#pentasyllabism

[pjfdx9uyz7]

White underwear girl gets fucked on the bed PADRE SOLTERO SE FOLLA A SU HIJA Y LO TRANSMITE EN VIVO Valentina Jewels In Fuck Pussy Naughty House Sitter Stepmom is my nurse Ebony tighty teen got banged in a clinic test with a toy Cute blonde thief punish fucked hard by a mall officer Crossdresser boy fucks a granny Julie Love in Her Bull Came Back Une fille est en levrette et se fait avoir des Creampies Petite MILF Invites you to Cum Share the Big Black Dick

#new-risen #Kolomea #interosseous #papricas #antidyscratic #cryptomere #big-leaved #nougatine #astronomic #Stachytarpheta #episcopising #empasm #necrology #morone #gytling #spine-tail #yancopin #cranes #aberrating #pentasyllabism

[deveril]

I would like to think

that all things happen

for some good purpose;

such noble beliefs

vanished long ago

with my childhood faith.

Life has taught me a

different lesson—

though the universe

has its laws and rules,

our experience

within it is a

random, chaotic

one, and terrible

things occur without

justification,

without redemption,

and we are all lost.

— deveril

#poem #syllabic poetry #original poetry #pentasyllabic poem

[flyingwhalegirl]

ever think about autological words? like how "pentasyllabic" has 5 syllables or "writable" can be written? kinda fun I think

#shower thoughts

[sekhmetpoetry]

Les larmes du ciel

Abreuvent la terre

Les nuages tombent

Couvrant mes épaules

Le jour tamisé

Repose mes yeux

La brume légère

Sur le désert vert

Spectres éoliens

Tranchée de bitume

Et cela est beau

Parce que lumière

Est à l’intérieur

Parce que soleil

Est dans ton sourire

Et que ton sourire

Éclate en mon cœur

#sekhmet #poetry #sekhmetpoetry #poesie #french poetry #poesie francaise #free poetry #freepoetry #poem #poetsontumblr #poésie #poets on tumblr #poetsandwriters #writers on tumblr #amour #hiver #sourire #smile #voyage #pentasyllabe #lumiere

[templepurohit]

The Pancha-Brahma mantras exalt Shiva through His five forms (faces) – Sadyojata, Vamadeva, Aghora, Tatpurusa and Isana. The five faces or forms of Shiva represent the five functions or acts (panchakrityas) – creation, sustenance, dissolution, concealing grace and revealing grace, respectively. The five forms or faces of Shiva also correspond to the five syllables in the holy pentasyllabic mantra – na-mah-shi-vā-ya. Note that the Tatpurusa mantra is but the Rudra Gayatri. 1. Sadyojāta Mantra सद्योजातं प्रपद्यामि सद्योजाताय वै नमो नमः। भवे भवे नाति भवे भवस्व मां भवोद्भवाय नमः॥ sadyojātaṁ prapadyāmi sadyojātāya vai namo namaḥ bhave bhave nāti bhave bhavasva māṁ bhavodbhavāya namaḥ I take refuge in the First Born, verily I bow to the First Born Do not consign me to birth after birth; Guide me beyond birth, I bow to the Causer of birth. 2. Vāmadeva Mantra वामदेवायनमो ज्येष्ठाय नमः श्रेष्ठाय नमो रुद्राय नमः कालाय नमः। कलविकरणाय नमो बलाय नमो बलविकरणाय नमो बलप्रमथनाय नमः। सर्वभूतदमनाय नमो मनोन्मनाय नमः॥ vāmadevāya namo jyeṣṭhāya namaḥ śreṣṭhāya namo rudrāya namaḥ kālāya namaḥ kalavikaraṇāya namo balāya namo balavikaraṇāya namo balapramathanāya namaḥ sarvabhūtadamanāya namo manonmanāya namaḥ I bow to the Noble One, the Eldest; to the Best, to Rudra and to Time, I bow to the Incomprehensible, to Strength, To the Causer of various forces, and to the Extender of Strength. I bow to the Subduer of all beings, and to the One who kindles the Light. 3. Aghora Mantra अघोरेभ्योऽथ घोरेभ्यो अघोरघोरेतरेभ्यः। सर्वतः शर्वः सर्वेभ्यो नमस्ते रुद्र रूपेभ्यः॥ aghorebhyo'tha ghorebhyo aghoraghoretarebhyaḥ sarvataḥ śarvaḥ sarvebhyo namaste rudra rūpebhyaḥ I bow to those not terrible and those who are terrible, And to those who are both terrible and not terrible. Everywhere and always, ��arva, I bow to all Thy Rudra forms. 4. Tatpuruṣa Mantra तत्पुरुषाय विद्महे महादेवाय धीमहि। तन्नो रुद्रः प्रचोदयात्॥ tatpuruṣāya vidmahe mahādevāya dhīmahi tanno rudraḥ pracodayāt May we know that Supreme Person And mediate on that Great God, May Rudra impel us! 5. Īśāna Mantra ईशान सर्वविद्यानामीश्वरः सर्वभूतानां ब्रह्मादिपति ब्रह्मणोऽधिपतिर्। ब्रह्मा शिवो मे अस्तु स एव सदाशिव ओम्॥ īśāna sarvavidyānāmīśvaraḥ sarvabhūtānāṁ brahmādipati brahmaṇo'dhipatir brahmā śivo me astu sa eva sadāśiva om Ruler of all knowledge, Master of all beings, Commander of all study and devotion, That God Auspicious to me, Be He just so, the Ever-Auspicious Om. Aum Namah Shivaya. https://ift.tt/M1RorkV

#Hinduism #Hindugods #india #vedas #mantras #spirituality

[britneyshakespeare]

You know what's a good pentasyllabic word? Deteriorate. Unless you count the io as a diphthong, in which case it's quadrasyllabic. But I kinda like 5 syllable deteriorate, because its two stresses are two syllables apart, deteriorate. That's not common in English words, that their interior stresses are separated by more than one syllable. That lends the word deteriorate helpfully to dactylic or anapestic poetry really well, but not iambic or trochaic, unless you count the io as a diphthong. If I were to say, "mental faculties deteriorating" that could be a line of trochaic pentameter. If I say "my mental faculties deteriorate" that's iambic pentameter. But those only work as correct examples of those meters if you pronounce what *I* would consider, normally a pentasyllabic word as quadrasyllabic. But it's a line of PENTAMETER. It doesn't work for 5 evenly spaced iambic stresses if you pronounce it as 5 syllables so it has to be 5 and 4. But at the end of the day syllables are all subjective, my friends, my loves. That's the crazy thing about language and poetry. That's why language and poetry are the loves of my lives. Or my life. However many I've lived. They're the loves of my lives but we don't go on dates/And my mental abili-de-teriorates. See that's the word deteriorate working in anapestic tetrameter, isn't it lovely?

#i also love de-terior #deterior. like interior exterior. deterior. remove the terior whether in or ex. #what a charming word #side note this is what im like when im out of life #strip me of all of my emotions and energy and i become just a crazy young woman who thinks about the sounds and spellings of words. #tales from diana

[toto-a-lu]

[page 13] Chapitre I

Pas mécontent de sa formule, le ptit type. Seulement, l’armoire à glace insistait : elle se pencha pour proférer cette pentasyllabe monophasée :

– Skeutadittaleur...

[page 19] Chapitre I

Mais il a la parole coupée par une euréquation de son beau-frère.

– J’ai trouvé, hurle celui-ci. Le truc qu’on vient de voir, c’était pas le Panthéon bien sûr, c’était la gare de Lyon.

[page 19] Chapitre I

Zazie, déclare Gabriel en prenant un air majestueux trouvé sans peine dans son répertoire, si ça te plaît de voir vraiment les Invalides et le tombeau véritable du vrai Napoléon, je t’y conduirai.

– Napoléon mon cul, réplique Zazie. Il m’intéresse pas du tout, cet enflé, avec son chapeau à la con.

– Qu’est-ce qui t’intéresse alors ?

Zazie répond pas.

– Oui, dit Charles avec une gentillesse inattendue, qu’est-ce qui t’intéresse ?

– Le métro.

[page 52] Chapitre III

Il serre vigoureusement la main de Turandot ; l’émotion qui l’étreint ne lui permet pas de prononcer d’autre mot historique que « je m’en vais faire mon devoir », mais son regard se voile de la mélancolie propre aux individus que guette un grand destin.

Les autres se recueillent.

Il sort. Il est sorti.

Dehors il flaire le vent. Il ne sent que les odeurs habituelles et tout particulièrement celles qui de La Cave émanent. Il ne sait s’il doit aller au nord ou au midi car la rue est ainsi orientée. Mais un appel transvecte ses hésitations. C’est Gridoux le cordonnier qui lui fait signe de son échoppe. Gabriel s’approche.

– Vous cherchez la petite fille, je parie.

Oui, grogne Gabriel sans enthousiasme.

– Je sais où elle est allée.

[page 175] Chapitre XIII

Finalement Charles, ayant éclusé son verre, s’approche lentement de l’écouteur, puis, arrachant l’appareil des mains de sa peut-être future, il profère ce mot cybernétique :

– Allô.

– C’est toi, Charles ?

– Rrroin.

[page 210] Chapitre XVI

Un moustique vola dans la cônerie de la lueur d’un réverbère. Il voulait se réchauffer avant de piquer de nouvelles peaux. Il y réussit. Son corps calciné chut lentement sur l’asphalte jaune.

[4chanmusic]

https://zacharysticker.bandcamp.com/album/pentasyllabic

#bandcamp #zacharysticker #album #pentasyllabic #4chan #mu #music

[forgottenbones]

An autological word is one that includes the properties that it describes, such as 'short', 'noun' or 'pentasyllabic'.

— Quite Interesting (@qikipedia) 17 gennaio 2018

#twitter

[haiku-trash]

i sleep like i write

pentasyllabic nightmare

then twelve lazy naps

#haiku #poetry

[deveril]

Nothing assuages 
the hollow ache of 
a heart that has been 
unexpectedly, 
wholly abandoned.

From that dire instant, 
the wounded mind, too, 
is impregnated 
with doubts and questions 
that will never find 
their resolution.

And the consequence — 
a life forever 
altered; a future 
of wondering why, 
knowing you failed to 
measure up but not 
knowing in what way.

A simple goodbye, 
an explanation, 
however concise — 
thoughtful compassion — 
would have spared a soul 
the cataclysm 
of a shattered life.

That’s all it would take, 
a little kindness.

— deveril

#poem #syllabic poetry #original poetry #pentasyllabic poetry

[palatalfricative]

linguistics fact of the day 6/24/17

An autonym (also known as an autological or homological word) is a self-referential word or phrase. For example, “word” is an autonym because it is itself a word. So is “noun”. Other autonyms include: 

- The species “Extra extra”, because... that’s a really extra name.

- “humongous”, “tiny”

- “pentasyllabic”

A word's status as autological may change over time. For example, neologism was once an autological word but no longer is.

The opposite is a heterological word, one that does not apply to itself (e.g. "long" is not long, "monosyllabic" has five syllables, "German" is not German).

source

#fact of the day #linguistics #mine

[autistic-space-elf]

Globalization is a clunky word, the offspring of a three-way of business, politics, and academia. It’s also one of those rare words—like pentasyllabic or noun—that can be used as an example of the thing it refers to. It entered the mainstream at the end of the last century, spread all over while remaining more or less the same (globalización in Spanish, gurobarizeshon in Japanese, etc.), and rapidly evolved from a buzzword into a banal reality. French—which has made an art out of resisting loanwords—calls it mondialisation, which is prettier, but for the most part, globalization sounds dull in every language, including English, where it originated. It spread in usage along the same channels of business it was meant to describe. Like so many global products, it sucks and is uninspiring, but has no local alternatives, and is least likely to be used by the people most affected by it. In the 1980s, when globalization usage was still mostly confined to the pages of Harvard Business Review, a generation of hip writers and filmmakers started trying to picture life in a more globalized world, and hit upon the idea that its defining existential problem would be dislocation. I’m talking about cyberpunk novels, Wim Wenders movies—basically anything that thought that the new now was going to mean more people waking up in strange places than ever before. But the ugly truth about globalization is that it isn’t cosmopolitan. It’s an empire of sameness—factories, corporate campuses, luxury items—that uses capitalism as its lingua franca. It has the aesthetics and values of an airport duty-free shop. Instead of eclecticism, what we got, for better or worse, was a planet where fewer and fewer things could be called local. So those hip writers and filmmakers were right about dislocation, but just didn’t guess that it would happen at home.