"accentuation" poems - Hello Poetry

Pub poetry is a form of performance poetry consisting of the shouted word which has developed in UK urban pubs, dating back to the 1940s and 50s. Words are typically yelled over ambient haphazard rhythms which are not especially chosen for the piece of poetry, rather the poetry is performed over the generic sound of empty bottles and part filled glasses and live samples of patron conversation that will be familiar to those frequenting hostelries around the UK. Sometimes the audience will employ call and response devices to distract the poet, such as calls of "W##k-er!', with the traditional response of "F##k-You!" before the pub poet continues with his yelled out verse, often read from the beer stained back of an overdue envelope. The pub poet usually appears on a chair or table, surrounded by immediate family or work mates cheering him on. Invariably inebriated, the pub poet may not appear to make any sense to the uninitiated - but once you too have availed yourself of your 4th or 5th pint, the words become clearer and easier to appreciate. No musicality is built into pub poems and pub poets generally perform without backing music, delivering chanted speech with pronounced modulation, broken-rhythmic accentuation and dramatic, though random, stylization of gestures, often resulting in the pub poet losing balance and sustaining a head injury thereby losing consciousness and bringing the evening's entertainment to a premature, but often welcome, end. It is often noted that many pub poets are remarkably shy and retiring when sober.

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Dec 17, 2019

Dec 17, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC

stevejeff

Pub Poet

Pub poetry is a form of performance poetry consisting of the shouted word which has developed in UK urban pubs, dating back to the 1940s and 50s. Words are typically yelled over ambient haphazard rhythms which are not especially chosen for the piece of poetry, rather the poetry is performed over the generic sound of empty bottles and part filled glasses and live samples of patron conversation that will be familiar to those frequenting hostelries around the UK. Sometimes the audience will employ call and response devices to distract the poet, such as calls of "W##k-er!', with the traditional response of "F##k-You!" before the pub poet continues with his yelled out verse, often read from the beer stained back of an overdue envelope. The pub poet usually appears on a chair or table, surrounded by immediate family or work mates cheering him on. Invariably inebriated, the pub poet may not appear to make any sense to the uninitiated - but once you too have availed yourself of your 4th or 5th pint, the words become clearer and easier to appreciate. No musicality is built into pub poems and pub poets generally perform without backing music, delivering chanted speech with pronounced modulation, broken-rhythmic accentuation and dramatic, though random, stylization of gestures, often resulting in the pub poet losing balance and sustaining a head injury thereby losing consciousness and bringing the evening's entertainment to a premature, but often welcome, end. It is often noted that many pub poets are remarkably shy and retiring when sober.

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**Profanity is a ******* Tool.** Profanity is Subjective. Profanity doesn't necessarily show intellectual or moral paucity. Profanity is a form of emphasis; a form of ******* catharsis, an aspect of humour. ******* humour: A goldmine rooted in Shadow, excavated by Logic and which seems, for the most part, wasted on the irrefutably illogical, or at least bi-polar (if not higher-multi-polar) masses. *"Anyone who relies on any one given tool is a fool, as anyone who denounces a given tool for how it has been used by others is outright stupid."* A carpenter who can only use a hammer is quite restricted, A musician who can only play alone is no good in a band, A poet who only writes can't show the world how it's meant to be read (if at all), A comedian who only swears has little else to offer, A person who only speaks but doesn't act on it is a liar. A carpenter who won't use a hammer is self-sabotaging. A musician who can only play with others has no personal skill. A poet who refuses to write starves oneself of potential. A comedian who won't swear better have a good point. A person who only acts but reuses to speak had better be a monk or mime! *(The last two were perhaps failed, even vein attempts at humour.. I shall leave that up to you to decide!)* Profanity is a Tool: I believe that no matter the profanity, a message can still be well received by those who care enough to receive it. Better still are those who can interpret the profanity as humourous accentuation, emphasis, catharsis and not necessarily as overly-abrasive and immature. That said, some people are just totally ******* immature about it. If you can't stand the profanity, get the **** off the internet. 4srs. Better yet, shut yourself away from the world lest you ever deal with that which you find unsettling. *So ist das Leben. Telle est la vie. Así es la vida. Such is life.*

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Feb 2, 2013

Feb 2, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC

Anubis-the-Philosomancer

Profanity is a Tool

**Profanity is a ******* Tool.** Profanity is Subjective. Profanity doesn't necessarily show intellectual or moral paucity. Profanity is a form of emphasis; a form of ******* catharsis, an aspect of humour. ******* humour: A goldmine rooted in Shadow, excavated by Logic and which seems, for the most part, wasted on the irrefutably illogical, or at least bi-polar (if not higher-multi-polar) masses. *"Anyone who relies on any one given tool is a fool, as anyone who denounces a given tool for how it has been used by others is outright stupid."* A carpenter who can only use a hammer is quite restricted, A musician who can only play alone is no good in a band, A poet who only writes can't show the world how it's meant to be read (if at all), A comedian who only swears has little else to offer, A person who only speaks but doesn't act on it is a liar. A carpenter who won't use a hammer is self-sabotaging. A musician who can only play with others has no personal skill. A poet who refuses to write starves oneself of potential. A comedian who won't swear better have a good point. A person who only acts but reuses to speak had better be a monk or mime! *(The last two were perhaps failed, even vein attempts at humour.. I shall leave that up to you to decide!)* Profanity is a Tool: I believe that no matter the profanity, a message can still be well received by those who care enough to receive it. Better still are those who can interpret the profanity as humourous accentuation, emphasis, catharsis and not necessarily as overly-abrasive and immature. That said, some people are just totally ******* immature about it. If you can't stand the profanity, get the **** off the internet. 4srs. Better yet, shut yourself away from the world lest you ever deal with that which you find unsettling. *So ist das Leben. Telle est la vie. Así es la vida. Such is life.*

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Blue-eyed and bright of face but waning fast Into the sere of virginal decay, I view her as she enters, day by day, As a sweet sunset almost overpast. Kindly and calm, patrician to the last, Superbly falls her gown of sober gray, And on her chignon's elegant array The plainest cap is somehow touched with caste. She talks Beethoven; frowns disapprobation At Balzac's name, sighs it at 'poor George Sand's'; Knows that she has exceeding pretty hands; Speaks Latin with a right accentuation; And gives at need (as one who understands) Draught, counsel, diagnosis, exhortation.

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William Ernest Henley

Staff-Nurse: New Style

Blue-eyed and bright of face but waning fast Into the sere of virginal decay, I view her as she enters, day by day, As a sweet sunset almost overpast. Kindly and calm, patrician to the last, Superbly falls her gown of sober gray, And on her chignon's elegant array The plainest cap is somehow touched with caste. She talks Beethoven; frowns disapprobation At Balzac's name, sighs it at 'poor George Sand's'; Knows that she has exceeding pretty hands; Speaks Latin with a right accentuation; And gives at need (as one who understands) Draught, counsel, diagnosis, exhortation.

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All alone, cold desperate and confused, my body rejects you and so should you. I have more, studying stress and anxiety, for my brain lacks something other than babbling. Vocabulary, accentuation factitious and consternation, I can't handle it for I am just too dull for it. Why need it, with so much pain suffering and torture, we could do without so we don't have dropouts.

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Jan 30, 2015

Jan 30, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC

hallowmae

Why Need It?

All alone, cold desperate and confused, my body rejects you and so should you. I have more, studying stress and anxiety, for my brain lacks something other than babbling. Vocabulary, accentuation factitious and consternation, I can't handle it for I am just too dull for it. Why need it, with so much pain suffering and torture, we could do without so we don't have dropouts.

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the tetragrammaton for me is like the lament configuration, a puzzle box; it's a configuration, that, when used correctly, allows you to spew out words in great number. what mozart did to the operatic german tongue for the flutter of the tongue into the incomprehensible - indeed opera does that, to what could be understood in the ****** accentuation from region to region - of how the tongue is incomprehensible when by opera strained - indeed mozart did that to german as did handel to the english tongue, most notably with the opera messiah - and as i look at europe now, and the expulsion of jews from the continent, i can't see an elevation of culture, after all the muslims already sing beautifully the praises, so an opera using the koran would be impossible - but the name of god in islam can be easily sung... but the name of god in judaism can't be sung, it's supposed to move around the language censored, a bit like swear words in christianity, and yet the tetragrammaton always prompts me to think, the tetragrammaton in greek in this particular instance: ΔΞΜΞ / ΔΞΣΞ, it's the only way to translate from hebrew into latin into greek - a game of matchsticks. but also with the expulsion of the jews from europe, in england, currently, there's this growing policy to create ***** spaces where once debate could become fervent, impassioned (the attack on universities), which now incites a hope for an apathetic discourse without causing offence... this has happened in europe with the expulsion of the jews, and the mass invitation of muslims (indeed ***** changing rooms like the ones in shopping malls)... european culture can't really recover like this.

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Mar 27, 2016

Mar 27, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

the adhan curse on european opera (ΔΞΜΞ / ΔΞΣΞ)

the tetragrammaton for me is like the lament configuration, a puzzle box; it's a configuration, that, when used correctly, allows you to spew out words in great number. what mozart did to the operatic german tongue for the flutter of the tongue into the incomprehensible - indeed opera does that, to what could be understood in the ****** accentuation from region to region - of how the tongue is incomprehensible when by opera strained - indeed mozart did that to german as did handel to the english tongue, most notably with the opera messiah - and as i look at europe now, and the expulsion of jews from the continent, i can't see an elevation of culture, after all the muslims already sing beautifully the praises, so an opera using the koran would be impossible - but the name of god in islam can be easily sung... but the name of god in judaism can't be sung, it's supposed to move around the language censored, a bit like swear words in christianity, and yet the tetragrammaton always prompts me to think, the tetragrammaton in greek in this particular instance: ΔΞΜΞ / ΔΞΣΞ, it's the only way to translate from hebrew into latin into greek - a game of matchsticks. but also with the expulsion of the jews from europe, in england, currently, there's this growing policy to create ***** spaces where once debate could become fervent, impassioned (the attack on universities), which now incites a hope for an apathetic discourse without causing offence... this has happened in europe with the expulsion of the jews, and the mass invitation of muslims (indeed ***** changing rooms like the ones in shopping malls)... european culture can't really recover like this.

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I won’t find you through poetry You are engraved in my heart I don’t search Standing here above clouds my beautiful clothes in tones of blue fitting well to the charming veil colorless transparent an accentuation just for the deep darkness of crystal black long long hair I comb every day beside a mount steam waiting for your appearance as love singing a song of ripening desire to the creatures and things accompanying some lie aside to cheer some shy away - Hide behind rocks to listen just I smile to all the innocence there is knowing all is living made of you and I As I of you and you of I then molecules shine in air things know they can see and touch that smile made of my fingertips - the bearer of all healing my eyes wear a makeup made of the finest pigment of wild mountain flowers tuned to materialize by the blue glitter of the holy dress of truth made of my love for you my perfume is what I am is my skin silkened by that fragrance of wild roses 7 levels above the sacred sleeper that makes you forget of all things but the fragrance then you wake up and say as if - as if it smells like roses everywhere You stand there in a shelter of pine at my doorway wooden smile in such way that you are the carrier of all universal attraction I give my hand to you the soldier of truth - WE we are one standing under that pine making us both invisible You smile (in the house of love) There I met you once There we keep each other Only there I will see you again and again without stories of the mundane of cycles of lives experienced I close my eyes not to see you through the iota of the sedimented delusion of records yet to be formed (by you and I) not to touch you stop my burning desire let it burn in the scariest of my own illusive deception let it burn with the impurity blindly beard so is I what cannot be wasted so is I what I reserve for you to deserve of you because WE we live in a timeless tale of love one moment of love we exchange in silence where you are the sun I am that one crystal for you to shine through me and create *** And so I go now again return to my life story cheerlessly but a must for our common goal of excellence without you in it my duty is highest warriorship for all I am the green eyed invincible warrior made of a zero or one I go in wisdom and light Peace is you in my heart

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Aug 1, 2015

Aug 1, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC

dnalumuland

Rachel's Song

I won’t find you through poetry You are engraved in my heart I don’t search Standing here above clouds my beautiful clothes in tones of blue fitting well to the charming veil colorless transparent an accentuation just for the deep darkness of crystal black long long hair I comb every day beside a mount steam waiting for your appearance as love singing a song of ripening desire to the creatures and things accompanying some lie aside to cheer some shy away - Hide behind rocks to listen just I smile to all the innocence there is knowing all is living made of you and I As I of you and you of I then molecules shine in air things know they can see and touch that smile made of my fingertips - the bearer of all healing my eyes wear a makeup made of the finest pigment of wild mountain flowers tuned to materialize by the blue glitter of the holy dress of truth made of my love for you my perfume is what I am is my skin silkened by that fragrance of wild roses 7 levels above the sacred sleeper that makes you forget of all things but the fragrance then you wake up and say as if - as if it smells like roses everywhere You stand there in a shelter of pine at my doorway wooden smile in such way that you are the carrier of all universal attraction I give my hand to you the soldier of truth - WE we are one standing under that pine making us both invisible You smile (in the house of love) There I met you once There we keep each other Only there I will see you again and again without stories of the mundane of cycles of lives experienced I close my eyes not to see you through the iota of the sedimented delusion of records yet to be formed (by you and I) not to touch you stop my burning desire let it burn in the scariest of my own illusive deception let it burn with the impurity blindly beard so is I what cannot be wasted so is I what I reserve for you to deserve of you because WE we live in a timeless tale of love one moment of love we exchange in silence where you are the sun I am that one crystal for you to shine through me and create *** And so I go now again return to my life story cheerlessly but a must for our common goal of excellence without you in it my duty is highest warriorship for all I am the green eyed invincible warrior made of a zero or one I go in wisdom and light Peace is you in my heart

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*Moonlight pantomime , tempestuous appointments beg fruition , carnal figurines performing agin searing , thin ambient air in misted flesh Parched lovers recompensed , wailing secret vows , clarity a slave to confusion , accentuation , shameless surrender* ....

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Sep 22, 2016

Sep 22, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

Untitled

*Moonlight pantomime , tempestuous appointments beg fruition , carnal figurines performing agin searing , thin ambient air in misted flesh Parched lovers recompensed , wailing secret vows , clarity a slave to confusion , accentuation , shameless surrender* ....

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Lawrence Hall [email protected] https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com A Poetry Brawl Down at the Long Branch Saloon I wrestled with a line of blank verse until It fell, all writhing on the floor, and there It gasped for breath and glared at me with hate Each syllable grating against another “You have a sorry accent,” it snarled “And when my rhythm rises I will make you A dactyl fallen or a trochee tripped With my booted and spurred iambic feet!” But we shook hands, and let our quarrel cease And so at Miss Kitty’s there was Syllabic accentuation at peace

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Jun 4, 2021

Jun 4, 2021 at 3:21 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

A Poetry Brawl Down at the Long Branch Saloon

Lawrence Hall [email protected] https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com A Poetry Brawl Down at the Long Branch Saloon I wrestled with a line of blank verse until It fell, all writhing on the floor, and there It gasped for breath and glared at me with hate Each syllable grating against another “You have a sorry accent,” it snarled “And when my rhythm rises I will make you A dactyl fallen or a trochee tripped With my booted and spurred iambic feet!” But we shook hands, and let our quarrel cease And so at Miss Kitty’s there was Syllabic accentuation at peace

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(alternately titled: aery diction galloped jocosely) Abbreviation asper "FAKE" abdication (wishful thinking), an aberration Trump accepted abjuration (or alternative) i.e. ablation, thee apprenticed president, would never forsake abnegation (sooner his cold, dead paws pried loose Putin on the Ritz Carlton), this abomination, his indiscriminate abrogation appears (underwent) acceleration autocratic accentuation Americans aver acceptation, acclamation, acclimation, accommodation "FAKE" accreditation, averse Hispanic refugee acculturation, he blithely asseverates, viz faux ******* up) accumulation unfairly ********* accusation (baseless bigotry) scapegoating fifty plus shades brown illegal aliens despite provable residency status conveniently citing himself perforce repetition validates accustomation touts "FAKE" non hardy laurels spilt, spelt, and smelt acetification reign ruination unleashing acetylation promoting political acidulation SCOTUS acrimonious activation authoritarian smug egoistic actualization nepotism, jingoism, despotism actuation atavistic, apathetic, allergic adaptation acquiescent, arrant, abhorrent adjudication Machiavellian aggressive adjuration acrimonious atrocious administration alarming, appalling, arresting admiration abysmal, artificial, asymmetrical adoration awful adulation, ambivalent apathetic adulteration avast averse adumbration adulteration affair advocation barren aeration puffed hirsute aerosolization.

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Sep 6, 2018

Sep 6, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Trenchant Recalcitrant Poet Welcomes Animadversion

(alternately titled: aery diction galloped jocosely) Abbreviation asper "FAKE" abdication (wishful thinking), an aberration Trump accepted abjuration (or alternative) i.e. ablation, thee apprenticed president, would never forsake abnegation (sooner his cold, dead paws pried loose Putin on the Ritz Carlton), this abomination, his indiscriminate abrogation appears (underwent) acceleration autocratic accentuation Americans aver acceptation, acclamation, acclimation, accommodation "FAKE" accreditation, averse Hispanic refugee acculturation, he blithely asseverates, viz faux ******* up) accumulation unfairly ********* accusation (baseless bigotry) scapegoating fifty plus shades brown illegal aliens despite provable residency status conveniently citing himself perforce repetition validates accustomation touts "FAKE" non hardy laurels spilt, spelt, and smelt acetification reign ruination unleashing acetylation promoting political acidulation SCOTUS acrimonious activation authoritarian smug egoistic actualization nepotism, jingoism, despotism actuation atavistic, apathetic, allergic adaptation acquiescent, arrant, abhorrent adjudication Machiavellian aggressive adjuration acrimonious atrocious administration alarming, appalling, arresting admiration abysmal, artificial, asymmetrical adoration awful adulation, ambivalent apathetic adulteration avast averse adumbration adulteration affair advocation barren aeration puffed hirsute aerosolization.

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