Once I thought let me
clear the blackboard
and write a kind of word
plea-pla - plu, plea - pla- apluck
gri - gra- grumpiness, agrak
the grandiloquence a de went damn
smilefully bread.
Grimoire enchantress beguiles vetala invictus, slicka min kisse, hehe just kidding, just a u’i lata spreading sugar, a sweet gift. A snarl like smile crosses my countenance as I manifest into a deity of quintessential grandiloquence on this edifice, casting thy maestra symphony to be or not to be liminal esoteric Mnemosyne velleity, but in fact a vatic edict on tantalizing your most intimate sultry.
Necromantic kissy kissy muah, to the necrobiotic, rictus lambent lament, melodious songbird choir of sempiternal complexity to make sanguinary fervid incipient lachrymose flooding the streets. Cross this lycanthropic malediction for I ventriolic assanina husks empyrean arcana dismal fates under thy hex with the depths psychopomp Yggdrasil.
Careful where you tread mortal, goddess of the nigh is here, witchess gazes through the fenestral, nocturne saucers glimmer as the siren lures you with serenades and her visage, just an itty bitty bite is how it starts, catch a sweet tooth and it will splay you apart. Velvets bear jagged fangs emptying your chest cavity of your heart, delicate if it’s eaten before it stops.
"The selective instinct of the artist tells him when his language should be homely, and when it should be more elevated; and it is precisely in the imperceptible blending of the plain with the ornate that a great writer is distinguished. He uses the simplest phrases without triviality, and the grandest without a suggestion of grandiloquence."
~ George Henry Lewes
I am a fan of simple,
Not highly ornate,
I must understand the words,
So as to relate;
When I read poetry deep
With toughest vocab,
And the meaning of the lines
Are too hard to grab,
I'll simply skip it and go
To the next best one,
Too flowery is not cool,
Such poems I'll shun;
As they say, keep it simple,
It works best for me,
Ornate language is okay,
But it'll just bore me,
For I'm a fan of simple,
Not highly ornate,
But give me ornate trinkets,
Now, that would be great.
24th March 2023
Rhyme scheme: abcb
For Constance La France's "Writing Challenge - 'O' words" contest
To get your attention, I’d sing in the rain
I’d dance on the tracks and tease a freight train
Write a benevolent poem of grandiloquence, pining and craving for your amiable presence.
I’d win the lottery and give it away, then beg for change on a corner all day, to buy a rose to pin to your clothes, I’d have spent it all on you anyway
Then
When I have you
I’d fold you up, tear you apart,
stuff you in a bottle and cross my heart,
fling you to the horizon where all the waves start,
I’d patiently wait for you to return to me then,
I’d get to discover you all over again
PERSPECTIVES
at every
turn
insistent
tender
encounters
more
prominent
refocussi
of
attention
to
proceed
repurposed
in
an enfilade
brilliant
&
intense
grandiloquence
of
self-regard
with
compelling
familiarity
in
an
unforgettable
literal
fragile
labyrinth
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Word juice in
whispered summaries
by the senses...
sound painting
printed on
souls...
syncopations of
sonorities
smoothly
flagged...
visual exposure
of the conciliation of
all signs...
Concentration
of virtues in
grandiloquence...
with
hegemonic
of sensitivities...
Silence is everything...!
There once was a woman of affluence
Who suffered from great bouts of flatulence
She held it all in
Until the day when
It came out in a jumbled grandiloquence
John G. Lawless
©8/3/2021
Significance, magnificence, noncoincidence
elegance, eloquence, grandiloquence
effervescence, prepubescence, convalescence
quintessence, fluorescence, omnipresence
What makes these kind of groupings pleasing
It's not you, dear read, I am appeasing
Nor am I in any way illicit or licentious
~ As I take full advantage of poetic license
SILENCE
Juice words in
whispered overviews
by the senses ...
Sound Painting
printed on
souls ...
Synopsis of
sonorities
gently
flagged ...
Visual exposure
of the conciliation of
all signs ...
Concentration
of virtues in
grandiloquence...
Wit
hegemonic
of sensitivities ...
Silence is everything ...!
TRIFLE WITH ME
O trifle with me zephyr wind —
too kind for my mood.
Your flirtatious regale
smoothly entices my smile —
stop that
A halo over my head,
the grandiloquence of the moon —
like the zenith of Everest,
a cordial candlelight
pulls at the corner of my lips.
The starlight spreads
like a quilt tossed into the air
over a child’s bed.
The night like velvet sings
celestial songs — nothing’s wrong.
12/19/2018
Utopian dreams of HALCYON days are blind to devilry.
Where OPULENT wealth with SONOROUS, grandiloquence,are feared by JEALOUSY.
PENUMBRA casts it's shadow dark, so prying eyes don't see the Light,
And DESULTRY whose changing ways, distracts observant eyes.
EXUBERANT spirits are deluding, masking minds from clarity.
CREPUSCULAR, earths twilight night, and eerie shades of dawn,
Where evil hides in virtues guise, as Faith then Hope and Charity.
Those VISCERAL feelings deep inside, are lampooned by pasquinades.
These sarcastic, CYNICAL tirades, arranged by evil to avert, the devil in disguise,
Who tempts with promises he will not keep, beware, be very wise.
1/ 30/ 2016.
For whom do you write, vainglorious poet?
Who are the disciples you seek?
Shall converts worship at the altar of your prose;
Devoutly reciting your works?
Is there passion alight in your breast;
The call of some unknown muse?
Or does your pen labor of its own accord,
Guided by some universal force?
What is the sermon?
What message do you proselytize to the masses?
Shall all bow, or bend knee;
Demonstrably awed by your articulate compilations?
Self-fashioned prophet!
Or perhaps it is godhood you seek.
Author of verbal constructs.
Creator.
For who can judge your writing?
Who can look down their nose?
Furrow their brow?
Scoff?
For what you have crafted stands.
In grandiloquence or simplicity.
Perfect.
Crafted just so, and gifted to the world.
Can a critic better evaluate its worth;
Can the detractor eclipse the creator?
Perhaps then, it is he
Who fancies godhood the more.
A Grand inquisitor!
Laying to rest the heresies of your writ.
Sound the trumpets!
Send forth the drums of war!
Who shall emerge the crusade?
Shaper of public opinion.
Master.
God?
Strokes of eloquence
breathe airbrushed scenes
painting my world in linguistic dreams
How tasteless bland these buds would be
If phrased thy love were unspoken to me
like honey barren of sweetened flavor
a silent, save-less savior
In awe
giving pause
grant witness your thoughts
grandiloquence such passion draw
as violent rage to sweet stillness assaults
Like Iridescent colors
wrapped in transparent light
are the words of my lover
divinities descendant a lingual delight
If loosed a cellos strings
an octave low
an unworthy note
void would be the magic
at the touch of the bow
But No!
I hear the heavens open
my soul spun in a rainbows glow
oration poised a symphonic token
of love as it was intended to show
Let my days grow ever old
bereft my riches in tow
but take not thy language of love for me
lest my light fade away for the woe
Simply pleading...
Don't go, don't go
Thine eloquence to have and to hold
Oh my she said what loquacity to speak to me that way in short she was being short which to me is puzzling with prolixity with her haughty grandiloquence to say what I find garrulous Her opinion also me thinks to be concise rhymes with logorrhea I apologize for my dear lady for any misunderstandings on your Part to be precise and to the point I am going to drag this sokal affair out into the open with all the facts with such verbosity that you will get the dust out your dictionary and contrary to public accurateness read and understand the word and not change it to appease itching ears Disclaimer I was not in intentionally trying to harm anyone I hope no one was hurt by a seemingly long rant