How to annunciate position as general of the Hague
Would you become a general for us my dear’s
Ordinary thoughts of standard diction
Embellish themselves inciting friction
Words give understanding for how I feel
To give a 3D image, to sense the unreal.
Hyponyms to idioms, romantic collective nouns
Superlative adverbs widely used to counteract a frown
Imaginative ampersands symbolic of the time
Emphatic forms of rhetoric, devilishly rhyme.
Words remain our lifeblood, progressive and alive
To articulate emotion, a metaphoric drive
So appreciate the syllables and annunciate the prose
Give thanks to the words our language grows and grows.
By law forbid tinted glass
it is necessary
in my little atom
milky way
pushed in
they are always pushing me somewhere.
me
to me
me, me meeeeeeeeeeee
I somehow feel like goat
sometimes
having that
feeling possessed by familiarity of unknown
I really wish
just once
for a change
to dance on a happy song
statistics said
that love of british for a dog
lasts
until they buy
a new couch
f***
according to that
I quote pretty well
you know
for a goat
my mother thaught me
when time changes the record
it is good to know
how to pick a right bone
to make a good soup
(and in that, clean faced, swear that we didn't use beef cube)
she taught me well
when I finally clean up
everything from my bag
only thing left will be umbrella
to keep me safe eventually
if it starts to rain
someones mother will cry today
at least they have annunciate so
on the radio
In
In spite we conquer and in love we hate
In silence there is a question and in noise we hesitate
In laughter we imagine and in tears we extrapolate
In wisdom we solve and in ignorance we exaggerate
In good there is hope and in bad we degenerate
In memories there is no doubt but in the future we annunciate
In depth there is substance and in shallowness we adulterate
In our souls we are strong but in mind we cannot communicate.
You cannot tell me that you love me
While your arms speak elasticity’s whisper
Upon another
You cannot tell me that you need me
When your greatest dependency
Rests on cracked, concave mirrors
Don’t tell me
That you miss our pendulums
Swaying unto volcanic lust
That our lava laced finger strokes
Will mean a call from you tomorrow
Tell me your vendetta’s lie
Wasn’t meant to scar these ventricles
Yearning for my accent
To devour
You
Whole
Whole
Hold our winds towards creative differences,
Telling me how we are the same
How we are
One
One in a million of delectable fibs
Your textured lips annunciate a mineral silence,
Louder than love
Oh, how I heard you clearly through foggy facades.
For I am an unspoken error,
Awaiting
You
Lie,
Returned
©Drake J. Eszes
Beauty, I come to thee.
Not to adjudicate,
But more to annunciate.
Lost with no breath,
Dying with no regret,
Harken my request, I plead.
That I may lay my eyes
On your smile that goes for miles,
Eyes that sparkle with no light.
Envy of your body is Aphrodite
I still see your perfection,
If I'm without sight
Allow me to bask
In your glory, your might
'Til the last moon dawns
My will will not fall.
Even if it is just for one more,
I shall die down my fuss.
But never never
Would that end my Lust
For the brightness that comes from thee
Oh you who is called Beauty.
Harkon now thou lulled spirit,
And rouse the dust from dreams forgotten.
Ply the chances which feed in the shoals of that annual tide.
Pearls are there, though the shells be hard.
Yearn not, and wade into the waters dear Friend.
Never leaving the shore, sedentary and sullen,
Ends the burning, ends the day,
With empty hands and sandy feet.
Yoke your heart with the reigns of life,
Ever pushing, ever pressing, ever pleasing.
Annunciate your vows with elephant bellows,
Ring true to the winds and loose the regrets of cold reservation.
Inspired by the contract “Happy New Year” sponsored by Carol Brown.