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Would you please do a analysis of the famous "lik the bred" poem by reddit user poem_for_your_sprog?
my name is Cow, and wen its nite, or wen the moon is shiyning brite, and all the men haf gon to bed - i stay up late. i lik the bred.
"i lik the bred" is like maybe my favorite internet poem of all time! of course!
full scansion:
◡ – / ◡ – my name / is Cow, ◡ – / ◡ – and wen / its nite, ◡ – / ◡ – or wen / the moon ◡ – / ◡ – is shiy/ning brite, ◡ – / ◡ – and all / the men ◡ – / ◡ – haf gon / to bed- ◡ – / ◡ – i stay / up late. ◡ – / ◡ – i lik / the bred.
metrical form: iambic dimeter rhyme scheme: ABCB other notes: This could also be analyzed as AABB iambic tetrameter, but what I love about it is that after one long sentence, it breaks the syntactic unit in the middle of a couplet to create a surprising ending. Ink has been spilled over whether the non-standard orthography of this poem is intended to evoke archaism (as it is about an event that happened in an 18th-century historical reenactment) or the animal speaker (cf. the orthography of lolcatz memes).
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creatediana · 2 months
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"Stream-of-Consciousness on a Lunch Break" - a poem written 2/06/2024
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beepboopbirb · 2 months
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CW: body horror
Hansel & Gretel
Draw closer, dear Come near to me Ignore your fear Forget to flee
Don't cry, my dear You'll lose your voice Your mind is clear So make your choice
Lay down in bed Stay very still Your blood flows red I'll drink my fill
I'll flay your skin To reach your flesh Cut hips to chin While you're still fresh
Your heart, it pounds So frantically You hear its sounds Organically
Chop limb from limb Pare fat from bone It's just a trim You're not alone
A rib goes snap A rasping breath Feel every scrap No hope of death
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willknightauthor · 1 year
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ANNIHILATION
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The dogs rut The shards cut A kick to the gut A bloody mutt
Tongue of a liar Lose all desire Walk on fire Witness the pyre
I harbor the Snake I must now take The sky’s opaque For heaven’s sake
I took the dive I won’t survive Buried alive Down I drive
Once misbegotten My head is rotten My thoughts are cotton All’s forgotten
The earth is lithe The worms writhe Pay Charon’s tithe Welcome the scythe
Forgive me, Lord I cut the cord My soul you ward Judged by the sword
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jewfrogs · 2 years
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been working on a translation of seneca’s medea for no real reason other than procrastination (adapting what i did in class into a proper translation) and i love what i’ve done with the place but i don’t know what to do with this
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spoonietimelordy · 1 year
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Poetry and music are the same thing but with different names.
Like 3/4 is just the music therm for iambic trimeter: -! -! -!
And 6/8 is an anapestic dimeter: --! --!
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agueforts · 11 months
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glad to see a resurgence of memes/shitposts in poetic meter (see: limerick post, the post i just reblogged, etc). the iambic dimeter of the "i lik the bred" format has haunted me for years. i love patterns and cadences so much
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raspberry--fool · 1 year
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ough i love this one........again in a much more rigid form than i usually use (iambic dimeter and 9 lines per stanza with the last line truncated) and it's very very effective. also, i had to upload in a screenshot because this is just about my only poem where i consider that formatting essential.
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terristack · 2 years
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Scansion generator
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#SCANSION GENERATOR GENERATOR#
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Version of the Morpheus morphological analyzer. The macronization is performed using a part-of-speech taggerĭependency Treebank, and with macrons provided by a customized The expected accuracy on an average classical text isĮstimated to be about 98% to 99%. This automatic macronizer lets you quickly mark all the long vowels Maintenance and continuous development! Any amount is very much Time-saving, please consider making a donation, to support If you use the macronizer regularly and find it helpful and When tested on a couple of books of theĪeneid (from the eminent Dickinson CollegeĬommentaries), this has been demonstrated to cut the number ofĮrroneous vowel lengths in half! Currently, dactylic hexametersĪnd elegiac distichs are supported other meters may be added.Īlso, I have now added a PayPal donation button: July 2016: I am happy to announce that the Macronizer now isĪble to take the meter into account when guessing the vowel October 2016: The performance on texts written in all uppercase letters has been greatly improved. May 2017: I have now made the macronized text editable, which means that it will now be much easier to correct typos or misspellings while proofreading the text. Ĭompare result with correctly macronized input text.Īugust 2017: More meters added! The macronizer can now handle hendecasyllables as well as distichs of iambic trimeters and dimeters ( Beātus ille quī procul negōtiīs.). To improve the result, try to scan the text as. Through these devices our goal is to reach a wider audience and engage people to reconnect with poetry.Note: In order to avoid time out from the server, input longer than 50000 characters will be truncated.
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and a “poetry box” (la boîte à poésie), a portable version of the original idea that can be demonstrated in public events (based on Raspberry Pi components).
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The generator uses this analysis to produce random sonnets, with different possible structures, respecting the rules of French versification (the code and the resources used, especially the sonnet database, are open source and freely available for research).Ī series of “side products” have been produced from the project, including: In order to do this, the first step is to get a phonetic transcription of the last word of each verse, but this is not enough : a series of rules had thus to be defined to get a proper analysis of rhyme from the phonetic transcription of the last word of each verse. The project requires to get access to a formal representation of rhymes. Each sonnet is encoded in a XML format along with related metadata, and a TEI version of the database is available. Oupoco is currently based on a collection of around 4000 sonnets from a large number of authors from the 19 th century, and this database is regularly expanding (thanks to collaboration, especially with the Bibliothèque nationale de France). It is thus very different from the numerous projects dedicated to the pure generation of poetry, being with symbolic or neural methods. From this point of view, even if the project is intended to generate new sonnets, it is largely based on the development of analysis tools able to identify the scansion, the rhyme and the structure of the original sonnets. The challenge is thus more complex than the one proposed originally by Queneau since our sonnets do not have the same scansion and rhyme. To overcome this problem, we developed the Oupoco project, aiming at proposing a sonnet generator based on the recombination of a large collection of 19th century French sonnets. It would be tempting to develop a computer-based version of Queneau’s work, but Queneau’s book is still under copyright, and it is by definition limited to its ten original sonnets. Queneau’s book is a collection of ten sonnets which verses can be freely recombined to form new poems. Oupoco (L’ouvroir de poésie combinatoire) is a project taking inspiration from RaymondQueneau's book Cent mille mille milliards de poèmes, published in 1961.
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archerdoeswhatever · 4 years
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Light White Wishes
The twilight hangs on dreams and thoughts yet to be made reality.
When white, a wisp between the shades as lamp light, floods the room, they come alive in droves.
They burn, and bright, alive as Suns, those feelings scream to realize warmth.
To grant their wish will mean to lose one thing or more, but fulfillment is worth the risk.
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This is just a little poem from an exercise from school. We had to play around with meter, so it was a little difficult to keep the pattern up as someone who doesn’t really care about meter. But I think it turned out well! I’m pretty fond of it.
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bluesgotme · 7 years
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Dawn
When I rise up with the morning from a sweet dream, I meet at first the heavy golden sun. We will exchange smooth pleasantries made soft and light by vestiges of dreamer's tender sleep. Conversation will carry on between us now, the Sun and I, beneath an ink stained sky. The land is still, it does not move, afraid to breach the words we share, the silent birds hushing. The deer join birds in watching so, observing us as we converse, in awe of gentle dawn. Example leads the foxes small and yapping dogs and turtles too to cease their chattering. So silent morn awakens me, to hold dearly the precious hours before the sun is deaf.
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beachgothgay · 5 years
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I am not butch
I am not femme
all I am is 
a mother hen
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creatediana · 4 months
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"Happy New Year" - a poem written 1/02/2024
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beepboopbirb · 6 months
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I'm trying to sleeeeeeepppp
The midst of night My neighbour's light Is shining bright Oh, what a slight!
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yea-verity · 3 years
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Ode Challenge to Insomnia
As pages turn
Till eyelids droop
I fight the yawn
I read my book
And when at last
The chapter’s done
I mark the spot
Set down the tome
Off goes the lamp
Up comes the quilt
I close my eyes
And settle in
The air is cool
The bed is soft
But somehow still
As happens oft
I quenched the light
Beside my bed
But not the one
Inside my head
Thoughts quick, thoughts bright,
Thoughts clawed, thoughts deep
Oh foolish me
Who hoped for sleep!
I flee the wake
Breathe in—count four
I seek the dream
Breathe out—four more
But still my thoughts
Like flames do writhe
They twist and turn
Behind my eyes
Alas! The sleep
For which I yearn
Has slipped my grasp
My mind still burns
But maybe if
I mold the thoughts
With form and ink
In metered note
The order brought
Will meet the need
Stamp out the sparks
Dispel the smoke
So word by word
And line by line
I fight the flames
But stoke the rhymes
Till finally
Beneath the stack
Of huddled coals
And crumbling ash
As warmth retreats
And fire fades
This shining thought
Alone remains
Insomnia
May claim this night
But cannot win
While I can write
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gothhabiba · 4 years
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each stanza of that poem has interlocking lines of iambic pentameter and iambic dimeter, rhyming ABAB, the last line of which in all but the last stanza must end in a word which is split between two stanzas, the first part of which word must 1. maintain the rhyme set up in the first A line and 2. be a word in its own right, which word should 2a. be a slightly archaic word (this obtains with all but “fray-ing”), which archaic word should 2a1. be a shorter version of a more modern word that means roughly the same thing, such that the completed word across the two stanzas changes in ‘era’ and tone as you continue reading (this obtains with all but “aft-er” [though it word have worked if I’d gone for “aft-ernoon”] and “thence-forth”). and tbh I don’t think it ever really sounds THAT unnatural for a first draft? not to be hubristic but I invite literally anyone to get on my level. lol
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