Breviloquent Bree has to make every sentence concise
She edits each line twelve times; some think this is nice.
I think Bree is silly; just throw stuff onto a blank page.
If you want any of it read before you die of old age.
Categories:
breviloquent, character,
Form: Rhyme
Oftentimes, as I‘m sure you also think, I can be a bit grandiloquent, loquacious and verbose in words that I have inked…
Well, today is proof that sometimes (and I stress sometimes) I can also be succinct:
Today a short note about kindness…for how often do we find…
to our loved ones…to our friends…our family…it is easy to be kind..
I wonder what our world would look like if that kindness overflowed…
onto every creature of the Earth…even those we do not know.
Would we be blessed to wake up one morning…look around and find…
a world where we can all be different…and still be one of a kind?
Well I hope you have enjoyed, as I have, this breviloquent sojourn…
because there’s a good chance come tomorrow…
my verboseness will return.
Categories:
breviloquent, love,
Form: Rhyme
he laconic
She verbose
She breviloquent
he pigritude
he leisurely
She vivacious
how will they come together?
will he go to-get- her?
will she separate?
clueless...
wish knew answers...
wish there were more to nothing, just, i dont know....
wish revealled all
wish she could see all
wish he was lil clear
wish she was open to brreak walls
wish he could break walls
wish she could let walls to be broken
wish things change
wish it becomes locupletative
wish vacivity pessundates
wish dots be clear and join and end pave way for new beginings...
i wish, wishes come either true for new era or new doom....
wish wishes come true.....
hope.. it cmes clearer....
Categories:
breviloquent, pain,
Form: Personification
avec
breviloquent
moments
revealing the
underpinnings of
a latent
sociopath
(just take a bit longer
to look right in their
eyes),
muttering in the most
amicable way that can
be mustered,
the polite offer up
their assessment of
you---
“you are looking good!”
“have you lost weight?”
“so happy to see you here,
i wondered if i would”
&
the list of mentally rehearsed
slime rolls out the mouth &
down the chin,
like the proverbial butter dribbling
off the side of the proverbial
biscuit---
be a dear would you &
go to the kitchen to get them
a bowl to dribble into (if
they insist on continuing to
dribble) or if they are in a
rush to be somewhere,
a napkin or cloth
with which to wipe up---
muchas gracias.
Categories:
breviloquent, life,
Form: Free verse