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ClerihewThe Clerihew is a form of comic verse invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley, and championed by his friend, the novelist Gilbert Keith Chesterton. It consists of four lines of irregular length, rhymed AABB, or two uneven couplets, if you prefer to think of it that way.
Clerihews are almost always biographical, and the first line usually consists solely of the subject's name, perhaps the most famous example being:
Sir Christopher Wren
Said, "I am going to dine with some men.
If anyone calls,
Say I am designing St Paul's."
They may also be about a non-human subject:
The art of Biography
Is different from Geography,
Geography is about maps,
But Biography is about chaps.
Or, indeed, about a fictional ch
Ottava Rima is an eight-line form, originally Italian, having either eleven syllables per line or a line of iambic pentameter—the commonly accepted English use of the form being iambic pentameter.
The rhyme scheme is A-B-A-B-A-B-C-C, which is a moderately rigorous rhyme scheme. This makes ottava rima an excellent stepping-stone toward writing sonnets.
The earliest known use of ottava rima is in the works of Giovanni Boccaccio, who wrote several minor poems in the form and then used it as a stanza form in several of his longer works. This act propelled ottava rima to the primary form for epic poetry in Italy for roughly two centuries.
Ottava rima is relatively unpopular in English literature ; several works have been produced by Romantic poets such as Shelly and Lord Byron.
We shall leave you to your writing after an example from Don Juan by Lord Byron :
"Go, little book, from this my solitude!
Rondel, Rondel Prime
* A note: In my studies of these forms (Rondeau, Rondel, Rondelet, Roundel, Rondine, etc) it becomes increasingly clear that there is little accurate information. To the best of my knowledge, this is accurate although I had to wade through acres of mislabeled works and forms to accumulate this much. Keep in mind that most definitions of these forms are rather broad and ambiguous due to the fact most people think the forms are all interchangeable or there is only one or two forms for all these different names. The truth, as I have discovered it, is rather drastically different.
The Rondel is a French style of lyrical poetry that is made up of two quatrains followed by a quintet. This gives us a total of 13 lines (that can be of any length) to contain the two rhymes that follow a scheme of: ABba abAB abbaA where A and B are the refrains.
The following is an exam
The Bref Double
The bref double is a French form. It is similar to the sonnet, but it need not be written in iambic pentameter (it can be in tetrameter, hexameter, or any other meter you prefer). The rhyme scheme is also different from a sonnet. The bref double contains three quatrains (four-line stanzas) followed by a final couplet.
The x standing for a line that doesn't rhyme with any of the other lines.
With crystal rain, the sky is filled
with diamond flakes that swirl and dance
to tunes that they alone may know,
unheeded by the ears of man.
The northern winds play havoc with
mere mortal plans, as drifts now build
their buttresses of pristine white
as if to mark some hidden plan.
This land is decorated, chilled,
and sealed for all to gaze with joy;
see all the children laugh, so thrilled
to witness Mother Nature's show!
Though my intent lies thwarted, killed,
my smile grows broad at so much snow!
The conachlann is a simple bardic form of chain verse. The last word of one line, starts as the first word of the next line. You have a bit of slight leeway, as you will see in the examples. This is a medieval Irish poetic form.
Amergin's invocation of Ireland is a very famous conachlann.
Ailim iath n-erend
Ermac muir motach
Motach sliab sreatach
Sreatach coill ciotach
Ciotach ab eascach
Easach loc lindmar
Lindmar tor tiopra
Tiopra tuath aenach
Aenach righ teamra
Teamair tor tuatach
Tuata mac milead
Mile long libearn
Libearn ard Ere
Ere ard diclass
Eber dond digbas
Diceadal ro gaet
Ro gaet ban breissi
Breissi ban buaich
[Be nadbail heriu]
Herimon or tus [hir]
hir Eber ailseas
Ailim iath n-erend
(The poem translated, translator was unattributed on the web)
I invoke the land of Eire:
much coursed by the fertile sea.
Fertile is the fruit-strewn mountain
fruit strewn by the showery wood showery is the river of waterfalls
Made famous by the greek poetess Sappho of Lesbos, c 600 BC - the Sapphic stanza is a metric poetic form spanning 4 lines.
The form has 3 hendecasyllabic lines - Each consisting of the following metric feet: trochee, trochee, dactyl, trochee, trochee
The fourth, concluding line has a Dactyl followed by a Trochee - this last line is known as the Adonic or Adonean line.
A brief note on the metric feet used in Sapphic Verse -
A Trochee is a two syllable foot, which follows a 'DAH-dah' rhythm
A Dactyl is a three syllable foot, which follows a 'DAH-dah-dah' rhythm
'Sapphics' by Algernon Charles Swinburne
Saw the white implacable Aphrodite,
Saw the hair unbound and the feet unsandalled
Shine as fire of sunset on western waters;
Saw the reluctant. . .
to show the metric pattern -
SAW the / WHITE im- / PLACable / APHro- / DIte
SAW the / HAIR un- / BOUND and the / FEET un- / SANDalled
SHINE as / FIRE of / SUNset on / WESTe
Sotades invented palindromes in Greek-ruled Egypt, back in the 3rd century BC. In fact, palindromes were once known as "Sotadic verses." He was thrown into the sea (wrapped in lead) by King Ptolemy II, for insulting the king in one of his verses.
They were quite popular in the 1800's, but have not shared much popularity since around the 1930's.
Palindrome comes from the Greek words "palin" (again or back) and "dramein" (to run). So if you read that backwards, it translates loosely into "to run back."
The palindrome simply reads the same forwards and backwards, usually with a central focal point from where it begins to read backwards. There are several ways to write palindrome poems, three are presented here, along with examples.
1. It can be read backwards, with the same words, such as the example below.
by Paula Brown
Passionate always, forging forward.
Unquiet rage screams
The glosa is an early Renaissance form that was developed by poets of the Spanish court in the 14th and 15th centuries. In a glosa, tribute is paid to another poet. The opening quatrain, called a cabeza, is by another poet, and each of their four lines are imbedded elsewhere in the glosa.
The opening quatrain is followed by four stanzas, each of which is generally ten lines long, that elaborate or "glosses" on the cabeza chosen. Each ending line (10th line) of the four following stanzas is taken from the cabeza.
The usual rhyme scheme of a glosa is final word rhyming of the 6th, 9th and the borrowed 10th lines.
Irish Pride and Prejudice
(Glosa verse by Darren Anderson)
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountain start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
In memory of W.B. Yeats
A putrid scene of civil conflict
returns without regret,
festering in dead hearts,
lacking the fortitude to forgive.
Waiting, we long for
An acrostic poem is created by arranging the first letter of each line so that they flow in alphabetical order, or form a word or phrase. Rhyme and meter aren't issues in this style of poetry, which causes some to consider it not poetry at all. Also, the only set length is that of what you choose to represent with the first letters. However, it's been around for thousands of years. This style was common among the Greeks and derived from the Greek words akros, "at the end," and stichos, "line". It was used by Latin playwrights and Medieval monks; it was popular in the Middle High German and Italian renaissance periods. If it please ya, learn more from the links below.
Mounting the sky, higher and higher;
Oblivious to we who dwell below;
Only she feels the warmth of the sun
Now that he has set.
The subject of this poem is the "moon", as indicated by the bolded letters.
Burning Sky - Chapter 03- Who’s that, John?
- No one. – He replied with a dry voice - Come here please, Harry – John whispered to Harry, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the back door.
- No, John – Harry stood in place, petrified – I’d like to meet your sister!! – He fled from John and walked over her – Hello, I’m Harry! I’m friends with your brother… You’re very cute, what’s your name?
- The spell has been cast; I was too late – said John dramatically to himself.
- My name is Alexa – She said as her black cat showed up from inside and asked to be carried by her. Alexa picked up the animal and held it in her arms. – Want some orange juice, Harry?
- Sure!! Thank you! – He replied, hearts in his eyes.
- Come in. – Every word she said had no emotion at all, she seemed cold as stone, but for Harry it was as if she was glowing from beauty. John’s
Muted Experiments Ch. 4 [SCP - 049 x Mute! Reader] More thingy things!
U/ID = User ID
You fidget in your seat, events of the past three weeks racing circles in your head. The silence from above weighing down on you like bricks. Everyday you expected to hear something from them about your previous reports, but they ignore everything you send them. Your computer chimes, making you glance up in surprise.
???: Secure server engaged.
(U/ID): Who is this?
???: That is irrelevant. I am making an offer.
(U/ID): What kind, and why?
While they take the time to respond, you run a background scan to find out where the messages originate from.
???: An offer to keep you in the loop. I have what you want, all y
Vore Narrative Prompt #4 - Relationships in VoreRemember to read the rules first! If you didn't bother, it isn't my fault:
Summary: Write a story about a personal relationship formed or affected by vore of any variety. Preferably the relationship would take place between predator and prey, but could instead be between predator and observer and prey and observer (so long as at least one person is participating in vore and the other is effected by it). The relationship may be platonic, romantic, sexual, family, business, enemies, or any type of relationship you can think of. The story may be of any length, setting and genre as long as the focus is the relationship between two characters, and how it is effected by their participation in vore.
Example: "Even though I knew this angered him, I would keep my friend in my stomach to feel in control of him."
Sealed With My Kiss Chapter 4Sealed With My Kiss
"...Why are you here Rai?" I walk back to my bed sat down at the edge with ym back still facing him.
"I came cause i heard what happened to your Pokemon Arcanine...right?" I bite the bottom of my lip "It's none of your business, now please leave...I want to be alone." I lay sideways put my covers over me to cover my head I didn't want him to see me this way.
"...Allison." It was silent I thought he was gone but I was wrong cause my bed edge went down some so he must of sat down where was laying hiding under my covers "You shouldn't be hidding out like this. I know it's hard losing your friend and partner...think about it, Arcanine wouldn't want you to be this way."
I close my eye's tightly tears slide down my cheek, push my cover's off me surprising Rai tackling him to the floor hugging him while crying on him, it was like this for a while of me crying and him rubbing my back comforting me until my cries went down to hiccup sobs then I stop crying all together.
Spirit maker chapter 90 Because she is my friendSpirit maker chapter 90 Vendor vs edgar furius battle
Notice-Woah that s amazing i managed to write to 90th chapter of spirit maker that is really something haha but even so i dont really want that it pass over 100 want to make it less but oh well never mind so yeah as for the story vendor is finally ready to fight edgar for real this time whu will win only time can tell!
Finally vendor managed to come inside the base and beat all the bandits around him unitil he meet edgar as they started their second battle as vendor said to him that this time he is going to win edgar laughted that how can vendor be shure that he has eny chance againts edgar but that didnt put vendor down because he showed how things where before witch changed now
as vendor showed his new side how he got stronger but edgar didnt really care about it what vendor said but then vendor tells him if he dont belive him that he should see it his strenght in real time afther that edgar heared he had an deal for him and
Melt My Frozen Heart Chapter TwoMelt My Frozen Heart
"Here's your breakfast Granny~" I put the plate of egg's and hash browns "Thank you deary." I smiled sat down across from Granny started eating my breakfast as will, when we finished I put our dishs in the sink cleaning them then helping Granny to the outside deck putting a shawl over her shoulder to keep her warm.
"You shouldn't worry about a old woman like me, deary. Why don't you go out?" I frown "But what about you Granny? I don't mind watching over you." she chuckled "Now, now child go out and make friend's."
Before I could argue even more she ushered me out so I listened to her, I didn't knwo what to do firstly so I walk around going to stand to stand seeing if I wanted to buy something I didn't do my stand today cause it was day off taking care of Granny but...Granny being Granny is being stubborn as always.
I didn't see anything I like so I wonder away from Seireitei which was a huge 'no, no' in my part but I always do this so it's no big deal nothing b
El diario de Laila: papa escapemonos.La pequeña saltó una roca y trepó por una zona donde la tierra se había blandecido tras la tormenta que había pasado por esa zona. Su cabello del color del sol ondeó a su espalda, atado en una prieta coleta y arrancando reflejos brillantes. No apoyaba sus manos en el suelo porque entre ellas llevaba algo. Logró llegar a la cima de la montaña en cuestión de segundos y ante ella se alzó el que llamaba "hogar".
Una muralla de unos diez metros de altura con dos enormes puertas marrones, siempre abiertas, le dieron la bienvenida. Dentro, gente transitaba por los caminos de piedra que habían acomodado de tal manera que no interrumpiese el paso de la naturaleza por el lugar. Los pasillos del que era el edificio principal estaban atestados de dryadas, quienes se asomaban curiosamente a los salones por el olor a libros viejos. Laila se detuvo frente a algunas de ellas que habían volteado a verla y les hizo una reverencia con una enorme
JOURNAL: Hello everyone XDHiya! As you can tell,this account is used by 4 people.*poitns at username*.Yeah,we picked our favorite Final Fantasy characters...except for Amy's..Jaycelynn messed up on that ^_^" Jaycelynn-Aeris Syrus-Rikku Amy-Ashe (it's actually Penelo..) Naomi-Selphie Okay,I'm Syrus,Rikku w\e.Frick!Jaycelynn woke me up...DAMN YOU!She called for some reason...got creeped out.Well I'm the only guy in the group.And NO!I'M NOT A PLAYER!! 'Cause Amy's my younger sister,she's like 12,I have an older siser,she wants to be called 'Kuroda'.and I'm 13.hahahaha.Naomi-chan is my girlfriend...people think SHE'S my sister since we look so alike...Jaycelynn says when we both wanna come over,only one of us can com eover..something like this"Yeah...Naomi\Sy is comin' over...no!You can't come over!You'll make out on my couch again!!!I don't wanna see you making out!....NO!I'M NOT JEALOUS BECUASE I CAN'T GET A DATE WITH THE GUY I LIKE!"Frick..another thing about me is that..well..I'm kinda girl crazy...^_^"..and If
SuenosEse día desperté llorando.
Eran apenas las 4 de la mañana y en menos de 5 minutos mi madre entro por la puerta para poderme consolar.
-¿Qué pasa mi hijo? ¿Por qué lloras?- dijo ella con esa voz dulce que usa para consolarme siempre que me encuentro asustado
-Me despertó él- logre decir con mi temerosa voz, apuntando hacia las sombras, una puerta que comúnmente llevaría a un mundo de ropa, mas no hoy. Hoy era la guarida del tan afamado Coco, un ser que se le conoce en muchos lugares por comer niños durante la noche.
-Ya veo, entonces iré a hablar seriamente con él-
-¡No!- grite sin pensarlo e inmediatamente ahogue otro grito por miedo a que el coco saliera de ese pequeño cuarto guiado por mi voz –No me dejes solo-
Al ver mi madre en mi rostro el miedo de quedarme solo esa noche. Solo estiro su cuelo girando la cabeza hacia la puerta de donde vino y grito “Héctor”, pocos segundos despu&
Irish Poetry -- Background and Information
The bard's spoken language lent itself to the natural rhythm and rhyme, and alliteration, consonance and repetition were very important to the Irish poet. Until the 5th Century, the only written form of Irish was Ogham, used only for carving into trees and gravestones. Therefore, poetry was oral, and based on sound structures so they would be easy to remember. When crafting medieval Irish poetry, remember that it is cyclical and the last line should end with the first syllable word or the complete line or thought, bringing it around again to the beginning.
Praise poetry was commonly practiced by the poets and there were various meters used, such as dán díreach ("straight or strict verse"). Poems were often sung to musical accompaniment. Some thought the bards had supernatural powers that came with their words. Satire, not to be confused with the modern form of satirical humor, was a poetic practice greatly feared. It was used to ridic
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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