words tiptoe through my mind’s dendrite fields
struggling with an inner battle
do they want to be shared
or merely heard by someone?
adjectives ooze like black blood
under the shut doors of my brain
I feel outnumbered and overpowered
my pen smiles as I reach for him
I am lost in a swamp
of adjectives, gooey, sticky,
boggy, messcatastric (don't bother looking that one up),
longing to rise above the mess, excretion, digest
completion, Gobblystinko (don't bother) – and
fly into a sky of non billowy, yet brilliant, resplendent,
eyeglareoffendic (forget it also) to meet bright
Nature Spirits, wings shimmering, gleaming, after the
rain-steaming~ those fumes of rainbows at high altitudes, gaggaliftic! (yep, now
you are catching on). So, please save me some adjectives, that
I may use for my own bejeweled, overly flamboyant, astringent,
laxateric-metafatalelastic (toss it) facsimileing-irredeemable,
superfluous poetry.
Everyone desires to enjoy food,
but we don't like food void of salt.
Salt is not only good for taste;
It is a nutrient required for life.
However, beware that salt can kill.
The oceans are filled with salt in the water
that would have to be treated for drinking.
Salt contains iodine, a nutrient we require.
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Can’t see television because you occlude my vision
People could be compared to a door for that.
Certainly you are not the window type
To keep blocking me the way you do.
No Adjectives
No adjectives graced skies of dawn
No crimson, mauve or bronze
Only blankets of fog akin to gloom
Blocking sunlight, singing runes.
Winds on gusts rose up in westerlies
Breath like brooms sweep skies majestically
Danced as a smile – heaven cheering -
Mischief on wings – imps twirl in clearings
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Whimsy roams around my living room
Flipping the curtains, laughing at my consternation
But really do I care?
Not a wit.
Fanciful language slips into a sliver of the floor
Skidding to a stop in front of the mouse carcass
A stench that is losing its potency.
Adjectives bounce up and down on the couch
Treating it like the trampoline that it is.
I pop my hazel eyes, feeling a speck of irritation.
Of course Trixie, my muse is lying on her back.
Kicking her legs up in the air, chortling.
Tuesday.
Forcing myself to try….
One scribble after another.
Alliterative adjectives
Are like poetic additives
That rearrange raw rhythmic rhyme
So sonnets sound more-so sublime.
“Aggrieved aggressors,” “Angry Aunts”
“Outraged oppressors,” “Haunted haunts”
Are all alliterative bits
That prod poor poems into hits.
Consider how this very verse
Without alliteration would be worse.
For con-sequential consonants
Create quaint quotes of consequence.
Death needs his own adjectives.
Your heart slams shut.
Feelings you have never felt are here.
Shaking you out of your boredom,
Increasing anxiety one horrible thought at a time.
Worst time ever you think.
Each death brings its own pain, slamming people shut.
He smashes you with unknown horror.
Feelings you have never had before
And will never have again clutch you by the never-befores.
Each death brings you unfamiliar levels of sadness.
You are instantly immobilized, frozen, paralyzed.
Nothing brings you pleasure.
It is as if your essence has stopped.
You are a completely different person than you were.
Then the neighbors come.
And you hate them because their lives have gone on.
And the relatives come, and everything they say is wrong.
Everyone makes over you, embraces you, kisses you, hugs you.
You have not had this many caresses since you were four.
You are loved and did not know it.
It is the rainbow after the storm,
But you do not appreciate it for a long time
Because life as you know it is over.
Always use a verb
Over a noun…better yet…
Use an adjective!
Write about the beauty
Of Butterflies? There’s not words
Nor paper enough!
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Anxious, eratic, insane, depraved.
These are what you know me by.
Precocious, delightful, awkward, precious.
This is what some would say.
All that I know is that those few words do not make me the man I
am today.
There is peace, chaos, love and hate.
I am part of that world.
My question is... will you take my hand?
Hold me tight, treat me right?
I would simply love that.
Spinning here
Bouncing there
Bumping into the familiar
Running from the same
Crawling into the unknown
Jumping blindly
Catching an angel
Skipping effortless together
I often add beauty to your song,
enhancing nouns is where I belong;
however,place upon me a curb,
for I,the limelight steal from your verb;
my over-use can bbe a curse,as
too much of this good thing,clots a verse.
lovely accomplishments
persuasive with my hand
wrote not only to the lonely soul
my time before the sand
as with a clue my life saw thin
the hour glass and sand
thus future independent clause
befalls this mortal man