The clandestine creep
Started with a grandiloquent speech
And his surreptitious subterfuge
Has everyone confused
He said "Now grapple with the apple"
He said "has God really said"
Did God really mean that if you eat of it
You will end up dead?
The clandestine creep
Is after Jesus’ sheep
And His hands will reap
And He will forever keep
He attempts to rival God
Even walked where God trod
He attempts to corrupt things everywhere
He is the prince of the power of the air
Once the anointed luminary
Once light, until he was found contrary
Parading as an angel (as one of the guise)
To gain converts for the lord of the flies
Not as an aesthete, he steals
Instead of enjoying what God reveals
He realizes as bell’s knells, as the bell peals
He’s an A.I. of God that never kneels
An artificial insubordinate (A.I.)
Unfortunately, you are real
You’re the Godzilla to mankind
With our blunders we must deal
A simple roof to shield from wind and rain,
A tranquil house devoid of stress and strain
Where the flashes of faith and love do shine,
Renders a home the shrine of the divine.
No need for ocean of wealth, grand and vast,
But a peaceful spirit fostered to last,
Harvesting joy, strolling beneath the sky,
Staring at sparkling stars slowly slide by.
To use simple bricks homes to build, isn`t shame,
So it`s with words we choose, verses to frame,
No need for pompous, grandiloquent art
To touch the innermost depth of the heart.
Simple words cutely used sparkle delight,
Illuminate the common mind with light,
In humble verses, the inner self gleams,
Reflecting life's limpid lingering dreams.
High sounding verbiage sounds harsh to ears,
Grips the mind of the bulk of souls with fears~
Simplicity isn`t mediocrity,
But the mirror of true humility.
Need every romance be passionate
for it to resonate
Must professions of love grandiloquent
adorn the lace of verses intimate
Need lovers risk life and limb
to reel their marriage in
Must they stride ‘cross the world’s stage
worshiped by the idlers of the age
Cannot affairs of the heart
glow in candle’s quietude
Sustained by shared faith
and moral rectitude
Alas, lightning and fireworks are preferred
by those who hold the strings of the purse
Oh, great wizard, expelled from Oz,
expounder of nature's laws,
could it possibly be,
if we open our eyes to see,
you are a crazy loon,
a grandiloquent buffoon?
A better name for an octopus?
It's tough to make stuff up.
We could start with a brand-new appellation.
How about a name like "Suction Pup"?!
Or perhaps we could start the debate
with a numerical tag like "Ocean's Eight".
Another name open for discussion
would be a handle like "Squid's Cousin".
Still another, somewhat grandiloquent,
could be the rather pompous "Inknificent".
My Scottish friends, with joy, will weep
if the new label is "Bagpipes of the Deep"!
Or one can almost hear sailors shout "Ahoy!
Is that a rock? No, it's an Ol' Tangly Boy!"
(a disastrous morning Sonnet)
I am the very model of a girl who’s late for morning meal,
my charger failed, the printer jammed, the morning’s start has been surreal
I lost a scrunchy and a shoe, I had to use some dry shampoo
my Keurig had no k-cups too, so I’m feeling like a total shrew!
Our pre-dawn jog went really well, but now the morning's gone to hell
I couldn’t find clean underwear, I’m desperate to charge my cell,
I got some soap in my left eye, I stubbed my toe and nearly cried
While brushing teeth and hair in haste, I wonder why I even try.
Anna’s got an attitude; she’s not someone who’s normally rude
her hookup so ‘experimental’ has an irregular sleep-in schedule
how’s she going to get to class if she’s babysitting sleeping-lass
I guess I’m not the only one, who’s schedules simply come undone.
I woke her with a gentle voice and soothed her out—we had no choice
My morning happened to sideways go—but it fueled this grandiloquent tale of woe!
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A song for this:
Something Stupid by Michael Bublé and Reese Witherspoon
Esoteric enchantress mellifluously serenades
Abattoir hymn of threnody in this boudoir
Quintessential embodiment of thanatopsis
Quixotic dreamscape’s lachrymose fountain
Melody of scarlet puppetry in a masquerade
Grandiloquent gaiety phantasmagoric vitae
Oftentimes, as I‘m sure you also think, I can be a bit grandiloquent, loquacious and verbose in words that I have inked…
Well, today is proof that sometimes (and I stress sometimes) I can also be succinct:
Today a short note about kindness…for how often do we find…
to our loved ones…to our friends…our family…it is easy to be kind..
I wonder what our world would look like if that kindness overflowed…
onto every creature of the Earth…even those we do not know.
Would we be blessed to wake up one morning…look around and find…
a world where we can all be different…and still be one of a kind?
Well I hope you have enjoyed, as I have, this breviloquent sojourn…
because there’s a good chance come tomorrow…
my verboseness will return.
He used to be:
wordy, verbose, prolix,
chatty, jejune, digressive,
tedious, long-winded, repetitive,
elaborate, grandiloquent, loquacious,
pretentious, comprehensive, circumlocutory
Now he is:
pithy
Shadow Of A Neutrino
A grandiloquent assumption of man in having a vast expanse
of knowledge regarding the enigmatic progressions
of the infinite universe is as illusive as seeing
the hazy mirage of the physical
shadow of a Neutrino
Penned sometime in the past
decade or so...
Some of them are drifting vapor,
fluid pastel flavoring my tongue.
When awake, they linger like nectar,
or the hidden symbols of Jung.
Others are more like nesting dolls,
hand painted selves inside of selves,
secret centers wrung in reluctant recalls.
Narcotic sleep concocts misshapened shelves.
Still others are Fabergé eggs,
grandiloquent intricacies, ornate and refined,
interior parlors absent of regs.
Fantastic reservoirs are carefully designed.
But most of them are made of celluloid,
cinematic and impossible to avoid.
Published in the first PoetrySoup anthology- 11/20
Apprehend a blessed moment
of wonderful haughty agreeableness
Embroider it into a legacy hour
Exhilarated and motivated yet?
Not a gargantuous task
bohunks and lunkheads can do it
Jocular? Not me.
Grandiloquent perhaps.
Lavish yourself with volumes of joy
Be flexible, accept inspiration
Today is the first day of happiness
encouraging many succeeding such days
Glean hope and faith so you can
share it and embellish it
Deranged? Not any more than I was
yesterday or the day before
Buttercup as an anemone, I see my bonbon
In the midst of a wharve spin,
Graciously thin languette,
Ecclesiastic, a true coquette,
Offered for a handful of sequin
On the 1000-thread linen, rests Evangeline!
Shine the uptown shrine with whispering vocal cords
As the frock is overcome with a slow descend,
Never mind the sallow ambience of
An ageing Jesuit mission, or thereof,
Words of prohibition annulled by disparlure:
Madame! – as they say, I don’t kiss-poor.
My appearance, utterance of faith,
Expected and grandiloquent,
Clasped the mortification with inflamed blood,
Yet budding desire, instantly prescribed,
Not to let it out of my sight.
But to greybeard wonderful torrents of luxury,
About to 5G live-stream this imperious rite
Will put a stop to any cavil,
A cue in hand to excite ’n’ appease the inner devil,
I abide the coming, Evangeline!
Cordial satisfaction, marvellous plantation of joy,
Memento mori, I must this very moment, I must die.
Who Can Argue Miracles Exist?
No man, be he grandiloquent or coarse;
be he a learned novel or tattered page;
be he devout in faith or drenched in doubt;
be he a man replete with shame of sin:
No man (unless an empty man who flaps like cynic’s skin)
who has watched the early sun come out
or heard the song of sparrows spared the cage:
No man in love with his daughters: No man in love with his universe.
4/30/2019
Submitted for: Let's Have an Argument
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw
La-di-da land
In la-di-da land
The style is grand
The people are presumptuous
And their spending ostentatious
Their language is grandiloquent
But their thinking faculty is somnoluent
There, the smallest animal is elephant
And their look is elegant
The people love conspicuous consumption
And at all times, they crave for sweet sensation
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