About This Blog

Thank you for visiting my blog. It consists of over a thousand idea's played around by me since April 2011. I enjoy blogging and write whenever time needles me, mostly in the early hours of any morning.

ROPEY RHYME?
The name 'Ropey Rhyme' is a tongue in cheek title for a collection of odd rhymes created by me. However, since using the name I discovered that soldiers in the 1st World War wrote 'Ropey Rhymes' as a pass time between battles. I recommend anyone to read ‘Horrible Histories’: Frightful First World War By Terry Deary.

WATERLOO LASSO?
Waterloo Lasso is a name I chose because lasso rhymes my with my birth place Waterloo. Lasso's and lariat's are made of rope. So there you have it. Waterloo on London's South Bank is where I was roped in to become a London lad. The General Lying In Hospital'  is located in York Road Lambeth London opposite County Hall and a quick stroll to Waterloo Underground and Waterloo Station.

Some have said that my rhymes are clever. To me the truth is that rhymes are subject to use of language one writes in. Thankfully the Engllish language is clever and varied, so many beautiful words to play with and so many of these beauties rhyme.

I first discovered Roget's Thesaurus in the early 1970's. The word possibilities seemed endless and I actually did read Roget a hell of a lot and still regularly refer.

Naturally, I enjoy listening to rhymes and lyrics. Since a kid I have read and toyed with rhyme ideas particularly limericks. Limericks amused me much and enticed me to think in and eventually write in rhyme.

Attending a Roman Catholic school may be the reason I found Hilaire Belloc and as a perfect example of what I admire from him is:

The Microbe
The microbe is so very small
You cannot make him out at all
But many sanguine people hope
To see him through a microscope
His jointed tongue that lies beneath
A hundred curious rows of teeth
His seven tufted tails with lots
Of lovely pink and purple spots
On each of which a pattern stands
Composed of forty separate bands
His eyebrows of a tender green
All these have never yet been seen
But Scientists who ought to know
Assure us that they must be so
Oh! let us never, never, doubt
What nobody is sure about.

Edward Lear and Lewis Carroll also share in my opinion as Masters of Rhyme

From Edward Lear’s Complete Nonsense Book

There was an old man whose remorse
Induced him to drink Caper Sauce
For they said, “If I mixed up
with some cold claret cup”
It will certainly soothe your remorse


From Lewis Carroll’s Sylvie and Bruno

Is all our life then but a dream
Seen faintly in the golden gleam

Athwart Times dark restless stream
Bowed to the earth with bitter woe
Or laughing at some raree-show
We flutter idly to and fro
Man’s little day in haste we spend
and from its merry noontide send
No glance to meet the silent end.

Over the years by request, I have written gently mocking rhymes in dedication to people leaving jobs, birthdays, weddings, other special occasions or just plain faux pas incidents. So many rhymes written that I cannot truly give a good number. So I thought I might as well start keeping written records mainly to avoid repeating myself. There is also a hope that someday way into the future a descendant of mine may read these rhymes and gain insight into their ancestors, who knows?

I began blogging with Microsoft Front Page. I called it 'Poetry Passages' but there was a snag it was only visited by close family and the odd friend or acquaintance. I closed the web but carried on scribbling stuff down here and there. Thankfully I discovered 'BlogSpot’ and this made a big difference. Especially when coupled with Twitter and Google +. The real advantage for me is that this Blogspot requires no financial input from a lowly Strungout Rhymester.

So what else?
Have a good rummage and I hope you can spot the influences and emulations in and amongst the listings on the blog ‘Home Page’. Do I do it on my own? Not really, the idea that I might sit and profoundly ponder my muse is in my case absurd. I am sure that ideas are followed like route maps. Some journeys begin without plans or preparations ending up short-lived. I am beginning to feel that journeys once planned must follow sign posts, this allows alternative possibilities and corrections to be made. For me, the basic idea is part inspiration part knowledge and then comes the necessary (planning and Preparation) through research as follows:

Wikipedia Wikipedia Link
Oxford English Dictionaries Oxford Dictionaries Link
Roget's Thesaurus
RhymeZone RhymeZone Link
Walkers Rhyming Dictionary
Schirmers Complete Rhyming Dictionary

Various topical articles as found on the internet.
BBC News
The Daily Telegraph
The Guardian
Mail On Line
London Metro
New York Times
The Week
The Ode Less Travelled Stephen Fry (Pure Genius)

Overheard conversations: They say eavesdropping is a sinful activity but I disagree. If you are in earshot of people discussing things and you can clearly hear what they are saying then listen carefully you may discover a great idea to pursue.

Plagiarisms: (Oxford Dictionaries) The practice of taking someone else’s work or ideas and passing them off as one’s own.

Plagiarism is a dangerous weakness a definite theft and justifiably punishable by being forever ignored or worse.
Parodies: Imitation of work by others as a humorous send up or even a transcendent pathway to somewhere unintended by the original work.

What do I think poetry is? I don't have a glib answer to this question yet the more I read of others work I get the feeling that the psyche of humanity is writing letters to the future. These are questions based on current insights to be answered when new relevant information is available.

Thank you for reading if you got this far