,
Let the master poet I see, continue to flow through you...
I'm not the only one that has a powerful gift my friend...
I can tell that with your words, many hearts would quickly mend.

Of course, no beef between you and I...
How could I argue, with such a good guy?
And you know I wouldn't say, if I thought it were a lie....
But a few of your poems have already left me...
just to sit, and think and sigh...
and be glad... we both took the time,
to meet, greet, and say hi...

And I better say it quickly, before this poem ends...
But to two poets who met, and cast words with one another,
how can they not help, but always be friends?

Hey frozen it's me,may I join in
night ruler to some,to some just a sin
My job is pathetic,for I'm always broke
should have been a farmhand,this chicken I choke
yeah typical male as most women say
but since talk is cheap,I guess here I will stay
to move you with words,maybe touch someone's heart
maybe I'll **** up as I usually do,tearing everything apart
oops a run on sentence,a period not in place
I just went through a 6 year marriage,with enough periods to face
whoa..that really went too far,I guess too much information
but whats the main exscuse to resort to masturbation
or to waste away the hours,just waiting for life to change
spending time with a stranger,to see just how strange
So in closing my friend,this run of the mill jive
thank you frozen child,you keep this place alive

lol... masturbation is free
so go at it
monkey in a mango tree

Let me spin you a tale that you may have heard before...
about a valiant young night who came and knocked on your door,
He promised, like so many others had,
that his intentions were true, and his heart wasn't bad...
That he would listen to the things that you needed someone to hear...
and of the sorrow of lonliness, you would never have to fear.
and you used to believe them so long ago...
but he's not the first who has told this old song...
and before you can even finish giving him your heart...
he's already doing you wrong...
He's forgetting you... and all the wonderful things that you do...
Instead of moonlight walks, sitting on the beach at fireside...
he takes you to places where your face you'de rather hide...
and the same old fights, and the same old "whores"
shopping the same loser punks, at the same mall stores...
Some romeo... some night in shinning armour he...
He comes along and saves the princess, then he locks her up, and losses the key...
and I can see that in your eyes...
You don't want this, and your heart only lies,
when it says that it'll settle for the same old scene...
those backwood, backwards hillbilly "jocks",
with the girls who are turning green...
I'm sorry girl, that this is how it has been...
to treat you this way, is more then a sin...
and I would take you around the stars and moon,
again, and again, and again...
But to get you to believe my words...
Above all the other "losers" din!
So that you would have a life of love,
but not your love to lose
a new one, that really meant something,
sure might cure your blues

Ha a poets friendship?
Is that so absurd,
A fond kinship,
For the love of the word,

I say this for once and forevermore,
You're a good friend and a talent to boot,
I've lived some time almost four score,
And for a friend like you it seems almost moot,

Its so easy to praise one such as you,
Those with eyes can tell you're awesome,
All those who defer are such as a fool,
But you've inspired my words to blossom,

I'm glad I met you, a fellow so pure,
Unafraid to express himself in verse,
And tell the whole world from his core,
And chooses in this way to converse,

lol... masturbation is free
so go at it
monkey in a mango tree

Thank you for keeping the rhyme in time,
While waiting for others to drop the dime,
and take the time to stop and see,
if maybe they can rhyme a verse or three...
Can be no one cooler, then someone who sticks to the rules...
Those rhyming, us rhymers, all rhyming, rhyming fools.

Hey NightRuler, good to see you around,
of course you can come on in, grab a drink and sit down...
thanks for telling us so much in your first post...
I admit you've given away more the most...
With your tirades of self affiliation...
(by letting us know about cronic masturbation)
I'm afraid that my status has hit hi elevation...
Since I've seen that you stopped,
at my poetry station...
Yours' NightRuler, is a unique sort of rhyme,
that flow with good rythm, and has excellent time,
But remember my friend, you don't have to talk to just me...
Go ahead and talk to anyone you see...
I'm sure that they'll like you,
(even better then most)
once they see the great material you constantly posts...
and what better place, to come one in and then boast.
Then a lyrical, slamming, poetry jamming roast?
Welcome my "sin"
Post again!

so pretty your words and your thoughts sotrue
for my life youve noticed something few do
but lifes love lost in the night
its hard to believe in true knight
thank god for ever present optomism
and to hell with foul verbal jism

so thank you for being my nights knight
id keep you, but im sure that youd fight
in the morning ill smile and remember your thought
and youll forevermore wish you were caught

Runpenzo, my friend, what you say it is true,
and I know it exists in other poets too...
It takes just some beginners, only a few,
to get the words rhyming, and then what do you do?

You watch as the others, start to jump in,
and so many take the challenge with a big droopy Grin,
and then so many incredible tales do begin,
That to not put a post here... well, that would be sin...

I must take this time to thank everyone right now,
who without all there posts, I'd have no-one to bow,
For keeping this thread going, and boy, oh how,
And letting me continue to talk like this, wow...

So many have risen to the challenge tonight,
that my fingertips burn like a plane crash in flight,
but there's always another great poet insight...
and to stop responding, oh boy what a fight...

What I'm really trying to express, to let everyone know,
is that each one of us, truely, has put on a show,
that would inspire anyone to come, and just simply flow...
and watch from their own hearts, poetry grow...

Thank you each and everyone, who continues to post...
KNow that everyday I check this thread,
and To anyone, I will raise my glass in a toast!
With anyone who cares to rhyme with me...
A response, guarenteed, you will see!

At this moment, I'm taking a slight break,
a few minutes, an few hours, could be the break that I take,
But Please, continue, to talk... if just for my sake...
And of course, keeping it in rhyme,
is the iceing on the cake.