Analysis of Busy
The clouds were mystically busy; in showering tantalizing globules of rain; upon fathomless territories of agonizingly parched soil,
The Sun was flamingly busy; in magically sizzling every cranny of this boundlessly congenial Universe; with golden beams of its optimistically enchanting light,
The spiders were fabulously busy; in enamoringly weaving silken strands of webs; euphorically bouncing in the threads; fervently anticipating the prey of their choice,
The fires were swelteringly busy; in charring even the most infinitesimal iota of tenacious logwood; to threadbare bits of minuscule ash,
The clowns were ludicrously busy; in tumultuously evoking a festoon of unfathomable smiles; on the faces of all those besieged with cloudbursts of inexplicable gloom,
The eagles were majestically busy; in enshrouding every bit of drearily insipid space; with exuberant draughts of exotic air,
The snakes were ominously busy; in stealthily waiting for innocuously sparkling skin; ebullient chunks of flesh to venomously infiltrate their murderously sinister fangs; in,
The fortresses were invincibly busy; in compassionately sequestering all those disastrously orphaned and dithering; from the acrimoniously mighty onslaught; of
the turgidly satanic society,
The clothes were amiably busy; in shielding innocently naked skin from vindictively frozen avalanches of wind; as well as tyrannically ferocious rays of; the uncouthly blistering afternoon,
The cars were boisterously busy; in rhapsodically transporting fatigued battalions of passengers; to the most resplendently placating destination of their supreme choice,
The sharks were diabolically busy; in frantically groping for immaculate prey; metamorphose a profusely robust framework of ravishing flesh and blood; into a
devastatingly transposed curry of sheer nothingness,
The dogs were pertinently busy; in dolefully barking; deluging the trajectory of the gloomily treacherous night; with an incomprehensible number of their ghoulish wails,
The ghosts were insidiously busy; in casting the spell of their gorily sinister doom; devouring blissful civilizations; in the swirl of their hideously obfuscated and grotesque countenances,
The eyes were indefatigably busy; in profoundly discerning and imbibing the fathomlessly glorious beauty of this gregariously mystical Universe; paving
their way ecstatically forward to coin astoundingly new chapters of existence,
The blood was poignantly busy; in spell bindingly imparting fortitude to each arena of the staggeringly bedraggled body; rejuvenating it to unfurl refreshingly emphatic chapters of; a vividly vibrant tomorrow,
The pigs were disdainfully busy; in excoriating through lugubrious piles of garbage at lightening velocities; ruthlessly gobbling even the most worthlessly stinking piece of shit; that sleazily greeted them in their savage way,
The forests were inscrutably busy; in churning tales of unrelenting mysticism; voluptuously kissing the charismatic blanket of the stupendously glittering night; with seductive fireballs of empathy; and life,
The Gods were Omnisciently busy; in proliferating astronomical spurts of sacred life on the boundlessly beautiful planet; articulately maneuvering the destiny of each organism; rich or lecherously poor; alike,
And my Heart was perpetually busy; in incarcerating the beats of her passionately divine heart; assimilating and immortal bonding with the essence of her unparalleled love; uniting with her philanthropic will; to bless all benign mankind.
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Metre | 010110010010011101110011000011 011110010001001001011101010110111010000101 0100100010011010111110001100010001111 0100110010100100100010101011111101 0101000100101001101000110101110111101001 01000100010011001111110100110101 01010001001101110101011111011110010 0100011000100001001101001001001011011 010100100 01010001001010001011110100111111010110110001 0101100101001010110010111001011011 010110010001010100101000100111100101010 1000011011100 010100010011010010010100100111001001011101 010110010011111001010010001000111100010011000 01011000100100101100101111001010 110100101101001101010 0111001001101010110101010101001001101010001010101001001 010110001001010011101100010010010010011101111110101101 01001100101101010011000010101011001101010110001 010110001000100111011011001010100010011100111101 011101000100010001101000011010000101010101001010101001011110111 |
Characters | 3,517 |
Words | 494 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 19 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 22 |
Letters per line (avg) | 134 |
Words per line (avg) | 22 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 155 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 26 |
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Submitted on February 16, 2016
Modified on March 05, 2023
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