Two examples of others' work to introduce the idea, if you haven't yet come across this on the web recently:
One.
One.
Then two.
Three is next.
Five, of course, comes next.
Then eight. It's getting hard to do.
Math
Makes
My head
Quake with pain.
Writing a poem based
On Fibonacci does the same!
Post removed as irrelevant.
The
bird
of time
has but a
short way to flutter,
And lo, the bird is on the wing.
Birds (2)
So,
Dear
Milo
Talks of birds:
They strut to and fro,
Talking of Michelangelo…
Birds (3)
Fly,
High!
Wings droop:
Time’s sad loop,
Falling back to earth.
Yet just imagine flight’s rebirth.
more on a bird theme:
Black
Red
Two tones
on one wing
Sweet spring! the blackbird's here,
Oh, rich rubies, amid the golden meadow grass.
these
are
quite nice.
delightful!
birds and words as one,
together to describe life's shape.
Oops!
I
will post
my series post
elsewhere as it is
not quite relevant to this thread.
Okay
Geez!
Two here
Three words next
Then five on this line
Stringing eight words together here is a pain!
I
think
that you're
supposed to
worry about the
number of syllables, not the
number of words in the sentence like thirteen, okay?
A
Waning
Moon Peeks
into my room
Covering, like a base metal,
Weariness,leaving me sleeping in silver plated dreams.
--well the words follow the rule, (if not the syllables.)
i'll try again.. (since the last line has 13--
Quote:
Oops!
I
will post
my series post
elsewhere as it is
not quite relevant to this thread.
Er,
You
Might want
To look at
The fourth line up there
Which is not three syllables long.
Cold,
bold
skies in
winter time
extract a price in
sweat during their opposite clime.
Miserable summer time! Humidity lies in
every low nook and every high cranny--there's no escape. Let me hear the sleigh bells chime!
EDIT: augh--in the preview window the last word was in the same line as the rest of its sentence!
A
One
Line fib
Can't be done
Because you count up
Syllables to tell you when you
Have enough to send a pleasing concatenation.
Quote:
Quote:
Oops!
I
will post
my series post
elsewhere as it is
not quite relevant to this thread.
Er,
You
Might want
To look at
The fourth line up there
Which is not three syllables long.
Oops!
I
will post
my series
post elsewhere as it
is not relevant to this thread.
Is that better or should I start all over again?
Out!
Out!
Damned spot
One, two, why
Oh, Hell is murky
Fie my lord, a solider afraid?
Who would have thought that Banquo had so much blood in him?
(Apologies to WS)
Four
Score
And twen
ty years a
go our fathers brought
forth upon this incontinent
a most insufferable parsnip that did cry out
Mark
Twain
Rafted
Muddily
On Mississippi,
Marking America deeply.
Oh,
He
rafted
and on mud
he wafted deeply
and with great inspiring lungs he told
of milkmaids who their lads enfold in suckle-suckling
to their primrose panties partings woo upon the woe upon the man drake rooted hoe upon him
Hmm, how many syllables are actually supposed to be in that last line?
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Oh,
He
rafted
and on mud
he wafted deeply
and with great inspiring lungs he told
of milkmaids who their lads enfold in suckle-suckling
to their primrose panties partings woo upon the woe upon the man drake rooted hoe upon him
Can I get a hit or two of whatever that is you're inhaling?
Shake,
Quake!
Frisco
in 1906;
Left a mess of bricks and sticks.
You
know
your birds.
I have yet
to train myself to
tell a robin from a sparrow.
What this form needs is another rule, something about where clauses or phrases fall. Not "hyphenating" alone is too simple. The proper layout, too, should be in borderless squares of text arranged in the fibonacci spiral.
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What this form needs is another rule, something about where clauses or phrases fall. Not "hyphenating" alone is too simple. The proper layout, too, should be in borderless squares of text arranged in the fibonacci spiral.
You go first.
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ya
carp
that me
fib is like
a tuneless harp, dire
is ya callen me a lyer?
Oh, man!! That woulda been great if you had the right number of syllables in what would of been the fifh line if you'd a had a third line.
wicked, ted!
Can I humbly suggest a tweak to answer Fong's points?
ya
carp
an carp
me fibs dire
like a tuneless harp
is ya callen me a lyer?
Howye Faldage and Maverick
I'm fierce sorry about that alltagather and I'm blushen ta the very roots a me heedless fur. I had it all wrote out proper ya see, but that gallopen trollop Goldilocks musta changed it when I was out feeden all the local orphans.
Thanks a mil fer sure fer pinten it out ta me.
Be seein ya
GallantTed
A
Void
A Space
A parking
place! What would I give?
Fourty bits buy two hours of time.
Oh, for a place to park sans coin gobbling meter monsters.
Good one – hope you didn’t get a ticket on a special day!
That also got me thinking about that old Beatles song…
Car,
Space:
It’s a
Tragic race
To feed the meter
Or else pay steeply to Rita
Without whose gimlet eye chaos would be completer!
Plunk!
Whrrr...
Oh no!
Damn meter!
I paid for an hour
And the meter's stuck on "expire"
I'd write "broke" on a paper sack, if I had a sack.
