Best Phraseology Poems

You must strive to find your own voice because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all. 
Robin Williams - Dead poets society

Poets are born, 
not manufactured.
The moment when life said:

"Recite a poem for me."

Verses began to...

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oh. dear. gawd.

another patently
meaningless
crush of stanzas, jam-packed with
adjectives and color words
straight from Roget's,
strung together in
strands of misuse and
improper context -
syntax-scraping adverbs and
prepositions dangled
at inhuman angles,
rushing in torrents to a
head-scratching conclusion that
leaves lips numb and dripping clear liquid,
fingers combing deep the
strands to tear out in horrid...

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  It's time for a serious poem
    So I can truly show 'em
  That I've mastered metaphor
    simile, prosaic petit fours ... 

  I'll pull out all the stops
    rhyme and meter, extra...

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The ole diner offers twelve course 
conversations salted with unspoken jargon:
one patron withholds the dialect of fed-
up-of-my-job while his buddy barely
nods, too worn-to-the-bone; 
a wife texts her friend, i-found-
a-lump-in-my-breast
while her husband swallows , ah-hell-
	she’s-having-an-affair.

Hear the internalized vernacular 
of hooked-on-painkillers,
the lonely phraseology of my-kids-
never-visit, and the...

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My Daddy scuttles across the ocean floor,
Let tons of seawaters flow past him,
Over him,
As he makes subsonic noises
Protesting my sins.

The waters listen,
As do fish and sharks
And other predators of the sea,
The sea horse dances its traditional dance.
Seaweed’s weave and sway,
As if in chorus.

The villainous dragon...

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I have a strong need to elucidate my unfathomable love for
You,
named JAZZ

The improvisational sound of ragtime and jive.
Bop to the bebop of your rhythmic stride.

O  what you do.
You,
named JAZZ

As I rouse everyday to harmonious sounds.
Melodies of synthesizers playing, sotto voce, with Caribbean tinkling drums...

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…. and I wondered as I wrote the poem
if the weight on either side of the words
were sufficiently balanced to hold the 
poem in check.  So that when read aloud
the meaning would be pivotal, hanging
on to unsaid words, implied in partiality 
by my favorite...

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What is not a question forms phraseology
Parallel worlds in freelance
A Fraction of elevated erudition
where days discuss weeks
hours neglect seconds
And accommodations without specifications
scar our ability to comprehend.

So an explanation sounds like run on sentences
Using the same words...how appropriate
This easily manifests memorization or hypnosis
or LORD.
Duly noted...the sickness...

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Luke’s Purpose
Luke 1:1-4

Luke: “Many people have applied themselves,
to the task of compiling an account of the events,
that have been fulfilled among us [the shelves].
They used what the original eyewitnesses [gents] -

And servants of the word handed down to us.
3 Now, after having investigated everything,
carefully from...

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Tony Lane’s Part

Said the proper Doctor Perkins to the Aussie from down under,
The phraseology of your utterances leave me in wide wonder.

How am I to understand the meaning of what you say?
Unless you teach Australian colloquialisms to me right away.

The Aussie looked the Doctor in...

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You were like the proud king lion,
Strong with thick main, 
No hair out of place deliberately.
Constantly parading by your pack; 
Commendation stood tall in there, 
No questions, phraseology or rubs, 
The podium harmonised plans, 
To scrub up for an alighting, 
Before medium light settled; 
Hereward...

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Table of The Scribed 

Only of the true muse in mind,
Being a he or she? 
Can scribe of the darknesses they feel, 
Being it told, indeed. 

Being this breed of spirits, 
Sitting at the Abysses table, take heed!

For that's the table of the;
Devils and Gods,...

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By dint of a right in tatters
impinging on terrestrial sight
that urged me to worldly matters,
I was struck with a parallel quite

unforeseen, in a Hubble view
which drew my fancy out of the blue,
a galaxy wreathed with rings two
unusual in such starry slew.

Even one ring it’s said...

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Eloquent phraseology provokes the writer:
by the constant praise
and the persistent ways
of the writers gaze
as the job gets no raise

Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey...

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Our mouths go dry
at midnight charter on papyrus leaf.
Are we reverting back to pristine stone reliefs ?

How far we will go revolving around eclipse,
stumbling on the phraseology of cosmos ?
Man was becoming inferior to beast.

Who will walk on the bones of ancestors
to dig out the...

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