VERBOSITY extensive exaggerated & embellished expositions
Categories:
expositions, spoken word, voice,
Form: Alliteration
The magazine cover page had a picture
Strange,
Out of the norm.
All those expositions of creative writing
are not pure and divine, nor sober as well.
A hypothetical extravaganza of law-breaker laws.
There is no validity of empty or full glass
No chance of any logical input , there.
Breaking that glass introduces the possibility
Ultimate materialization of the ulterior climax
Little to do with a softer pencil mark
No way to erase that either.
Permanent stains, long-lasting, durable.
Sophist hallucination of a strange life
One cannot deny anything through escapism
Thinking aloud, Thinking a lot.
But then, why me?
I am just nobody
With a sky darkened with ages of improbable fall out.
Perhaps, there is not much left
But to be red through emotions,
red like blood. Red, a hot-headed color.
My meager plate gets lost with
innumerable calculations of priorities...
and the room floor with hypothetical extenuations
everything, everywhere.
A series of happenings of world with no far-reaching continuity
A groaning pain of a hopeless night, and a day too.
Thinking aloud, thinking a lot.
Categories:
expositions, art, feelings, writing,
Form: Free verse
They have the look, the farcical
Over-fanciful stamp
Of last minute additions; in
Squirrel; cone it clutches.
Or in world-sized expositions
Of a display's re-vamp
Lily-ponded, frog-jumped, for those
Charming little touches.
Categories:
expositions, fantasy, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Expositions delight, I have it now,
into the mirror I take a bow.
My narcotic panic,
for my inner wack cynic.
A saber in my hand,
ready for battles in the sand.
And drop focus onto my heart,
I just to began to start.
Tweak on my freak on,
constantly play like Tron.
but I cannot respond,
I'm going at her like James Bond.
Am I at a show?
Or just watching the traffic move slow?
Don't matter! - I won't go!
Not until this last rock does glow.
Categories:
expositions, drug,
Form: Rhyme
The gravity of the wave of deceit has pulled political integrity
To its lowest ebb and flow, smothering morality with quagmires
Of electorial power abuse and sarcastic expositions of vanity.
Republic--Democratic--ideas, once held in high esteem
Have become veiled, vacuous words wallowing in party mud;
And our home--country has fallen into moral bankruptcy. But
We must refuse to accept that the vault of resolution is empty!
As with Noah, the turbulent times treacherously trot trust's road,
Inundated with pompous potholes of indignant, twittered "isms".
The Star Spangled Banner is a distant echo and America The Beautiful
Has been recalled. Her amber waves frothing on the shores of deceit.
How long will we willfully play dice with the fate of a drowning nation?
How long must we allow "...crippling fear...like a nagging hound of hell...
Pursue our every footstep..." with shattering winds of depression?
Categories:
expositions, 12th grade, allegory, america,
Form: Prose Poetry
expositions, preminitions
dry-erasers falling from the sky.
but I've got a chalkboard for a
raincoat and a half dozen reasons
to change my expression.
synthetic saliva in some neon colored
sharpie highlighters.
misplaced emphasis in shades of
bright yellow..
verbs and pronouns ask all the questions,
to vulgar to be put into print..
once an epileptic discourse unraveled and convulsed
beautifully off of my tongue.
sitting in the corner shaking violently
at the wrist. slumping at a computer
writing poetry with a pocket full of
felt tipped markers.
watching the clock turn slowly
at night shift in a breakroom.
stealing away to heaven in a fit
under the hum of some ballis
lights.
Categories:
expositions, allegory,
Form: Blank verse
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Blind...with the beauty and symmetry of nature
Can't espy the astonishing and sedate scenes of ardour
Just living with the greatest and blindest darkness
Imageless and almost senseless...
Deaf...with the mellifluous and profound music of amity
Can't harken the serene and blithe tune of natural creativity
Just living with my own nothingness
Dumb and almost senseless...
Mute...can't explode feelings and heartstrings through words and expositions
Can't speak and expound my real emotions
Can't shout out loud, just living with silence - soundless
Dumb and almost senseless...
Paralyzed...can't accomplish what was desired to achieve
Can't act, can’t execute, can’t move - there's no relieve
Just living with myself, occupied by loneliness
Cripple and now USELESS
Balked, feeble, depraved, weak - a YOUNG LOSER
Living with the lies through one's teeth? Will never be ...
And will never SURRENDER
Still BREATHING
BELIEVING...
KNEELING...
PRAYING...
~~~Armed to the TEETH with Faith and Devotion~~~
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Categories:
expositions, devotion, faith, , cute,
Form: Ode