Dear Angeline

[eagleyez]

For Angeline-

She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't
look back.
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't
look back.
She can take the dark out of the nighttime, and paint the
daytime black.

You will start out standing proud to steal her anything she
sees.
You will start out standing proud to steal her anything she
sees.
But you'll wind up peeking through her keyhole down upon
your knees.

She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall.
She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall.
She's nobody's child, the Law can't touch her at all.

She wears an Egyptian ring that sparkles before she speaks.
She wears an Egyptian ring that sparkles before she speaks.
She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique.

Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday
comes.
Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday
comes.
For Halloween give her a trumpet, and for Christmas, buy her
a drum.


"She Belongs to Me"

~Bobby~

Love is the Poem, the poem is love.



(my dear).

 

[ruminator]

hey,...I think you just added some culture to this thread.

nice...

how're ya doing ee?

 

[Angeline]

For Angeline-

She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't
look back.
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't
look back.
She can take the dark out of the nighttime, and paint the
daytime black.

You will start out standing proud to steal her anything she
sees.
You will start out standing proud to steal her anything she
sees.
But you'll wind up peeking through her keyhole down upon
your knees.

She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall.
She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall.
She's nobody's child, the Law can't touch her at all.

She wears an Egyptian ring that sparkles before she speaks.
She wears an Egyptian ring that sparkles before she speaks.
She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique.

Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday
comes.
Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday
comes.
For Halloween give her a trumpet, and for Christmas, buy her
a drum.


"She Belongs to Me"

~Bobby~

Love is the Poem, the poem is love.



(my dear).

Yes I do and yes it is.

es and es

 

[eagleyez]

hey,...I think you just added some culture to this thread.

nice...

how're ya doing ee?

Hiya friend, Im doing quite well thanks.

My best hopes are, that you are as well.

Its a marvelous night, the heat breaks and the breeze perks up my bones.

(Craggy as they may be.)

Im not throwin in the dime any time soon.

 

[ruminator]

Hiya friend, Im doing quite well thanks.

My best hopes are, that you are as well.

Its a marvelous night, the heat breaks and the breeze perks up my bones.

(Craggy as they may be.)

Im not throwin in the dime any time soon.

It must still be somewhere in the eighties here. The only breeze we get is when the cruisers go flying by on the domestic disputes down the road.

heh....there might be something to this global warming. I say Rove is at fault for that too,...somehow.

 

[eagleyez]

It must still be somewhere in the eighties here. The only breeze we get is when the cruisers go flying by on the domestic disputes down the road.

heh....there might be something to this global warming. I say Rove is at fault for that too,...somehow.

We get the Bat, the local busline. (Bangor Area Transit.)

Kicks quite a breeze if your out checking the mail or something roadside.

Wintertime, it flings snow at you.

One of the driver's looks a bit like this Rove fella.

 

[ruminator]

We get the Bat, the local busline. (Bangor Area Transit.)

Kicks quite a breeze if your out checking the mail or something roadside.

Wintertime, it flings snow at you.

One of the driver's looks a bit like this Rove fella.

That setting always reminds me of the Chevy Chase movie from long ago, Funny Farm. The mailunatic drove that loud old truck and threw the mail out without slowing down.



If it attatches, here's a good Rove

 

[CharleyH]

Fun in the park sounds so dirty.

You forgot to take a shower

( i would say something much dirtier if I was not so god damn polite tonight!)

So happy this thread got away from me

 

[ruminator]

You forgot to take a shower

( i would say something much dirtier if I was not so god damn polite tonight!)

So happy this thread got away from me

What was the original question?

.....no, no,....wait,......never mind.



fun thread, though

 

[CharleyH]

What was the original question?

.....no, no,....wait,......never mind.



fun thread, though

I am sure it was Dear Angeline, how do we know a perverted iambic pentametre when we see one

 

[Angeline]

What was the original question?

.....no, no,....wait,......never mind.



fun thread, though

We (or me or all of you) are supposed to explain why metrics are poetic to Charley. Personally, I think I failed miserably because all I said was think of the sonnet like music, which is sort of a cop out. Fooly was much more helpful, but he knows his form poetry, as does Lauren.

I have read a lot about meter and form but it never means anything to me outside the context of a poem. I have read Sapphic verse (and actually written one poem in it), which is the weirdest, most complicated form I know, metrically speaking. In Sapphic verse each line is eleven syllables grouped in five feet of varying metrical stress/unstress patterns--the first, fourth and fifth are trochees, the second a spondee, and the third a dactyl. So what does that mean? lol.

It means this.

Sappho 31

He seems to me, that man, almost a god—
the man, who is face to face with you,
sitting close enough to you to hear
your sweet whispering

And your laughter, glistening, which
the heart in my breast beats for.
For when on you I glance, I do not,
not one sound, emit.

But my tongue snaps, lightly
runs beneath my flesh a flame,
and from my eyes no light, and rumbling
comes into my ears,

And my skin grows damp, and trembling
all over racks me, and greener than the grass
am I, and one step short of dying
I seem to myself.

Just beautiful, incredible poetry. I just read it aloud and listen to the rhythm of the sounds and make up new words with the same sounds. I write by ear.

 

[Liar]

Hummmm.... Didja ever get to the botton of what Charley was talking about when she said triambs? Figured it must be triple meter.

Here's a little something I wrote about it a while ago:

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What's meter? It's two things. The length of your line and the elelments the line is made up from. You often rear about pentameter and octameter. Those are lines that are made out of five (penta) or eight (I think, can't remember what "octa" means) units, groups of syllables, called "meters". Depending on the rhythm of hard and sort (referred to as stressed and unstressed) syllables, those have different names.


Double meter
Iambs - one stressed, one unstressed (I want - to kiss - your butt - but you - say no)
Trochees - one unstressed, one stressed (Sometimes - I go - out and - crash a - party)
Spondees - two stressed syllables (can't make a line with those, not very common)

Triple meter
Dactyls - one stressed, two unstressed (Eat all the - cake you can - pile on a - plate, baby)
Anapests - two unstressed, one stressed (I will Eat - all the cake - I can pile - on a plate)
Amphibrachs - one unstressed, one stressed, one unstressed (a fellow - from Sydney - donated - his kidney)


I'm guessing that there are one or two more combinations of triple meters, but you can probably figure those out by yourself. There should be a fourth kind of double meter too, with two unstressed syllables, but I can't find info on it. Maybe those are always seen as parts of triple meters?

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So...why are those poetic? No reason really. Except they sound good. If you have a poem that is consistent in one of those meters, it flows on really nicely and rolls easily off the tongue. The content of the poem can still be crappy doggerel, but IMnsHO, poetry is 75% message, 75% elocution and, 75% delivery. So if you have a nice flow, you've come a long way.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

I'm guessing that there are one or two more combinations of triple meters, but you can probably figure those out by yourself. There should be a fourth kind of double meter too, with two unstressed syllables, but I can't find info on it. Maybe those are always seen as parts of triple meters?

This was on the link The Fool posted on the first page of this thread:

Disyllables
- pyrrhus or dibrach: two short syllables
- iamb: Consisting of a short syllable followed by a long one, or of an unaccented syllable followed by an accented; as, an iambic foot.
- trochee or choree: A metrical foot of two syllables, the first long and the second short, as in the Latin word ante, or the first accented and the second unaccented, as in the English word motion; a choreus.
- spondee: A poetic foot of two long syllables

Trisyllables
- tribrach: short-short-short
- anapest: short-short-long
- amphibrach: short-long-short
- bacchius: short-long-long
- dactyl: long-short-short
- amphimacer or cretic: long-short-long
- antibacchius: long-long-short
- molossus: long-long-long

Tetrasyllables
- tetrabrach or proceleusmatic: short-short-short-short
- quartus paeon: short-short-short-long
- tertius paeon: short-short-long-short
- minor ionic, or double iamb: short-short-long-long
- secundus paeon: short-long-short-short
- diamb: short-long-short-long
- antispast: short-long-long-short
- first epitrite: short-long-long-long
- primus paeon: long-short-short-short
- choriamb: long-short-short-long
- ditrochee: long-short-long-short
- second epitrite: long-short-long-long
- major ionic: long-long-short-short
- third epitrite: long-long-short-long
- fourth epitrite: long-long-long-short
- dispondee: long-long-long-long

 

[Liar]

Neato.

How about monosyllables? Don't they have fancy names too?

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Neato.

How about monosyllables? Don't they have fancy names too?

They're wildcards.

 

[Angeline]

Hummmm.... Didja ever get to the botton of what Charley was talking about when she said triambs? Figured it must be triple meter.

Here's a little something I wrote about it a while ago:

--------------------------------

What's meter? It's two things. The length of your line and the elelments the line is made up from. You often rear about pentameter and octameter. Those are lines that are made out of five (penta) or eight (I think, can't remember what "octa" means) units, groups of syllables, called "meters". Depending on the rhythm of hard and sort (referred to as stressed and unstressed) syllables, those have different names.


Double meter
Iambs - one stressed, one unstressed (I want - to kiss - your butt - but you - say no)
Trochees - one unstressed, one stressed (Sometimes - I go - out and - crash a - party)
Spondees - two stressed syllables (can't make a line with those, not very common)

Triple meter
Dactyls - one stressed, two unstressed (Eat all the - cake you can - pile on a - plate, baby)
Anapests - two unstressed, one stressed (I will Eat - all the cake - I can pile - on a plate)
Amphibrachs - one unstressed, one stressed, one unstressed (a fellow - from Sydney - donated - his kidney)


I'm guessing that there are one or two more combinations of triple meters, but you can probably figure those out by yourself. There should be a fourth kind of double meter too, with two unstressed syllables, but I can't find info on it. Maybe those are always seen as parts of triple meters?

-----------------------------

So...why are those poetic? No reason really. Except they sound good. If you have a poem that is consistent in one of those meters, it flows on really nicely and rolls easily off the tongue. The content of the poem can still be crappy doggerel, but IMnsHO, poetry is 75% message, 75% elocution and, 75% delivery. So if you have a nice flow, you've come a long way.

I just woke up, so maybe it's me but I'm coming up with 225%.

 

[flyguy69]

I just woke up, so maybe it's me but I'm coming up with 225%.

Must be that Swedish math. Only 17% of people understand it.

 

[Angeline]

Must be that Swedish math. Only 17% of people understand it.

That explains it. I'm in the 83%. Or is it the 208%?

 

[Liar]

I just woke up, so maybe it's me but I'm coming up with 225%.

That's poetry for ya. Like regular writin. Only, like, more.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

The problem with you people is that your minds are bound to Euclidean space.

 

[Angeline]

The problem with you people is that your minds are bound to Euclidean space.

Some of us are Vulcans.

 

[Angeline]

That's poetry for ya. Like regular writin. Only, like, more.

And sometimes less. Go figure...

 

[Guest]

dear angeline,

you're a cool poet-type chick. i likes you a lot


best wishes,
neonurotic


ps can you bring back your bikini babe av?

 

[Liar]

And sometimes less. Go figure...

Didn't you get the memo? Less IS more.

 

[flyguy69]

The problem with you people is that your minds are bound to Euclidean space.

Leave to Lauren to find bondage in geometry. I'll bet you were the teacher's pet!