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zero · 09-04-2005, 10:07 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by edward de bono

..i decided to invent my own poetic form

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the rhyme is a a b b

the first line describes some action. this action should be unexpected or bizarre enough to attract attention. the action may be performed by a known and named person. when this is the case, then the action should fit the personality. the action is fictitious and does not need to be historic.

the second line explains and gives the reason behind the action. this explanation should be as logical as possible. the more bizarre the action, the more logical the explanation should be.

the third line gives the result of the action. what happens? again, this result should follow as a logical consequence of the action.

the fourth and final line is a general philosophical reflection on life - but arising from the previous lines. The trick is to make the reflection follow smoothly from the action and yet be general in nature. This fourth line must be capable of standing on its own and making sense on its own.

example:

i switched off my brain
to see what I could gain.
i lost the will to care.
it's best to stay aware.

he shaded his eyes with a hand

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Marcus Bales · 09-04-2005, 01:06 PM

he shaded his eyes with a hand
he took from the corpse on the sand

trisherina · 09-04-2005, 02:16 PM

he shaded his eyes with a hand
he took from the corpse on the sand
now there'd be no more debate

Marcus Bales · 09-04-2005, 02:26 PM

he shaded his eyes with a hand
he took from the corpse on the sand
now there'd be no more debate
over who'd lost more weight

zero · 09-04-2005, 06:50 PM

anxious, early, overdressed

Marcus Bales · 09-04-2005, 07:09 PM

anxious, early, overdressed
but young and pretty, she impressed

zero · 09-04-2005, 07:43 PM

anxious, early, overdressed
but young and pretty, she impressed.
in her dotage she'd reminisce

Marcus Bales · 09-04-2005, 07:45 PM

anxious, early, overdressed
but young and pretty, she impressed.
in her dotage she'd reminisce
on the men she had managed to miss.

trisherina · 09-04-2005, 07:46 PM

anxious, early, overdressed
but young and pretty, she impressed.
in her dotage she'd reminisce
and all her old wounds would dehisce.

Marcus Bales · 09-04-2005, 07:50 PM

The opera, performed at the end of the alley

zero · 09-04-2005, 10:32 PM

The opera, performed at the end of the alley
was a forgery by señor salvador dali

Marcus Bales · 09-05-2005, 12:12 AM

The opera, performed at the end of the alley
was a forgery by señor salvador dali
the melted clocks hung off his surreal mustache

jasmina · 09-05-2005, 08:35 AM

The opera, performed at the end of the alley
was a forgery by señor salvador dali
the melted clocks hung off his surreal mustache
It's disadvantageous to ignore a rash

Marcus Bales · 09-05-2005, 08:43 AM

With nothing but a piece of string

Hyakujo's Fox · 09-05-2005, 09:03 AM

With nothing but a piece of string
('twas the one darn thing I could swing)

09-04-2005, 01:06 PM	#2
Marcus Bales ________________ Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea. Posts: 8,967	he shaded his eyes with a hand he took from the corpse on the sand __________________ My strength is as the strength of eight -- My heart is nearly pure.

09-04-2005, 02:26 PM	#4
Marcus Bales ________________ Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea. Posts: 8,967	he shaded his eyes with a hand he took from the corpse on the sand now there'd be no more debate over who'd lost more weight __________________ My strength is as the strength of eight -- My heart is nearly pure.

09-04-2005, 07:09 PM	#6
Marcus Bales ________________ Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea. Posts: 8,967	anxious, early, overdressed but young and pretty, she impressed __________________ My strength is as the strength of eight -- My heart is nearly pure.

09-04-2005, 07:45 PM	#8
Marcus Bales ________________ Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea. Posts: 8,967	anxious, early, overdressed but young and pretty, she impressed. in her dotage she'd reminisce on the men she had managed to miss. __________________ My strength is as the strength of eight -- My heart is nearly pure. Last edited by Marcus Bales : 09-04-2005 at 07:46 PM. Reason: toujours gai

09-04-2005, 07:46 PM	#9
trisherina meretricious dilettante Join Date: Jan 2003 Posts: 11,068	anxious, early, overdressed but young and pretty, she impressed. in her dotage she'd reminisce and all her old wounds would dehisce. Last edited by trisherina : 09-04-2005 at 07:47 PM. Reason: sorry, marcus, I still had to have it out there

09-04-2005, 02:16 PM	#3
trisherina meretricious dilettante Join Date: Jan 2003 Posts: 11,068	he shaded his eyes with a hand he took from the corpse on the sand now there'd be no more debate

09-04-2005, 06:50 PM	#5
zero ª ★ ª Join Date: May 2004 Location: lª m°°n Posts: 13,853	anxious, early, overdressed

09-04-2005, 07:43 PM	#7
zero ª ★ ª Join Date: May 2004 Location: lª m°°n Posts: 13,853	anxious, early, overdressed but young and pretty, she impressed. in her dotage she'd reminisce

09-04-2005, 07:50 PM	#10
Marcus Bales ________________ Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea. Posts: 8,967	The opera, performed at the end of the alley __________________ My strength is as the strength of eight -- My heart is nearly pure. Last edited by Marcus Bales : 09-04-2005 at 07:52 PM. Reason: rhythm, baby

09-04-2005, 10:32 PM	#11
zero ª ★ ª Join Date: May 2004 Location: lª m°°n Posts: 13,853	The opera, performed at the end of the alley was a forgery by señor salvador dali

09-05-2005, 12:12 AM	#12
Marcus Bales ________________ Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea. Posts: 8,967	The opera, performed at the end of the alley was a forgery by señor salvador dali the melted clocks hung off his surreal mustache __________________ My strength is as the strength of eight -- My heart is nearly pure.

09-05-2005, 08:35 AM	#13
jasmina monkey Join Date: Dec 2004 Posts: 1,617	The opera, performed at the end of the alley was a forgery by señor salvador dali the melted clocks hung off his surreal mustache It's disadvantageous to ignore a rash

09-05-2005, 08:43 AM	#14
Marcus Bales ________________ Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea. Posts: 8,967	With nothing but a piece of string __________________ My strength is as the strength of eight -- My heart is nearly pure.

09-05-2005, 09:03 AM	#15
Hyakujo's Fox left hanging Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: between the click of the light and the start of the dream Posts: 10,071	With nothing but a piece of string ('twas the one darn thing I could swing)

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