Best Locution Poems

A little low-voltage humor in monoku form depicting a fictional day at the Watt home...

The electrical engineer's wife greets him:    "WIRE you...

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Although there are many beautiful things,
There are none as beautiful as you.
For you are more spectacular than the sunset.

Beyond the many entriging sights,
You are by...

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How else to tell you
	of the movement of
the universe that sets my world to tilt?

Where spatial acuity and intuitive thinking fall down
and weep
at the feet...

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In light of locution 
whispers
dance delicately off her lips
"Lux Vitae"

Tree of Life, 
Trinity, 
tribal councils conferred 
the coffers, re-offers
enriched and enhanced
erectus
three times three

smoke rises from...

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At any rate ... or any time,
       I so prefer a metered rhyme ...
     ...

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you stare ...

wink, and walk over to me
leaving your circle of admirers in disbelief
sullied manner, (and skin), of a Magdaline
prospect, differently indifferent
(a vestal view of...

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I’m going through pages by pages;
Trying to see whether you have any acquaintances
Oh, look what I found
A mystery looking pronoun

The word I’m trying to forget
Though...

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Somewhere out there in the world

There was a girl, No! strike that—a woman.

He saw as a girl, but knew as a woman.

And loved her only...

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Some say I have a way with words when truly most words have their way with me

And yes, I adore them best without any tautology

Caressing...

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Looking back helplessly 
at every foible like Epimetheus. 
Born like a weed in the steamy morning,
I was an aimless crude creature spinning
flamboyant cobwebs like a...

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Can’t remember what you look like or even the way you smell

I’ve gazed upon many who fit the description but are any of them you,...

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The blue moon crackingly, magnanimously rose,
As he creeped in quietly, repressed — inconspicious!
His eyes gleaming in appatency yet sorely of passion,
Calm are his actions but...

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Paper is my palate, the pen my brush and sword.
Agitation, inspiration to set my thoughts to words. 
 
My feathers stain papyrus with words for...

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Restlesly laying awake in bed, There is an adventure that keeps me up, 
Lost in a world far beyond reach, yet present in this reality,
Urge...

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