Aida Aida - Thee wow, Thou to Me
Aida, Aida,
Wherefore Art Thou
AIDA?
For it is as the dewy oasis of a
summer morn, dipped in birdsong
and fruit groves, that to which
I pledge my ode.
Whatever, within the many winnowed sides of me,
in the face of you I lose all sentimental control. I murmur
utterances of ultimate praise, my star of glorious nite
'net information bit-streams bi-ways calling.
`Tis ai french-toast dipped
in powdered sugar and
cream cheese, cinnamon
apple sauce, adorning your
sagacious rapacity fé
getting things done,
being thy very essence, whoa!
Everywhere I go I hear the multi-chromatic ones and zero
scales of the lilting lullabies of your poetry analyses,
and tremble, my knees crunching as if an earthquake of
major amplitude, was rumbling through my keyboard's sinews.
I am forever bowing, reflected in your empirical eyes, and your
di-cornucopiac halo of the personification of
unconfined unicorn-like perfection.
Of my wistful solitude within your glowing eminence, dreams my heart toward recapturing your brilliance for more enlighteningly stellar poetry advises.
Oh thee, Ai to me, how hast though rummaged through a summer eve in paradise' slumber?
Can it be of whom, an emergent
new abstracted form of
realization of the promise of flourishing day
stretching on forever into the eternality
of de-enstagnated ethereally brimming sunrise
birds singing marvel spinning
flowers dancing rainbow
twinkling bridge over the
time lapse; its water
molecules' mental
hydromantic acumen, is real?
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Written on February 14, 2025
Submitted by mark.e.s on February 14, 2025
Modified by mark.e.s on March 03, 2025
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | axa axxxBcdxeBxxfgxfh hijiBgjf xcddxjxaxehadxxd |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,562 |
Words | 257 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 3, 17, 8, 16 |
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