sparklebutch

I never studied poetry; I just wrote it. Yesterday I sat with

ceruleancat and she gave me proper meters and I doodled of them.

Iambic Pentameter: test #1, no plot, no seriousness

By morning light the poet walked away;
Around the lake and in the morning light.
His mind was made, his will you cannot sway
By evening time he'll make a wrong to right.
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The blushing bride, this bride's another man's;
But heart and mind to him alone belong.
Her hand be taken not by his own hands
And she'll be gone from sight before too long.
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Another man will hold her in the night,
Her innocence will not be his to pluck.
But strong, decisive, he intends to fight
Because it's her he really wants to fuck.
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====Then there was chat:============

Iambic, dedicated to Mary & Son:

A child is playing baseball in the yard
Behind his mother's cheering very hard
He'd like to show the world he's not a 'tard
But really he just wants to play his cards
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Cat wanted something with apple, and I've been reading around Discordianism for a couple of days now:

A golden apple in a Goddess' hand;
She of Discord, she of discontent.
Confusion she hath come to strew and spread
Among three goddesses with three big heads.

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Now testing the 4-3-4-3 and the changing of those in middle, which was explained to me but I forgot:

A nymph is naked in a bath;
Of that we all rejoice
We walk so hushed upon a path
We scarcely make a voice.

She's in a lake;
She's coming out!
She's on a rock
She starts to shout,

You pervy voyeuristic thugs!
You're fetishizing us nymphettes!
You'll get no kisses and no hugs!
You're doomed to have such awful fates!

She's nature in a human form
Her form is oh so pleasing
But now we run from lightning bolts
And every hair is frizzing.

Do not mess with fairest nymph;
She's mostly unforgiving.
And we'll all pay in Hades
For all our sad misgivings.

===bah===another try====

Trimeter

Writing poetry is hard,
Of that I can attest.
But this was meant to be all fun
And not a bloody test.

I'll try and try, and try again,
That is the way to win.
But now is time to go to bed,
And so I call this FIN.

And then I went to sleep.

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The Thale of Tell of Tehulal
In green mishdaf upon the khal
It talked to me and so it said
The voice of Mozan in my head:

She's lif da ton upon the maze
And suddenly she is amazed
In lif mishdaf that's on the khal
In myriad commons Tehulal