Dear Angeline

CharleyH said:
I am certain that I recall more than IAMBIC pentametres from poetry class. I may not know much, but I am certain there are triambic .... maybe not pentametres ... but triambic somethings :), and I know Dear Angeline, or the Dear Wicked One will know :D


And you two call yourselves poets? :D ;)

where is my stolen, high school poetry book :rose:

It all has to do with the number of syllables per line and the way you stress them. I can't tell you now though cause I'm leaving for a cultural experience (free concert in the park lol).

Later.
:kiss:
 
Jennifer C said:
Do you really need to practice? lol :eek:

*ouch*

Maybe that was misplaced sarcasm I felt stirring in my testosterone.


.....*grope*....Nope,....wasn't that.

:D
 
The_Fool said:
Here is one link I found on meter:

Meter


Ahhh, see what I mean about candy floss at a fair? So... so ... just on the inhale! And yet, with pockets empty ... sigh... :D

Thanks Fool, :kiss: I will check it out. I have a ton of poetry and poetry form books, and I know I learned about more than "iamb"s in high school. :) Though I am kinda old and subject to alzheimer's.
 
Angeline said:
It all has to do with the number of syllables per line and the way you stress them. I can't tell you now though cause I'm leaving for a cultural experience (free concert in the park lol).

Later.
:kiss:

If I didn't know better I'd take this to mean you consider us to be something less than a cultural experience.
;)

Have fun in the park

:rose:
 
Sounds like it just beats the hell out of a trip to WalMart.and WM is a den of deviance.

:D
 
ruminator said:
As one who sadly never considers this in writing, may I ask if it's possible to achieve without working at it?

...kind of like playing music by ear without reading the notes?
Sure it is. Let's look at your sentence "kind of like playing music by ear without reading the notes?" and iamb that up a lil. ...

Just like music play'd by ear, not reading notes?

The reason I didn't accent the word 'by' after the syllable 'ed' is because when said aloud, the ending of the word played can actually disappear into the accented syllable... Hell, just speak out loud and you will see.
 
ruminator said:
Sounds like it just beats the hell out of a trip to WalMart.and WM is a den of deviance.

:D

WalMart? Oh your a wild one Rumi!...lol... :eek:
 
champagne1982 said:
Sure it is. Let's look at your sentence "kind of like playing music by ear without reading the notes?" and iamb that up a lil. ...

Just like music play'd by ear, not reading notes?

The reason I didn't accent the word 'by' after the syllable 'ed' is because when said aloud, the ending of the word played can actually disappear into the accented syllable... Hell, just speak out loud and you will see.


Your words are music to my ears.

;)....and I am notably illiterate

:D

I can usually feel in the writing/reading when something is off balance. Sometimes I like to toss that extra off-beat in for fun.
 
Jennifer C said:
WalMart? Oh your a wild one Rumi!...lol... :eek:

Fervor builds at first glimpse
of signs and greeters happyfied
Eye candy on display in aisles
too narrow for passing touchlessly

No pervert here nor obscene freak
rather just a normal horny guy
that finds the pleasure intensified
of prior boring outings.

Summer swelters left behind
beyond lazy automatic doors
An atmosphere of decadence
transforming mothers into vixen

Dressed for scorching afternoons
lithely loose and short revealing
nonretail treasured packages
they gave up on concealing

Miles of aisles in every flavor
lady's graces cause me shivers
If needed look for me o'er there
tween the popsicles and nipples.


:D
 
ruminator said:
Fervor builds at first glimpse
of signs and greeters happyfied
Eye candy on display in aisles
too narrow for passing touchlessly

No pervert here nor obscene freak
rather just a normal horny guy
that finds the pleasure intensified
of prior boring outings.

Summer swelters left behind

beyond lazy automatic doors
An atmosphere of decadence
transforming mothers into vixen

Dressed for scorching afternoons
lithely loose and short revealing
nonretail treasured packages
they gave up on concealing

Miles of aisles in every flavor
lady's graces cause me shivers
If needed look for me o'er there
tween the popsicles and nipples.


:D

Oh wow Rumi...You really are a wild one! :catroar:

I Love this... :rose:
 
Jennifer C said:
Oh wow Rumi...You really are a wild one! :catroar:

I Love this... :rose:

;)

This has to be a fairly common experience for others, besides me.

.....heh,....maybe not,....I am kind of a freak, in a nonthreatening kind of way.
 
Lauren Hynde said:
Explain to me how in the world one knows - perfect iambic pentameter. :D


see, I thought I was getting it, but this is not how I would have stressed these words...

Explain to me how in the world one knows

but I think the "to me" and "in the" are read squished more like one syllable in spoken language, hmm.
 
annaswirls said:
see, I thought I was getting it, but this is not how I would have stressed these words...

Explain to me how in the world one knows

but I think the "to me" and "in the" are read squished more like one syllable in spoken language, hmm.


You just talk funny.... :D
 
The siren of piped in musak plays its dulcet tones
to seduce me into spending more than credit cards
allow when accounting firms determine
just how much you're worth. Out there in the real world
everything that matters seems to trickle down
in droplets of saline and electrolyte
between my breasts until I find my way inside.

There I find escape from all my outside woes,
the environmentally-controlled-halogen-lit
aisles lure me on into the heart of clever
merchandising. The bathmats in their array
of rainbow plush upholstery, for your toilet,
just across the way from another rainbow
of icy sweetness calling forth my tongue.

The goosebumps rise on flesh exposed between
ribs and pelvic ridge as I respond to hot desire
and lift up on my toes. Nipples pressed to glass
as my heated breath frosts the crystal barrier
between my touch and my jewel-toned treasures.
I turn to you to plead assistance in fulfilling
my needs in ways only a man of such stature can.

Can you get those Popsicles down for me?
 
champagne1982 said:
The siren of piped in musak plays its dulcet tones
to seduce me into spending more than credit cards
allow when accounting firms determine
just how much you're worth. Out there in the real world
everything that matters seems to trickle down
in droplets of saline and electrolyte
between my breasts until I find my way inside.

There I find escape from all my outside woes,
the environmentally-controlled-halogen-lit
aisles lure me on into the heart of clever
merchandising. The bathmats in their array
of rainbow plush upholstery, for your toilet,
just across the way from another rainbow
of icy sweetness calling forth my tongue.

The goosebumps rise on flesh exposed between
ribs and pelvic ridge as I respond to hot desire
and lift up on my toes. Nipples pressed to glass
as my heated breath frosts the crystal barrier
between my touch and my jewel-toned treasures.
I turn to you to plead assistance in fulfilling
my needs in ways only a man of such stature can.

Can you get those Popsicles down for me?

yes....YES....YESSSSSSS


*whew*....they're a tad drippy now.

;)
 
ruminator said:
If I didn't know better I'd take this to mean you consider us to be something less than a cultural experience.
;)

Have fun in the park

:rose:

I consider you all to be my family. :D
 
Lauren Hynde said:
Fun in the park sounds so dirty. :catroar:


Not when you consider the mosquitos and black flies.

And too bad, lol. It's really beautiful there.

Maybe in the fall if it's not too cold. I'll just drag ee behind the crabapple tree. :D
 
Angeline said:
Not when you consider the mosquitos and black flies.

And too bad, lol. It's really beautiful there.

Maybe in the fall if it's not too cold. I'll just drag ee behind the crabapple tree. :D

LOL which is worse? I think deer flies :D
 
CharleyH said:
LOL which is worse? I think deer flies :D

I smelled like a citronella candle from the stuff I had slathered on to keep the skeeters away (well until about ten minutes ago cause I showered). I think that was worse.
 
Angeline said:
I consider you all to be my family. :D

well,...well,....well.... If it isn't the cultured one.

;)

What's the old saying about women and flowers and culture and sex

You can lead a horticulture but you can't make her think.

:D
 
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