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Rhymes and Reasons
Rhymes and Reasons
Rhymes and Reasons
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Rhymes and Reasons

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Poems and related stories in which you may recognize yourself. Deep, warm and funny, this work is the perfect gift for special occasions.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherBookBaby
Release dateAug 31, 2015
ISBN9780473307080
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    Rhymes and Reasons - Yvonne Dinkelbach

    Yvonne Dinkelbach asserts her moral right to be identified as the author of this work under the terms of Section 96 of the Copyright Act of 1994 (New Zealand). All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be produced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher.

    Yvonne Dinkelbach

    2015

    ISBN 978-0-473-30706-6 (Paperback)

    ISBN 978-0-473-30707-3 (ePub)

    ISBN 978-0-473-30708-0 (Mobi)

    Editor: Jenny Argante

    Print and ebook versions distributed by Oceanbooks Ltd

    PO BOX 1475 MOUNT MAUNGANUI SOUTH

    BAY OF PLENTY 3149 NEW ZEALAND-AOTEAROA

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    Contents

    Poems are Feelings (Front cover)

    Introduction

    The Changing World of Poetry

    About this book

    Just Another Day

    Mystery Man

    The Botox Babe

    The Gossip Reader

    The Celebrity

    The Pain of the Cougar

    Tigers and Cougars

    Optic Moments

    The Fear Factor

    Flight Fright

    Don’t Worry (too much)

    Um . . . Eh . . . How’s That?

    Aroma Therapy

    Daydreaming 1

    Daydreaming 2

    Optic Moments - Twilight Years

    Life’s Four Seasons

    It All Depends 1

    It All Depends 2

    Insomnia

    Not a Word was Spoken

    To Rhyme or not to Rhyme

    Numbers Aplenty

    Numbers Aplenty

    A Mother’s Pain

    Pills or Poems

    Peace, Please

    Weeds and Seeds

    Heartless or Mindless

    Nana’s Advice

    Teenage Despair

    Why? Why? Why?

    Taste Buds

    Contemplation

    Unrequited Love

    Love at First Sight

    No Future – No Free Will

    Secret Passion Confession

    From Attraction to Affection

    The Female Psyche

    The Rat

    Happy with your Lot

    Decision Time

    Who Knows?

    Get Up and Go

    In Memory of our Cats

    In Memory of our Budgie

    In Memory of our Dogs

    No Reincarnation Please

    Speedway Fantasy

    Please Make Sure

    Message From Heaven?

    Depression

    Own Up!

    Poetry All Sorts

    Optic Moments – Park Bench

    I am Going To

    Just Do It

    Love Lost

    Time to Leave

    Tea on the Terrace

    Freedom of Thought

    No Resolutions

    About the Author

    Cheerful or Solemn

    Introduction

    While clearing out drawers and cupboards I came across poems I had written many years ago.

    I began writing poetry when I was a teenager in love. That’s what inspired me. It is hard to explain but ever since, at certain times of the year, I get the urge to expose my soul in rhyme. Someone’s story can set me off, too. While I am listening the idea for a poem already takes shape in my mind.

    I have mostly seen my writing as a hobby, although friends, family and my husband, himself an author, have always encouraged me to publish my poems.

    I never know how it will turn out when I start to write a poem or how long it will take before I am reasonably satisfied with the end result. Sometimes, when the urge gets hold of me, I might even turn out three poems in a week. Although changing, adding and deleting, even months later, is part of the normal process. Then, after I have shared my poems with others, they usually finish up in a drawer, while I take a break.

    As I lived my first nineteen years in Holland, my earliest poems were written in Dutch. Then my husband and I followed family to Tasmania and settled there. Somehow many of our belongings and some of my poetry went missing during our move to Australia.

    During the years we lived in Tasmania our children were born. Peace went out the window and I can’t remember writing one poem during those hectic years.

    When the children were older, we decided to move to Sydney, where we lived for a number of years. Then Don, my husband, was engaged by a mining company to explore the Australian Continent. We drove through the outback in a Land Rover towing a caravan. Inspired by the scenery, the urge returned and I began to write again. As we were always on the move, poems, letters, books and many other items got lost during those years too.

    Years later we returned to Holland so the children could finally meet grandparents, uncles, aunts and other relatives. We stayed for about ten years, and then got itchy feet again. We had seen films about New Zealand and we simply had to check it out, and now we have lived here for over two decades.

    Again friends and family have encouraged me to publish the poems I have retrieved, and those written while living here before they get lost too. So I have finally succumbed and decided to become a published poet.

    The Changing World of Poetry

    Someone told me, Rhyming is out! We have moved on from Shakespeare and Lord Byron. There has been a renaissance and poets are now encouraged to go from rhyme to narrative and the avant-garde. Rhyming is too restrictive.

    That might well be the case, but it is a well-known fact that poems composed in rhyme still appeal to all ages. Children in particular are fascinated by rhyme. Once I was reading children’s poetry to five- and six-year-olds. They loved it, and then I presented them with some verses that did not rhyme. They were not impressed.

    That is just a story one little girl piped up. The other children loudly agreed with her. Children don’t know anything about the ins and outs of writing poetry, but they do know what they like best.

    I greatly admire the poetic work of scholars whose literary skills are the envy of every aspiring poet and who mostly use the contemporary narrative style. They deserve acclaim.

    However, too often, I am

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