>>7324790 The word "iambic" refers to the type of foot that is used, known as the iamb, which in English is an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable. The word "pentameter" indicates that a line has five of these "feet". The word "Prose" refers to a sequence of word to make a phrase. I call what I'm asking for "prose" because they are just attempts, and not revised drafts.
I hate this fucking place so very much. Fullest Down syndrome site with autism users. They should go for education but are sitting. For then they would know how to use forms of. Gratuitous iambic pentameter. Kek kek kek kek kek kek kek kek kek kek.
>>7324810 Everyone knows what iambic meter is. You need to look up the word prose. Are you baiting? >I call what I'm asking for "prose" because they are just attempts, and not revised drafts. Being bad poetry doesn't make it prose
>>7324939 You're are incorrect. Just because "I might fuck an ugly bitch tonight" contains some Iambic rhythm to it, does not dictate weather its Iambic, you have more trochee foots the iambic. You were also a syllable short come to pentameter, unless you count ugly as 2 syllables then you have ten, but it still has an inconsistent iambic rhythm.
I take some lotion, squeeze into my hand Its slimy pleasure -- rubbed into the land Of wiry seedings, Pillar'd Bullocks; rife With scent of pussy, mine this cock, and life Now splashed on thighs of ever-bitching whores.
And now I'll cum a multitude that'll make it into lores.
>>7325016 If you think Robert Frost isn't the most prolific English writer with Iambic pentameter, well I'm not sure what to say. >This is why I should have not even attempted to post on this site, and should just converse in academia.
>>7324781 http://www.mcgonagall-online.org.uk/gems/the-tay-bridge-disaster Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay! Alas! I am very sorry to say That ninety lives have been taken away On the last Sabbath day of 1879, Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
’Twas about seven o’clock at night, And the wind it blew with all its might, And the rain came pouring down, And the dark clouds seem’d to frown, And the Demon of the air seem’d to say- “I’ll blow down the Bridge of Tay.”
When the train left Edinburgh The passengers’ hearts were light and felt no sorrow, But Boreas blew a terrific gale, Which made their hearts for to quail, And many of the passengers with fear did say- “I hope God will send us safe across the Bridge of Tay.”
But when the train came near to Wormit Bay, Boreas he did loud and angry bray, And shook the central girders of the Bridge of Tay On the last Sabbath day of 1879, Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
So the train sped on with all its might, And Bonnie Dundee soon hove in sight, And the passengers’ hearts felt light, Thinking they would enjoy themselves on the New Year, With their friends at home they lov’d most dear, And wish them all a happy New Year.
So the train mov’d slowly along the Bridge of Tay, Until it was about midway, Then the central girders with a crash gave way, And down went the train and passengers into the Tay! The Storm Fiend did loudly bray, Because ninety lives had been taken away, On the last Sabbath day of 1879, Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
As soon as the catastrophe came to be known The alarm from mouth to mouth was blown, And the cry rang out all o’er the town, Good Heavens! the Tay Bridge is blown down, And a passenger train from Edinburgh, Which fill’d all the peoples hearts with sorrow, And made them for to turn pale, Because none of the passengers were sav’d to tell the tale How the disaster happen’d on the last Sabbath day of 1879, Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
It must have been an awful sight, To witness in the dusky moonlight, While the Storm Fiend did laugh, and angry did bray, Along the Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay, Oh! ill-fated Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay, I must now conclude my lay By telling the world fearlessly without the least dismay, That your central girders would not have given way, At least many sensible men do say, Had they been supported on each side with buttresses, At least many sensible men confesses, For the stronger we our houses do build, The less chance we have of being killed.
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