#bredlik

[mariana-oconnor]

my name is sam

and wen theres crime

or wen I am

sent bak in tiem

where men in powr

harm, kill and rob

i uphold the law

i do my job

[annarobots]

a gil-galad bredlik poem i wrote while sitting in an unbearable work mtg

My name is Gil And wen i see A guy who wants To hang wit me I do not trust The lord of gifts I think he bring Apocalypse

[calligraphy-creature]

my name is Cow,

and wen its nite,

or wen the moon

is shiyning brite,

and all the men

haf gon to bed –

i stay up late.

i lik the bred.

- Sam Garland (Poem_for_your_sprog)

[copperbadge]

Transcript:

Dean Smith: Report From The Front

Imagine working at the Post Office and receiving this message from one of your pilots:

Dead sticked

Flying low

Only place available

On cow

Killed cow

Wrecked plane

Scared me

Smith

(followed by an image of Smith, a dark-haired man with heavy brows and a thick mustache.)

Mi nayme is Deen

And wen I fly

Mi styck gone ded

I do aspy

A playce to land

Unhappey now

I land, I'm scaird

I kill a cow.

I don't think I previously posted this but I just found it in my photo roll and had to share (possibly again). This is a placard from the flight section of the Henry Ford Museum. And that is my bredlik.

[klarastjarnljus]

My nayme is Bird

and wen it's nyte,

a dozing man

I giev a fryte.

His weary mynde

evokes Lenore,

I play a trick,

I tap the door.

[bestbredlik]

What is Bredlik about? What are Bredlik poems?

Bredlik is a fun little poetry style that was mostly popular 5+ years ago. They are mostly about animals, but can be able anything at all. The main rule is that the poem needs to follow a specific syllable count and rhyme scheme.

It's written in iambic dimeter, meaning that each line has only 4 syllables and the 2nd and 4th are the stressed (emphasized) ones.

It should have 8 lines and the rhyme should be xAxAxBxB. In other words, the 2nd and 4th line need to rhyme and the 6th and 8th as well. The final line usually stands out as something of a punchline.

Bredlike poems should also be written in the first person and most are intentionally misspelled in a fake-middle english style. I, personally, find that the misspelling often gets over-done to the point of being difficult to read fluidly.

This blog post explains the origin and structure in more detail.

[tribblefarmer]

His wyfe has fild

His haus with chintz

A home where gilt

Accoutre glintz

But truthe comes out

Behynd closed doore

I keepe it real

Fuk on the flor

[tissitpoispaita]

my name is rain

and winds that blo

and ripend grain

and glints on sno

do not stand at

my grayv and weep

i am not ther

i do not sleep

my name is birb

in sircled flite

and the soft stars

that shiyn at nite

do not stand at

my grayv and cry

i am not ther

i did not dy