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|Posted by: kezra_cor Apr 15 2002, 12:00 AM|
| Kimiko so sad,
She doesn't realize her worth,
Aww, she needs a hug
What is it about these Kimiko strips that always inspire poetry?
|Posted by: -bb Apr 15 2002, 12:04 AM|
I think she should try being more social, I'd like to see her out there, not feeling sorry for herself
Poor Kimiko, Why
must you curse your kawaii self?
They loved your effort.
|Posted by: Rerrs Apr 15 2002, 12:07 AM|
| Piro, Kimiko
Two peas in a god damned pod
The angst continues
|Posted by: cola Apr 15 2002, 12:08 AM|
| Here's a haiku written in some dialect of l33t. ^^;
rdng nu mt
wa, kmk gna gt
vry sd & ;_;
reading new comic
oh no! kimiko will get
very sad and cry)
|Posted by: Shoka Apr 15 2002, 12:13 AM|
| Now harken ye all to my parable
Of two who believe life is terrible.
They're each on their own,
and feel all alone -
Where I come from that's called "compatible"!
|Posted by: kezra_cor Apr 15 2002, 12:22 AM|
| An Irish Haiku?
I am intrigued, tell me
How does this thing work?
|Posted by: Shoka Apr 15 2002, 12:50 AM|
| Well, technically it's called a "limerick", named after the Irish county in which it originated.
Like Japanese haiku, the limerick is short, and often arranged so that last line is a comment or observation on the preceding lines. Also like the haiku, the limerick is lyrical. The limerick is different in that it is usually humorous and often irreverent (haiku can be like that sometimes, but usually isn't).
Anyway, because of these similarities, I've often thought of the limerick as a kind of "Irish haiku", and thought to throw it into the mix as a bit of a change-up, especially given that the MT artist's last name is "Gallagher".
Structurally, it goes like this: five lines, mostly using anapests. The first two lines and the last line have three metrical feet each, and end in matching rhymes. The third and fourth line have two metrical feet, and also end in matching rhymes.
|Posted by: kezra_cor Apr 15 2002, 12:55 AM|
| Three metrical feet?
I do not understand this,
Is it sylables?
|Posted by: Shoka Apr 15 2002, 01:06 AM|
| a metrical foot:
a series of syllables,
an accent pattern.
the anapest goes:
walk-walk-RUN in every "foot",
does it make sense now?
|Posted by: Reflaxion Apr 15 2002, 01:22 AM|
| If you accent each third in the line,
You can write very well in no time!
All it takes is some shmuck
With a little good luck
And the words will just flow out like wine!
Now Kimiko cries
Piro knows her feeling well
They are so alike
|Posted by: Shoka Apr 15 2002, 01:33 AM|
| I bow down before
Great Teacher Reflaxion,
the better sensei!
|Posted by: Meagen Apr 15 2002, 02:56 AM|
| "I'm so pathetic..."
"I'm such a loser..." mutual
Just pretend that "mutual" has two syllabs. ; And yeah, this is a ref to the newest Fredart pic.
|Posted by: Rowan Bristol Apr 15 2002, 06:08 AM|
| Can't support myself
Hardly pretty, not 'busty'
Sorry for myself
|Posted by: Tangeu Apr 15 2002, 06:18 AM|
| Haiku #25:
don't give up on your
dreams, unless you really suck
and no one likes you.
-Beau Sia ( http://www.beausia.com )
|Posted by: JRandomLurker Apr 16 2002, 01:06 AM|
Been doing taxes *all* day... boy did I ever need to write something emotive. x_X And lo, there was a sw33t strip at just the right time.
to cushion child as she falls
they save the fully grown
"Won't you let me in the door
or just leave me alone?"
your imperfections mock your best
attempts at living free
"collect my failings in a jar
and blame them all on me."
companions can't always console
the lonely battle fought
gather your strength to stand against
the harshest winds of thought
collapsing as the quiet girl
who doesn't want to cry
listen with your darkest heart
to hear the hidden lie
|Posted by: lonebountyhunter Apr 16 2002, 02:15 AM|
| i can do hiku's worth shit, but i can do poems just the same, so i hope non of you l337 haihu ppl hurt me for my additation:
I look out my window,
I see the gray sky.
And it hurts me to know,
the same gray lives inside.
But this is my life,
or so i will say.
This to make things better,
i do not wish to push you away.
What is the the use,
for no one like me?
And here i shall sit,
wishing i was happy.
|Posted by: Garran Apr 16 2002, 11:46 PM|
| All that trouble to
Post that thread, and you've written
A much better verse. ;;