Eclectic Idiosyncrasy

when correct spelling eludes you write a different word stay true to the anarchy poetry form make it up as you go a haiku is just a Japanese limerick and a tad bit shorter conceived on delicate sake rather than a stout Guinness once the tongue is loosened and the audience plastered any syllable count deceives what is meant to be voiced at the end of a pub crawl harp and zither sound quite alike shamisen and all strings attached resonate just the same true to the nature of art what pleases with passionate sound sometimes refuses to be squeezed into reverend lines if one looks at some ever so famous writing one wonders what kind of mushrooms inaugurated such magic outpour on a more sober matter poetry is in the eye of beholders dysphonia on steroids is a natural remedy for logophobia one man’s incoherence is another one’s mythical calling but courage is bravery however you wish to pronounce it there was once a young man it Haikushima illiterate is what he was called by Mama who’s whiskey lacked lime did not give a dime when he spent a penny someone stole his thunder and drama green fields and butterscotch clover fragrance of Irish Oak blossoms - lost for words the weather staid speechless in case of any doubt in the mind of the affectionate reader this poetry form is part of the extended self-critical monologue style currently still in its experimental encrypted stage which in its naive but raw and expressionate timbre is meant to confuse 03rd March 2021