Ah! That should do it. And it almost rhymes.Quote:
Originally Posted by Drkshadow03
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Ah! That should do it. And it almost rhymes.Quote:
Originally Posted by Drkshadow03
I volunteer for castration. I rarely rhyme in my own poetry, yet... SOLIDARITY?!?!?
Hand me the scalpel....
*Hands scalpel over with a nervous shiver, thinks about running yet remains, stoic even unto the death of this genetic line
Just be gentle? Can castration be gentle?
It depends where they stick the result.Quote:
Originally Posted by islandclimber
I have no objection with rhyming and in fact i still enjoy the rhyme when i studied as a child during my nursery days and i feel nostalgic about the days when i had to rot beautifully versified, metered rhymes and today in my adulthood i am told to believe rhyme is unimportant. Yet i do not want to agree that rhymes to be totally given a zero score. There are competent writers who has the dexterity to write beautiful rhymes at no expense of theme and the philosophy.
Yes, and so should poets who write in free verse.
Because in English rhyme draws attention to itself more than I assume it does in French or Italian (nobody accused Racine or Dante of writing pantomime verse) it tends to be rather comical in effect. And there is some wonderful comic verse depending on the use of rhyme:
He thus became immensely rich
And built a splendid mansion which
Is called The Cedars, Muswell Hill
Where he resides in affluence still
To show what everybody might
Become by simply doing right. (Hilaire Belloc)
The clunky rhymes on the weak words (which, still, might) highlight the utter smugness of the sentiments which are being sent up. Brilliant.
of course it can!Quote:
Originally Posted by islandclimber
Snaps on latex gloves, a spot of gel and a surgical mask.
'Ankles together Mr Islandclimber. That's good. Now just let your knees slowly fall away. What's that? You need to calm your nerves? Nurse just lodge a spoon firmly between his teeth will you we seem to have run out of whiskey.....'
Or.. sit on the high chair with the hole in the middle...
I piss off people when I write
And let my drivel show.
I like to tick 'em off and might
Decide to drop some more tonight
And cover them in rhymes to 'white'
Like streets in cozy snow.
Double scalpel, no whiskeyQuote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
:lol::lol::lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by Delta40
Well, I can't rhyme, but I have enjoyed much poetry in the past that does, like this:
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
All things are beautiful in their time. Like rhyme :) Hear-tell the accordian's makin' a comback in newly released pop. Just last year ... who knew? May be the sympathy factor, following the mass castration of accordian men over the last several years.
Any reasons why you think so?Quote:
Originally Posted by Jassy Melson
How is one supposed to write if everything else is telling not to?
How does one cross? oh I know there is a zebra crossing, poor zebra, it is more flabs of paint thrown across for shine effect.
Does the mind really think that painting strips white, that reminds prison suits, one is safe from crossing?
who is the genuis behind the white strips? What a donk!
Who is anyone to tell anybody how other should write? what right have they got?