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Word Perception Poem 1: Aerumnous

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     Glad this feature now exists. There's going to be quite a few of these forthcoming, and they need a little explaining. Anyone who follows my productions must have noticed by now that there's been a rather extended dry spell, which I believe these will help serve to break. I got the idea from a book I gave my wife for Yule, Reading the O.E.D., which treats of a man who set himself the monumental task of actually reading  through that enormous tome of the complete vocabulary of the English language, and the many wordly treasures he found along the way. It occured to me that I could set myself the challenge of randomly picking some of these words and building poems around them. Thereby I hope to accomplish two things: one, break the writer's block (already acheived, I believe), and two, providing a free supply of really exotic words to everyone out there. I'll leave it to you to either glean their meanings from the poetic text itself, which if I've written well enough, should be possible, or to look 'em up.

     P.S. - To anyone reading this who's ever sent me a comment, I just want you to know that I appreciate them all immensely and I do read every one. Thanks.

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Word Perception Poem 1: Aerumnous

Will no one or nothing
Relieve us of these pseudomen, these shadows
Who suck away prosperity
As leaves draw sunlight,
Leaving all the rest of us
Ashiver in the shade of their ill-gotten millions?

They roam their aerumnous way among us,
The tendrils of their green
Winding chaotically around everything
Until finally they strangle off themselves.
Then it's a cry to the overworked groundskeepers,
Of "Save Us! For we are too Great to be allowed to perish!"

Well, were it up to me,
There'd be some serious weeding going on,
Come Spring.

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