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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!
\"Dard-E- Dil \"
Title :- Dard-E- Dil
Kosis bhut ki kushi dene ki par de na sake,
Kosis bhut ki kush rahne ki par rahe na sake,
Mohabbat karne ka aisa sila mila humko yaaro,
Jis se mohabbat ki bas wahi samaj na saki,
Kahti thi ki bhut pyar hai tumse,
Jab jarurat thi uski tho who sath de na saki,
Laga tha mujhko aisa ki jaan s jada pyari karti h who,
Jab aayi gam batne ki baari tho sare gam akele hi le gayi,
Ye kaise mohabbat h meri jo mujhe itne dukh de gayi,
Lakin hai is dil mein ab bhi uska pyar basa .....
WITH LOVE
AMIT VERMA
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Bolibar
When the mutant child was born
The Piper at the Gates of Dawn
Played a dirge into the night
The Devil laughed with such delight
And cried ‘He is my spawn’
His hands were claws, his face a scar
They kept him in a brown glass jar
In a dark, damp cellar stowed away
That never saw the light of day
They named him Bolibar
He grew into a hideous thing
Scaly skin with hair like string
Poor Bolibar, he yearned so much
To feel his mother’s loving touch
To hear her sweet voice sing
But no words reached his shapeless ears
No friends had he throughout the years
Cold winter nights he slept unclad
But never cried, because he had
No eyes to shed the tears
His mother wished her son deceased
Considered him as Satan’s beast
And when the demons in her head
Convinced her he’d be better dead
Her conscience was released
Her spouse agreed the mutant birth
To keep alive had no real worth
They swore to keep a grisly pact
And carry out the final act
To end his time on Earth
They came and sealed the jar of glass
And pumped in lethal toxic gas
Alone he drew his final breath
Alone he journeyed after death
To join the Devil’s mass
When the mutant child had died
The Piper cast his pipes aside
And as the sun sank in the West
The Devil welcomed his new guest
As Angels watched, and cried
A year after the murderous deed
The mother found herself with seed
A perfect baby girl she bore
A child she could at last adore
Fulfilled her every need
The Piper played a mournful song
The birth would never right the wrong
No cellar dark for this young lass
No brown glass jar, no whiff of gas
She would grow tall and strong
God heard the Piper’s mournful dirge
Enlightenment came with a surge
Only then He knew He’d failed
A plan must henceforth be unveiled
For the Devil’s Den to purge
He summoned forth Celexequoste
The mightiest of the Angel host
And told him he must go in quest
To free the Devil’s latest guest
And silence Satan’s boast
The Angel journeyed long and far
And now he stood on Hell’s dark star
He strode up to the Devil’s door
Satan heard his timbrous roar
‘I’ve come for Bolibar!’
The Devil’s firm resolve grew weak
As he heard the mighty Angel speak
At last poor Bolibar was freed
The Angel placed him on his steed
Then kissed him on his cheek
A surge of Heaven’s joy and bliss
A stream of tears for an Angel’s kiss
Up in the night a shooting star
Flared for the one named Bolibar
And made the Devil hiss
The mutant child climbed Heaven’s stair
To be greeted by the Angels, where
They placed in front of Bolibar
Fragments of a brown glass jar
Smashed beyond repair
Dear Diary
He stole my heart
But I didn't mind
He is sweet, loving and kind
So with everyday
I hope and pray
Nothing shall tear us apart