Soup of poetry
What great taste
It's better than poultry
Unique ingredients that won't waste
The passion of hands that inspire royalty
With a simple bowl
So steaming hot
What's in it, what it holds?
One serving is never enough
Don't worry there's plenty in the pot
Words that float as you smell its steam
An intriguing and captivating love
Let's you comprehend what it truly does mean
The art and heart it has of...
In the kingdom of thy King and thy Queen
In the land of poets and muse
A beautiful world filled with galore of ideation
Where jesters smile attaining all and can amuse
The throne needs leisure or face execution
Many things that are mad but yet can confuse
Painting the roses red
Is faking the truth to the emperors crown
To be caught won't matter what all will be said
You'll be judged and humiliated on a jury's ground
All warning signs you've avoided to be read
The token to a skill to feather and write
Takes devotion and emotion from deep inside
Flavor that foresight don't let it escape your sight
What one without knowing might hide
Soup of Poetry that finesses with delight
When I goggle at the screen
Of wild black yonder,
O Stars! I feel a blazing avidity
In my vital limbs
Elan eyes of the angels,
Invested in with thousand finesses,
Show your cloudless sparkle to
the ignorant world
The magnetic star adjacent the Moon
to guide the sailor way out,
My heart responds to
thy flickering with life,
You ignites my bituminous soul,
With an immortal spark
Swing, sweet child
Kick your legs high
Swing, sweet child
Reach for the sky
The swing's your pendulum
Gather momentum
The world's your proscenium
Elicit oohs and aahs from the plenum
Pull hard, sweet child, with all of your might
Extend your reach upward to maximum height
Rock the frame of the swing-set till the dusk of twilight
Your silhouette framed against newborn starlight
Your wondrous display of finesses linked with brawn
Has all those assembled cheering you on
As you soar over sandbox and adjacent green lawn
In your best party dress of pink lace chiffon ...
Swing, sweet child
Kick your legs high
Swing, sweet child
Reach for the sky
Whether it's liberal or 3 dimensional it finesses my situation
bursting with creativity boosting my intellectual
I can see myself as an individual my mind is on
an all time high sensual life imitates it when i'm
down it mitigates it the pain gets washed away
like rain barely scratching beneath the surface
art is what earth is god handcrafted and made
this type of art could never be man made it's
tenfold and slayed I respect the pastels even
the paint I hope it never gets faint art is my
world sort of like my favorite girl art is what
I love we fit together like a hand in a glove
I'll put nothing else above.
I am going to teach you a lesson
A lesson in finesse
What? Coming from me, it will be the first
But I'll give it to ya
First, don't answer a question with a question
That - I do that a lot
Think you do too
It's human nature
Where did you go today?
Why do you want to know?
Did you do that?
I wonder who did it
Now when it comes to problem solvers
Take it from me
I am the pro at it
First see where the problem is
And go straight to the source
Distinguish it
Put water on it
What? Yeah - cool - my friend
Douse yourself with some cold water
You'll get a clear head
Unless the problem is yourself
Then I cannot help you there
You'll handle it on your own
Thus you be
Another pointer - always point it out
Yeah - who doesn't want to know?
Tell the truth, my friend
You'll make some friends and a few enemies
You'll learn to talk plainly and truthfully
Which the bottom line is better for everyone
Who asks you anyway?
That's it
That's my lesson in finesses
Come join us tomorrow
As there will be a few chairs here
Waiting for you
Hear?
DEATH IN D FLAT
The song begins with a high note and ends on a low
And denotes the notes urged and surged in between
In the center of the song the brass begins to blow
But then a piccolo portends the end of pert and pristine
At first the fiddles finery finesses a flute
While a violin steals a viola's heart
Suddenly a dulcimer and a drum declare a dispute
When, of course, a pinewood piano pulls them apart
The maestro keeps time measured quite well
With a baton beckoning beauty from a band renown
The crescendo cradles a symphony to swell
But the vexing vocalist's voice dons a deceptive gown
Then choreographed is the chorus, the chorals and bells
With a timpani to teach a trombone what it never before tried
Oh, from the choir comes the groans of ten thousand hells
And the misery music made when our romance and the rhythm died
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DEATH IN D FLAT
The song begins with a high note and ends on a low
And denotes the notes urged and surged in between
In the center of the song the brass begins to blow
But then a piccolo portends the end of pert and pristine
At first the fiddles finery finesses a flute
While a violin steals a viola’s heart
Suddenly a dulcimer and a drum declare a dispute
When, of course, a pinewood piano pulls them apart
The maestro keeps time measured quite well
With a baton beckoning beauty from a band renown
The crescendo cradles a symphony’s swell
But the vexing vocalist’s voice dons a deceptive gown
Then choreographed is the chorus, the chorals and bells
With a timpani to teach a trombone what it never before tried
Oh, from the choir comes the groans of ten thousand hells
And the misery music made when our romance and the rhythm died
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Could I be one of the stars in the picture you see?
I'll settle for being part of their light that glitters and gleams
I'd rather be part of the sky without epidermis or features
Where the attraction lies in the space among heavens creatures
In powder blue that is accentuated with pale softness cotton-esque
From the rays of warmth that run the golden ladies tresses
Matching yellow frame of taut physique there in finesses
Better the round circular perfection of the silver moon
Opposite slender face with almond eyes supporting spectacles
Or the precision curves when half hides morning and noon
Behold the smile of generosity un-contained by mere receptacles
Instead of outer form being measured and compared to others
But the magic of imagination that emotions uncover