Easy to entrance the sycophants watch their helpless dance their back and forth swaying and swooning, in cunnilingual somniloquence.
Droning and drooling with flattering and fawning, turgently swelling, spouting placating pleasantries, a mess of gushing adulation.
Self exultation, craving congratulation by consensus for another conventional sensation, clamouring for congratulation in lurid inflated infatuation.
Curtailing castigation, striving in strides as pedestrian asperation gives rise to typical inspiration, stillted it saunters soulessly, provoking predicable platitudes.
Dreary dedication denoting the humdrum and the ho-hum, tirelessly tiring, offering effortlessly banal bestowments bequeathing a tepid tranquillising testimonial.
Uniform, unchanged, unilateral applause, amplifying abysmal analogies, articulating dearth depictions of derivative denotations.
Cryptic quips collapse carelessly caused by cumbersome correlating contradictions, deviating detrimentally forth fatuous flutterings.
Stale sentiment, sterile superfluous suppositions, garishly guilded in grandure,
Repetitious rudimentary ruminations, repackaged and retold.
Give me some letters
I'll make words
Give me some words
I'll make a sentence
Give me some sentences
I'll make poetry
Give me some poems
I'll find you there
This is all about your poetic denotations
This you are- the poetic buds,
The poetic stalks,
The poetic petals,
The poetic leaves.
And as the poetic fragrance
you spread from yard to yard,
From port to port - all throughout the cosmos.
And this you are only one poetic bough
Where I've come as your amorous bird of the soul
And through the poetic love, I seek impenetrable ring.
-July 02, 2018 Chattogram
wanky wit is not moist motive;
hoisted hankering damp feelings
dark denotations foils fleshened
salient smothers, sil'ette slackened
wielded wit ain't fame - fostered fleas
la-de-da lurch humming pored pleas
meagre magnanimity strained
vying voluptuous veils, torn traits
wedged wit ain't manipulation:
pruning pored chances, gaunt punctures
sassy stances trailing tactic track
jiggery-pokery plumes packs
wisdom ain't taking advantage
it's a game of patience and rage.
'20:06:11:11:35
Note: of wet wisdom.
Oh hello mr afternoon said miss morning! Midday didn't stay for the late breakfast it went out walking down the street towards the restaurant. Midday chimed today. It was very very noisy too. No need. Unnecessary. Most unwelcome. Bridges. Baking bread. Boom baskets and guillotines' for the baps. Bing bing bing three o clock bell here. I am announcing that it is midway through the afternoon with much delight. Bouncy bouncy. Bing bong. Wow. Each day at this time. And the wit is neither white or willow in hue. And a cobra clock strikes the hour with varied strength depends upon the hibernation of time. Injecting ingestion ignoring inner innocent innermost inherited inhabitants. And a clap. A loud clap. But should one travel. Immerse in cultural dialect. Then a morning could call like a bird. An hourly chime but bird call style. Cleverly closing chiming chinning circular circuit. Wow. And 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12. In order. But the leaf longs for the world of yesteryear when the clocks were the sky and the calendar the seasons. Rick tock denotations denominations z z z z z
Oh you words,
Visual and audible representatives of reality,
Children of conception that were nurtured by
Perception and feelings, under the auspices of
Reason which loaded you with meaning for
The sole purpose of communication for the
Exchange of ideas,
Why
Don't you retain your denotations after leaving
The lips that have pronounced you but instead
You venture into a labyrinth of connotations creating thus
Confusion and misunderstanding that make it
Difficult for ideas to be transmitted intact?
(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
16 January 2016