Poem: I lik the form
March 27, 2018 6:36 PM   Subscribe

My naym is pome / and lo my form is fix’d
Tho peepel say / that structure is a jail
I am my best / when formats are not mix’d
Wen poits play / subversions often fail
Written for World Poetry Day, March 21, 2018. When I had this idea earlier today, I thought it was the worst, most faux hip pretentious idea for a shallow demonstration of empty wordsmithing skill in poetry ever. So I had to try to write it. I mean, how often do you get to fuse the iambic dimeter of bredlik - one of the newest and most exciting verse forms - with the stately iambic pentameter of the classic sonnet?
By O. Westin, aka MicroSFF. Bredlik previously.
posted by Lexica (12 comments total) 47 users marked this as a favorite
 


but "to rebel" doesn't scan

womp womp
posted by knuckle tattoos at 7:07 PM on March 27, 2018


Read this on Twitter:

There was a young man from Cork
Who got limericks
And haikus confused.



.....

And here's a thing I just wrote which is sounds so wrong:

O heart, perverse, beat loud
As you search through city and crowd
For a sacred sound
That cannot be found:
The moon on a wisp of cloud.

posted by MiraK at 7:47 PM on March 27, 2018 [18 favorites]


There was once was a self-aware robot from Gloucester
Who was keen to know what built her
So to a site that was blue…
She asked : I am who?
No answer - she clearly Met A Filter.
posted by lalochezia at 8:37 PM on March 27, 2018 [3 favorites]


This is nice, but just wait till you see the work I've been doing on juxtaposing sestina form against the "hear I sit / broken hearted" public restroom stall pooping genre.
posted by cortex at 9:19 PM on March 27, 2018 [11 favorites]


I think ‘to rebel with no cause’ is a fair scan, it’s a verb in the phrase but the forced emphasis implied by the metre reinforces the movie title allusion.
posted by sixswitch at 9:20 PM on March 27, 2018


This is nice, but just wait till you see the work I've been doing on juxtaposing sestina form against the "hear I sit / broken hearted" public restroom stall pooping genre.

Higgledy piggledy
GROUT are the works of the
Lord; they are pondered by
All who delight in them.

This is my testament
Unecumenically
Scrubbed from the GROUT lines by
Jagoffs who whiten them.
posted by aws17576 at 11:58 PM on March 27, 2018 [11 favorites]


There was an old man from Japan
Who wrote poems that never would scan
When told this was so
He said: yes I know
But I always try to fit as many words into the last line as I possibly can!
posted by automatronic at 2:57 AM on March 28, 2018 [7 favorites]


If this is now the limericks thread, my favourite has always been W.S. Gilbert's masterful

There was an old man of St Bees
Who was horribly stung by a wasp
When they asked "Does it hurt?"
He replied, "No it doesn't,"
"But I'm so glad it wasn't a hornet."


Perfection.
posted by prismatic7 at 6:06 AM on March 28, 2018 [5 favorites]




My naym is khat
I wedged in scanner
hooman takes pic
I more cute than her
posted by WCityMike at 1:12 PM on March 28, 2018 [3 favorites]


Oh, I'm very glad to learn that the form has a name, given how much I admire this superlative example:

My name is Ned,
Now I'm a bed,
And if I ruffs
I scare the fluffs,
I cannot move
I just play dead
My name is Ned,
And I'm a bed.

(The second couplet may just be the best couplet ever.)
posted by seyirci at 8:03 AM on March 30, 2018 [2 favorites]


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