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Welcome to Li Bo's text inspector!
Li Bo's text inspector is a handy online syllable counter and rhyme finder - useful if you are writing haikus such like!
This should appear over there --> as a Java applet. If not, don't panic! Go to the about page for a few pointers on getting it going... libo You are also welcome to post a poem or have a look at and comment on other pieces of poetry people have submitted.
You can also open the text inspector in a resizable window.
Latest News:
Well we're really breaking boundaries now - I've rebuilt the site and added a registration element so you can keep track of your poems and receive email alerts when somebody posts a comment. You can watch other peoples poems too so hopefully we can get a bit of interest going in other peoples work.
As for the applet, I haven't done anything in ages but I hope to squash some of the bugs out once and for all to improve accuracy as much as possible.
If you're into your poetry, check out the everypoet.com - There's all sorts of interesting things there.
Here's the last three submitted poems, feel free to add one of your own!
GOD THE HEALER
In our world you choose your teachers
You come down without ceremonies
You leave your children with testimonies
You are great in every nation
You touch lives in every station
Healing the sick and raising the dead
Leaving our enemies disgraced and dead
Heal Donald my son and make me smile
And i will testify across the miles.
Love VS. Lust
what am i telling myself?
Love VS. Lust?
The awnser is hidden
in the twist and turns of the mind,
will anyone be so kind,
show me the path to were it is hidden.
Lust is wanted
Understanding the difference is hard
Still People ramain scard
To this very day i still find it hard.
I know the one:
My voice box is misty,
i know it must be Chrissy
Legends of the ancestor
Awakening dust upon the lanes.
Like fleas the marsupial leaps,
Colliding, against harsh terrains.
Cool, crimson clouds cover the country,
Destroying sight and leaving mystery.
While shrubs of thorns prickle the way,
Resting scars on victims through history.
But the mongrel of the outback,
Nevermore will the stallion back
Off. He prances on through the bush,
Like cavalry lodged upon his horseback.
The crackling conjures up gore,
Slicing the skin forever more.
But he who doesn’t fear death,
Is as sturdy as a determined outlaw.
He plunges out of the darkness,
Galloping on without starkness.
He peers back to see the bush,
Trampled, dead and spark-less.
A distant rattle echoes through,
A battle is about to breakthrough.
The indigenous of the country,
Predicting dinners is going to be stew.
A spear sinks short of him,
His lifeline shows so slim.
He strains on but cannot,
His vision decreases until so dim.
He lies down still apiece,
Forfeiting just like his niece.
The soft, crusty and hard earth,
Encouraging his straining to a cease.
The ancient warrior’s life now ends,
A new ancestor who he depends
On. To carry on the legend,
Of which he now defends.