Spoken said
Verbalized declared enunciated
Given aired voiced
Brought out whispered
Proclaimed commented
Blurted breathed broadcasted
SPOKEN
Asserted affirmed promulgated
Spoken truths and untruths
Advertised where am I to be casted
Publicized overwhelmed subdued demoralized
BROKEN
Talked discussed uttered thrown up despaired
Vented broadcast gasped phrased up and out
Broken
Snarled shot ripped (out)
Silently diverted screams of dispersions’
Vocalized shouted articulated denounced
SPOKEN
Shared passed announced Be it so,
Spoken is the broken speech at naught
Alleged ventilated averred formulated
Drawled avowed
Doubted Be it so, spoken is the broken
BROKEN
Vocalized shouted articulated denounced
Shared passed announced
Be it so, spoken is the broken speech at naught
Broken is Spoken
Quiet marks the spot
5/4/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Silent and anonymous nights
Are turning loquacious once again....
That unavowed situation of heart
Enunciated through eyes....
The broken heart was healing
Learning to keep body and soul together....
It seems like blossoms were blooming again
The heart was relieved from pain....
The eyes flooded with rain
Are being charming again....
The circumstances have changed
Nothing is seemed to be the same....
Yes , her heart was mending
And his love for her is building it up....
Her soul engulfed with pain
Is nurturing once again....
She started framing her dreams again
This time with the person ,
Who accepted her with all her scars
And is trying to pull her out
From her past....!!
Yes..
She's moving on....
She's learning to live again....
Most importantly....
She's learning to love again....!!
A sudden rain
cloaked the rail path
Lightning strikes were furious
Thunder storms drum big
Windows drenched in rain
Unable to see the scenes
Uncertain about the future
As we were trapped inside
Dreading the journey,
Holding my dad's fingers
I closed my eyes;
Leaning on his arms
Lamenting the harms
Frightened me, cried
To wipe out my tears,
he made me hear
his childhood memories
and funny stories
To obliterate my fear,
he enunciated his, failed cracks
and success tracks
"Beleive in the driver
and relish the journey"
He boldly advised
By sharing his life's journey
He made that messy journey
The memorable one
The stories I heard on that ride
could be correlated with all the current
and future circumstances
The lesson I assimilated
Is my guiding light
Even after the halt of the train
The words he uttered
resonated deeply inside
and still resonating
even after his demise
and will keep on resonating
throughout my life
Happy Father's day
Traduced! Forgive but don’t forget is the adage
How can one heal whilst storing the ugly image?
It’s the lie entailed by cowardice…
So a mind, replete with forgiven but unforgotten
Turns irrational and presumes in verbiage rotten!
Imminently, bruises need a poultice…
Mired in all the untoward-pardoned-unforgettable
Eclipsed visages twist-taunt into the judge-mental
as he hammers over a ripped bodice…
Rage absorbed takes on a caliber hard to disown
Of a volcanic-type verisimilitude; shield unknown
under the buried-remembered, malice…
Nursed so long in remembrance, turns corrupt
Drinks in all the stored negatives to then erupt
in wanton caprice…
Surely, forgetting is requisite to forgiving,
for how is one to enjoy the present living?
Odious history’s peace…
Riding the past to fill moments in beauty
Memory retention is the declared reality
Enunciated with declining hubris…
(5/27/21)
sitting aside the shadows
ripp'd jeans and red stillettos
smoke(y)d, husky musk of haze
dazed, deliberate a'mazed
but tu
tu'(á)more
deep set eyes
seduced
flushed
cheeked, acapella
twice
beats
beats
twice
set on repeat
she sways in his (whirl)wind
breath(less)
tongues twirl
heated
silence
announced
enunciated
moons blushed in arousal
twin flutes
lain upon the floor
an ocean whispers to the shore
beats
breaths
beats
night, death, dawn
beauty brushes beneath
and above
and beyond
and more
N.I.G.G.E.R (Nigeria Is God's Greatest Enunciated Race)
On the road to Africa lies riches & diamond rings,
In the land of green & white & green,
The men with "three eyes" are kings,
Raising above sickening sins that stinks
And becoming a god without God investigating,
Corporate Merriment on the day of their joy
Though we're questioning & vexing.
We're Unforsaken but a 'chosen generation,
A royal priesthood, an holy nation'
(Though could be unholy in her approach sometimes),
Beauty & power laudest in our ovation,
A land of brown sands, blood & brine,
Riches & undying hope in its prime,
Queuing vehicles & praying hands
To lend our spirit, soul & body wholly
Like ghost to trouble joy, we tell the story;
Eyes gaze at the pilot stars
Calculating our abundance & scattered equations.
So let's swear an oath
On the highest mountains & hills
Like starved whores on pills,
Like gods careless of mankind under their eyes,
That greatness will be a reality someday,
And like lost treasures from a capsized ship
Nature shall wash your shells where this land lies
And it shall breed saviours of our kind.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2017
Golden sun enlightens contours of violet arc
Painting mauve motifs on canvas of cosmic art
When constellation of dewdrops sparkle on grass
And thoughts of your allure enchant my heart,
As in pristine meadows of sensuous past I walk
Holding hands of dawn to reminisce love that was
When you come along, cheering one more dance--
Oh, how I regret, not kissing that ebullient morn,
Strolling in memoirs of your favorite garden
Where gardenias court scent of rose blossoms,
Crafting ode of love that's silent on fervor--
Alas, you've never heard rhythm of my poem,
Shrouded in metaphors that proffer not a clue
But it's always been true: there's no one but you
For you see it enunciated in language of runes
Where dreams you dream are passing through.
Wish you knew I worship the ground you walk on
And love everything about you just the way you are
And ache for your moon, wish for your stars,
For no one but you makes me feel--I have it all.
August 26, 2019
Placed 2nd: If only you knew poetry contest by Silent One
HM: Strand special 7 by Brian Strand
What I loathe are the fake things
Porcelain smiles, cardboard handshakes
Laughter so hollow, it echoes
Nebulous promises forgotten
Just as soon as they are enunciated
Pretence when none is needed
Feigned sincerity that even
A child can see through
Nebulous promises, however well-intentioned
I loathe to the Nth degree
Sweet as they might be
They soon melt away like candifloss
Fakeness, I loathe
Sincerity, I love
For it speaks to character and substance
To which, I can only aspire
The names of success spoken slowly, enunciated with near perfection.
Begetters delighted while warriors of knowledge even prouder.
Frame the object with that pride, etched in bold colors of quested victory.
Intended to render focus where future awaits with her breath of betterment.
Render the mortar board square, keeping the gown smooth as the silk it resembles.
Shutterbugs will capture that smile of a thousand future memories.
A feastful celebration shared in public display, consuming all thoughts of ineptness.
Success is now official along with all cheers for you - the graduate.
......................................................
Written: 5/18/2016
Type: Prose Poetry
Contest: Any Poem You Ever Penned
Contest Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placement: 10th Place
I'm living in a haze,
These dark days.
Some how always
Getting the best of me
Why won't they leave me be.
Just set me free.
My mom freaks.
My voice too weak
My dad sees
He just leaves.
But these dark days.
Even with the haze.
Keeps me safe.
Embracing me
I'm free.
The pain
With no gain.
The tears
When no one hears.
The haze
From my dark days
Lifts me up
And sets me down.
Only to be a clown.
To turn my frown
Upside down
Even though
I'm very low.
And my days
With my haze
Makes me sad.
Makes me mad
It also make me glad.
I know the haze
Acts as a maze
Taking me to places.
Setting up bases.
For me to visit
I know I'm gonna miss it.
When its gone.
The next morning
I got a warning
My beautiful haze
Stating a phrase.
"Medicine will make you better."
It enunciated each letter.
I cry
As it waves good bye
A finger down my throat
And a nurse who gloats
A tiny pill.
Just to kill
Put an end
To my only friend
My dark days,
Have never felt so dark
the eloquence of -
the song of the syllable
the tone, like solemn Gregorian chant,
tympanically resonant to hear
beautiful as deep-red Tiffany glass
stoned echo of Morpheus
a Morpheme of the god of dreams
the language is a beautiful thing
to hear - enunciated, emancipated,
softly muscular moves,
especially whispered into ear
© Goode Guy 2013-02-04
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/lingual
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morpheus_(mythology)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morpheme
i noticed an enticing gleam in your eyes
a gleam that enunciated precisely what i needed to hear
but somehow i was slow to recognize
when i discovered what your stare made clear
in those emerald orbs i saw your heart
in in that stare were the words "my dear"
that was when sweet began playing its part
and forced far away forever my fear
we shared a shadow under an old oak tree
and a sweltering summer's day suddenly became cool
under that old oad tree were found you and me
when reality decided to break its rule
the rule was that only time would tell
yet the two of us needed no such time
destiny took us to where divinity would dwell
and a summer's day made so sublime
that day you came as such a surprise
while your emerald eyes became an exclamation mark
but by then i wasn't so slow as to not recognize
that you stood as a disclaimer to the dark
(c)2012 ....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Fresh...novel - ingenuous in this nifty world of poetry
The congregation of well-versed and eloquent poets
Reflexion occupied and inhabited within your bosom
Comments - indited and penned by your hand,
Enunciated and explicated by your psyche
Behind of what is envisioned and construed
Philia augmented and fruited
Yielding the sweets in acquaintanceship
Not just co-writers
Not just gurus and advisers who meliorates and nurtures me
Competent as it can be
But buddies and intimates who're TIED UP
Great sophisticated poet - Nette
Words of heart so new -Nikko
Unbars the door of wisdom - Dr. Ram
Now,we've educed this bind - never loose...
* Jun-jun Villanueva
*Nette Onclaud
*Nikko Palmario
*Dr. Ram Mehta
****TABLE FOR FOUR contest
Failing Light
Come you not by faltering keyboard
Or the disastrous fandango’s of poetic minds
The niches and grand beaches of eloquent ink
Lost to us now
Mourned are such names
Who by inspiration alone delighted
Cut from swathes by idiotic stalks
Have ground their words to paltry dust
But beginnings must
And so in the crests and wallows of verbiage; retire and retreat
The willing light once was
But now written for better pages
We dream on to reach such articulate and enunciated heights
But fail
Fail; yes; in ramblings misspellings of art
With crude black marks of censorship reiterate such opinions
And become a convenient diary
Plagiarised without a dictionary
Poetry ?