Aye, this pavement now pale and old
A flower once sprung of glistening gold
When melilot narrates me of time long before
These crevices on floor hides these unheed lore
But no vibrant sings over here merely a withered sedge
Once the hour I remember this our lovely
pledge
Beguiling is the pendant of love I carry so far
More ado of me to love you surpass the clouds and star
I listened on the voided diminuendo of song
And purple lethe came; told me I was never wrong
Told me this love is so beautifully painful
And a lovers be sometimes wonderfully disdainful
Aye, this Sycamore now languid and cold
A bough once sprung of glistening gold
Night,
Ageless and porous,
Sang screeches of fireflies of
Crescendo-diminuendo sparks.
What hour?
In the midst of the hustles, I lost my hoursight
Different, tonight, is my eyesight, seeing even
Through the darkest foliage of gentle, but sinister
Caress sway.
On the broken, cracked slabs, squatting, dark torsos!
Pensive, broken, sad, old and so good the
Work of Italian sculptors.
Further deep in searching glare, the hardened
Mats of hurried sepultures of returning
Soldiers, whose wellingtons have squelched in
Mudblood.
Wars and battles never post blandishments
On peace.
What hour now, brother?
It is so dark and mean, and my hourglass refuses a
Moon reflection.
But now the hours move fast on march of the
Headless feet in wellingtons.
'Left, right, left, right....'
Dolts hasten among fleeing marabouts.
Stench from ailing, balmed smog
Stills the whiffs of roasting deer, all in
One silence of close hour canticles...
Such phalanx, brother, coldens the head.
Diminuendo/Pentatoni
Swooh's of oohism
oohgasmic ooh's and
the ah-ooh,
ah;ooh's of ooh-ah's
-
There's ah rhythm to this
that's what I heard
a prefered way of doing it
that's what I heard
guess it aint that simple
Love is only a word
the cat's a little finicky
and the directions blurred
the chore of simplicity
my need to satisfy
a great deal of professionalism
that's the reason why
I can't eat if I
aint working gotta do my thing
got the birds ah chirping
let's hear them sing
There's ah rhythm to this
There's a kinda groove
get's my foot ah tapping
make's my body move
From The Book;
" The Better Understanding"
written By: Ditty-DeWright
The Sound's of a Distorted man
To deepen understanding of love and marriage,
it's a story about a man needing help after finding that love and marriage were not
the prime directives of Church and the Church Community.
Someone gave him a wordless song to help respirt
his then drained soul.
and Offfered him a ticket to a retreat were
they dealt with issues of people and persons:
The Challenging of a Bassoon
As dusk hours darken the skies ever later
Crepuscular creatures return
Strisores awaken the heathland
As the heat of the day still rises from the earth.
Quietness blankets the world in black
So silent I hear only noise
Yet over the volume of nothingness
The nightjars are back with their voice.
The trilling incessant and echoing through
The forest, rebounds from the trees
Bringing the woodlands alive at night
As the sound travels far on the breeze.
Pausing only to breathe and break their song.
As I hold my breath to silence my body
Closing my eyes to strain and not to miss
A single note in their evening aria.
As I retire to my chamber
Window open to allow warm breeze
Finally as sleep creeps into my mind
The nightjars commence their diminuendo
The noise of the night retreats
Inky blackness taking over the sky
Dreams float through the dark
Accompanied by the memories of the day.
March in with a slam
Awakening from slumber
Roaring with thunder
Comes in fiercely like a lion
Humbly leaves like a lame lamb
March 26, 2023
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest: Tankacrostic
Forever looms omnipresent in my numbed mind,
ominous warning of what yet may come.
Your life stolen
too young, too soon.
Dreams that this nightmare will recede from pervading
and murmuring through my subconscious thoughts.
Spools of selfish sorrow escape my psyche,
descending to darkest nights, unrequited longing.
Does my caress transit your wraith
as naught but cold, misty umbra?
I succumb to
deliquium.
When
you have played
noteworthy moves
early in a relationship
and the harmony
becomes discordant
it's time to backpedal…
diminuendo.
da capo
follow love's lead
December 24, 2020
A dance so cantankerous
The one that is not on earth
Happens every day in a forest
Not far from land of chaos
It is dance with a partner
His tail so longer and thorny
The teeth never knows brush
And the legs home of fleas
Crescendo or diminuendo
This witty partner wriggles
With the wet mouth open
I fear for virus infection
And comes the foot work
Clumsily my feet he steps on
His tail slaps my open body
School pupil victim always
The audience my savior
Watches from secure hilltops
With no one to save me here
The ugly dance is everlasting
Thunder growled and prowled the leaden sky,
no sign of birds in trees, no bees nor butterfly.
High summer and the thrumming of rain on leaf,
the catatonic stillness and quietude only brief.
A crackle of jagged light excites and splits the sky asunder,
followed by a murmur then a crescendo of rolling thunder.
The rain applauds with hordes of watery droplets,
that hiss and sizzle in the clammy air like rhyming couplets.
A moments grace as clouds race and build to thunderhead,
then the moiling, broiling vapour ignites and crashes overhead.
The brooding skies lighten as the heavenly orchestra perform,
diminuendo, percussion and birdsong the ending of the storm.
Yi feng xìn
Dear Motherland,
hope meagre moments yet dance
throwing taunted thrills
to the fostering figs?
Dear Motherland,
do the sassy streams with flaps
on diminuendo and crescendos' rhythm
yet maintain the lusty lyric?
Dear Motherland,
does frolic Kanji dam
basked in mushy currents
wins the mercies of fame yet?
Say nought, dear Motherland,
moments are now cleavages of trance
dark dribbles suck their nectar
puking punctured alakazam
Don't freak out, dear Motherland,
technology's tongue poked had
made callous confetti
of salient streams and their rhythms
Be not so ashamed, dear Motherland,
I heard the nauseating tale of our dam:
he's aged, broken limbs with no staff,
and smothered wits balming his laps.
'20:04:26:18:40
Note: Of moaning motherland (Nigeria).
wet wits worn
perforating pulpy pawn
pestered passion puked
cremating clipped cruise
hoisted hankering drooled
felon fate bruised
meagre metamorphoses moaned
spurring sassy sow
gullible gifts grown
dark diminuendo birthed
dribbling crescendos fitted
rusty rhythm rusticated
felon ambiguity flown
by blitzkrieg blown.
'20:04:17:19:26
Note: Of airy ambiguity.
eerie contractions etched
fostering fractured fetch
poring punctured pulses
worn winds wield
felon feigns drooped
hoisting hankering drools
bruised barks moaned
heaving sigh sown
by blitzkrieg enthroned
dark diminuendo dribble
cupping callous cripple
nocturnal nature nimble
spunky shaver severed
rondure creeps revered.
'20:04:04:11:30
Note: Of vying vision.
pulpy passion puked
perforating punctured view
dark dances dripped
hoisted crippled hankerings
sassy seals spent
salient sieves etched
wanky wits wept
damping callous crest
beauty politics belched
dark diminuendo drooled
nocturnal nauseated clue
saucy syllables stool
felon fate's fostered
vying voluptuous triggers.
'20:03:20:13:22
Note: Dedicated to Aristotle.
crushed concerto cruised
bounty braces bruised
salient seal scrunchy
dark diminuendo dusty
lanky hoists lured
vying voluptuous lurch
wet wits wanky
punctured pills curvy
hoisted heels hefty
saucy syllables scared
hoity bills bear
porous pen's pear
lofty gaunt gifts
etched airy gills.
'20:03:18:17:11
Note: Dedicated to Chaucer.
lusty leaves wave
rusty rhythm plays
airy accordion pukes
callous concerto's tune
mystic music melt
smothering saucy crest
dark diminuendo dribbles
hoisting hankering wrinkles
seeped'n sassy treble
like tactic tiers
severed syllables smeared
on papyrus's peers
same spell squashes
emotion love lodges.
'20:02:25:14:20
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