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- The Prim Incenses is a poetic narrative, originating in The Unions of Eviscerating. The rules of the form are applied by poets to produce individual poems which can be recited. The poem is divided into three distinct parts: four quatrains, two to three nine-line stanzas and five tercets. Use of ambiguity is characteristic of the form. A form of parallelism is common throughout the poem, in that certain lines often contrast underlying meaning. Each line has six syllables.
- The first part is intended to describe the past. Certain lines use the same placement of allusions. The fourth line of each quatrain reverses the word order of the first line. The rhyme scheme respecting the full poem is ABBA.
- The second part is intended to offer a different perspective concerning current events. Certain lines use the same placement of allusions and sometimes have reversed word orders. The rhyme scheme respecting the full poem is CAAACCAAA.
- The third part is intended to develop the previous idea concerning the future. Certain lines use the same placement of allusions and sometimes have reversed word orders. The rhyme scheme respecting the full poem is DDA.
- ABBA ABBA ABBA ABBA CAAACCAAA CAAACCAAA (CAAACCAAA) DDA DDA DDA DDA DDA
- Spore Cat's Visions
- By Ian Schlom with Austin
- Spore Cat baked live evil Gore?
- Terrible wonders near
- Which show that ASCII's clear
- Gore evil live baked cat Spore?
- More for his castle, roar!
- What did he fetch so near
- The gossip made them sneer
- Roar! Castle his, for more
- Bore great labors, the chore
- Arrive with cups of beer
- Tire the glass with a cheer
- Chore, the labors, great bore
- For what did he implore
- The tasty crevice dear
- The salty jelly smear
- Implore he did, what for?
- Behold this slimy lump:
- Steamy room past locked door
- Where kids sleep on the floor
- Who'd sought to ask for more.
- Withered soil, an old stump,
- The sky sees nothing plump.
- Beyond, the blistering sore,
- Where there is kept no score
- Live aching masses of poor
- Hills keep the drunk old grump
- Where we're free to ignore
- Frequently as of yore
- Locked with our proper chore.
- They work at the oil's pump
- For grotesque creep and flump
- Expel he did what for
- Beyond our poisoned shore
- Where dreams still die galore.
- Strength found horizons red
- The sleepy lie for bed
- World free new the explore.
- Or barren land unfed
- All life, all dreams long dead
- Hands strange from outcomes more.
- A land of cheer or dread
- The options ours to wed
- Between peace or last war
- Anger and fear they said
- So hate and death would spread
- Above over and ashore.
- There came the fork ahead,
- To Death, or life instead.
- No stories evermore.
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