In my recommendation of my syncopation
Gathering of humanoids rhythmic sensations
copulation dramatization rescape Rufus reggae beats
Ginuwine Drumline rat a tat tat
attack on this yet you're all that
Blilighten crest muscles flex
myself being sweet to myself
I can release by myself
when I'm by myself
I am the glory of the rhythm person above and below dancing in the streets walking
Attuned yet sleeping awaken in summers dream
I witness
as I write this
Boom a bout' a bing drum beat
Tis beat mi rhythm my
Mine boom ta bangity crept
As I, write a beat to myself
Booya
The distant is so close
When inspiring the intention:
in poetic dramatization
And on that day, you will tell your son
saying: This is on account of what
the Lord, my God, did for me that day
when I went forth from Egypt...
At the stroke of midnight
I, the Lord, your God
wreaked judgments upon the Egyptians
smiting their every firstborn
from man unto beast
from the king who sits upon his throne
to the hewer of wood and the drawer of water
I, the Lord Almighty, did this
I, Myself, and not an angel
I, Myself, and not a seraph
I, Myself, and not a messenger
I am the Lord; I am He...
Note: Not a word-for-word translation from the Book of Exodus.
Rather, a poetic dramatization, but one which hews closely
to the Hebrew text. ~ gw
****-retentive
stick up the ass
over-reactive
over-dramatization
over seemly unimportant
irrelevant issues seemed to
always be the response to
crossing over the pet-peeve line
that had been created over time
there's improper usage
of the English language
how can one manage,
to read something so below average?!
oh, the grammatical errors,
and the punctuation terrors!
so many spelling horrors
none of what literature requires
lack of capitalization
and over dramatization
ruining the theme's creation
and the flow's demonstration
those who ignorantly criticize
have sadly failed to realize
that to capture a poem's essence
the poet must use creative license
to form interesting sentences
and put them in unique sequences
the poet must think artistically
and express emotion creatively
and therein lies the beauty
of writing poetry
Feeling this, what has become of this day
This day, these words I spill
what place from my heart did they originate
Yes, plans can change
but what has provoked them from seeping out
Stunned, no dramatization
Captivated, no reaction
it only took one night and I'm suddenly addicted
Her sweet, soft brown eyes along with her alluring voice
My mind has shattered, broken
She has taken over
No obsession, just an unseen addiction
still trying to shake the cobwebs
pinch myself awake, am I only dreaming
date #3 tonight, maybe I am
I can only hope that I don't slip and fade
There isn't a collar on my neck
She isn't pulling me by a leash
just my heart on my sleeve
and hopefully it will help me
What has become of this
I can't stop feeling this
Each week, viewers of the television saw
what was an over-dramatization of the practice of law.
His intensive questioning got many to confess.
The guilty would often break down into distress.
Here the lawyer was in front of a judge and jury.
The questioned were under oath with a threat of perjury.
Mr. Mason always seemed to outsmart the district attorney.
He grilled those who were perpetrators of crime.
How can one be a lawyer and detective at the same time?
With weary despair, I cast my glare amid the bottomless pit,
only to see your reflection, mirrored in it,
the whole of time, with just me to watch,
a beacon of light, waving a torch.
Chasing dogs through space...
With a child's playground, in an adults mind,
the cows are milking me, it must be time for tea?
Universal thought, with a timeless stare,
what delights do you hide under there?
So many aeons of civilizations,
all with just one realization,
to come to life with such dramatization,
across chasms of time and canyons of space,
those dogs led me a merry race
Surge the transcendental shift, give your consciousness a healthy lift
and breeze through the Ether, with delusions of grandeur,
out among the worlds far flung,
You hear the wind? That's my song thats sung,
Feel the rhythm! Hear it pound?
subtle vibrations create stable ground,
with a twist of Higgs Boson, matter is bound!
The branches of life that spring from thee,
all the tentacles of a family tree,
and to think i'm still just a monkey!!
Bring on peace and love and i'll go bananas ;)
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
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