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Beach nymphs

.
   From toes unto nose's lip
               alopesia
                 rrrrrr
             there'z not 
                  one
           from the other
                  save
              their romp

             The breeze 
   It's free gift from the sea
     their diaphanous wrap 
             mine -holic

     Down mine sails went
          az mine anchor
               SPLASH
         into the wet salt
                  az i
          Mine eccentric

                Stroke
                stroke
                stroke
            off my went
           afield the sea
           hand in hand
            unto theirn 
              bucholic


* bucholic; my 'Portmanteau' for, bucolic
   and -holic < a suffix forming noun
   indicating a person having an abnormal 
   desire for or dependence on, e.g. workaholic ;)
* pronounced: boo'k hol'ik

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Andrea Dietrich Date: 12/16/2023 10:28:00 AM Oh James. I wish I understood your language! Is this also the way you converse. Or is it just your writing style,? I do get the gist of most of your poems. Login to Reply James Peranteau Date: 12/16/2023 1:38:00 PM Andrea dear vooman, i explained this to you in my write; "Iz James Iliterate".(please read again) You commented on the write. Oh, and the "vooman", iz just a thing i say to you. I luv playing with werdz girlie, and 'archaic cant' i find amuzing. I'm quite lucid Andrea, likewise literate. Also, I posted my thoughts regarding your prestigious award back in 2010 today...way over 300,000 readz! Oh and no, i don't speak to the feminine whom i write uv, front their face az i do on slip...but, i certainly feel 'them ways'... actions speak louder than wordz dear poet, it's where my werdz come from ;)