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euphony phoneme or phonaesthetics

puzzling with all the words in the order and changing them - around, and 'round again effecting or affected by affective disorder to sound around some pleasing refrain what's to be gained, again, a chorus refrain chanted softly by the author's low voice into the next stanza to continue the chain in vein to attain some sound unlike - noise yet here comes another stanza to suffer for you reader, or maybe to you the rereader, words without hidden meaning to discover but pick up momentum to become speedier 'til they verily flow like a waterfall or more accurately like words from the sky dropping like drops, they escape Pandora's box and the whole recitation questions - why it might be the sound that brings them around like mosquitos gather 'round bloody warmth to confound and drag down, with buzzing unsound to pester us and fester us in cloudy swarms to speak as the read, fills silence with dread as the summer's bee's buzz, words drone 'cause they like the sound that the hive hears around pleasing the word workers what was is - what does mapping rapping sound of single hand clapping what's wanted to hear in the canal of the ear speak utterances thunderous or softly wondrous whatever's around we appear to hear, hear it clear and freedom of speech may well be beyond reach but matters little to the tongue it rolls off the many parts of speech implore and beseech yet laughingly scoff, lilting swells sound aloft from Carollean Jabberwocky, another word jockey to today's fine crafters of tongue-twisters intoning chants, rants and other horse hockey one liners and puns they can't resist or help us to ponder, or even to hunger or wonder drinking sound libations, speaking words replication again and again we listen to the word monger chant in elation of the narration's formation for what we want we wait to whet our inner ear the silvery syllables slip into mind until able to roll out the other side of reality and disappear down memories well the forgotten sound wave unstable 'til come to the end, our wordy worldly best friend hardly comprehend and contend or recommend so spent euphony to commend, pleasure to extend, append or blend yet another trapping of rapping to recite to pretend end © Dave Lego 2012-06-25

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Date: 7/11/2012 12:16:00 PM
It was such a pleasure to read your poetry today Goode. I hope to be able in the next few weeks to find the time and energy to read and comment. May you walk through the garden of inspiration and continue to write and share your poetry with us. Love, Carol
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