MEDITATIVE ALLITERATIONS ON MY SLEEP REALITY
From the bed of many meditations
To the stare of a starry eyes,
Into the comforting realm of sound sleep.
Suddenly, I'm hanging out with frosh friend,
Miss Moyin mowing my morning memories.
Now tell me monotonously,
Is it deep dream voyage
Or awaken amusement into reality?
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © December, 2020.
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Fashioning the favourable foul,
Cutting the caustic cordial,
Rearing a rabid recall.
Pardon the potion
When blind and blundering
We fathom the favourable foul.
String along the slug
When casually and crazed
We concede the caustic cordial.
Split the sauce
When tardily and turbulently
We receive the rabid recall.
Behold the botheration of the booze!
Jilt the jitters of the jug,
Surrender the stress of the spirits.
Do this in the name
Of the bright, the blue
And the holy camera eye.
Amen.
© 2016 Margo Cami [www.margocami.com]
Here's Hoping Happy Holidays
Host Houses Hoarding Hue
Held Happiness Helping Hearts
Hurry Home...
The breath of Briance, I believe to be...
Life that my lungs listens to lovingly.
Like dawn upon the lawn, her yawn is drawn,
Surreal as fawn in sun that shadow swan.
She's the warm wind whose works heal wounds inside;
Drenched, pinched with french our tongue and lips collide
In a pick pack boom a wonderful light in the sky
Beaming gleaming screaming people out in the street
Watching the parade of light danced, glanced tranced
Happy sappy snappy to watch the firecrackers so beautifully
Amazing as it make the sky lively sparkly wonderfully
It shone in the dark out in the park making the mark
A sign of celebration in a cloud nine look so divine
Graces in the space a part of beauty to embrace
22/9/07
Ok I have never heard of alliterations…….. And was wondering if words like
abbey, acme, and acne would go along with alliterations … and just maybe the
meaty mossy messy mold at the mucky muddy murky waters of the slightly
slippery sloppy backwaters were on the right track of this choicely choosy classy
way of expressing earthlings eating elephants in the early evening with a
beautiful sunset easily edging ending a really nice time and how do they all
come together and not torture the toddler that is tougher than the trader tracking
the tractor up the tower with the trainer trotting with the trooper right behind
looking for the treasure and the traitor trekking with the trucker loosing his
trousers while trolling in the backwater. , I thought even if it isn't it is different.