Lexicon Poems - Poems about Lexicon

Put on word welfare by the poet gods They've rationed my "Inspired Insanity" No one could ever calculate the odds This blatant act of inhumanity No longer can I find words to describe Blue eyes that generate a winning smile Condemned, left with my profane diatribe And sentenced as a poet with no style Yet I am not that easily deterred My simple lexicon...

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Book of Breathings David J Walker Cruel clock Supernatural sail A false friend in the wind blending in To a breeze at the speed Of a whirlwind Tell me again about your tomorrow the sorrow comes with the dawn ...

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I asked what do you do for a living and there was silence I asked again socially just to fill the empty spaces this time to find a silence before he said *********** with a pause child *********** do you mind. Once painting a house in trade for a much appreciated car I pulled a bed out to discover soft padded metal rings chained on every...

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I make myself probing being and find world as...

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Come sit with me As muse moves writes, Truth and beauty Frame words I cite. Amuse my mind As heart fronts feel, Abide deep finds As words can heal. Come let me know A certain way, Cast and face show Poise in fond play. A touch sums lot In succinct proof, Feel flavours thought In plain old truth. Come to my aid Dear soul unseen, Words do get paid From chimes within. Align my heart To...

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"You must increase your lexicon"- I told my wife. She answered-"Yes!" And soon she added a silicon, To her enormous breasts....

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This poem may get into trouble, The world wants identity double. Attempting to culture commonality, The world champions individuality. Theft of language has become all too common, Yesterday’s use today identifies one a strawman. Definitions change, words take on other meaning, Often toward groups one way leaning. At our language different groups continually hack. In the case of *****, African American, now Black. Or...

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My Mother taught me how to see through language, paper was rare, iron ink wasn't free so she sold some jewelry for porcelain lettering, and we clapped and sang the alphabet into life our life, our joy, our phonetic rhapsody, the consonants kicked and the syllables scrambled a speedy scrimmage to espirited syntax spell...cat, rat, owl, fowl, star, far, wish and fish... Father's...

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Words have shallow meanings Skimmed from the alien pool Where aliens keep spitt of tongue These borrowed syllables are not of my tongue The taste was chewed from them long ago So yearning to recover my voice In words ancient as Methusalah And sacred before thee conquistadores came Must soak them in old images That structure sentences a new way Using punctuation like the end...

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I can’t believe it’s weekend already, the busy week has hardly been noticed as if it were like yesterday when, I started tidying up my room upstairs. Other commitments rolled in on weekdays; pastoral ministry, running some errands, homebound visits, writing and reading, spiced up the main preoccupations that made sense to the so-called system. Long...

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Have you seen what is coming to our lives? A veritable cornucopia of delights Angels of all kinds Kings Queens Dancers, acrobats, performers If life asks you to be happy then be happy! A lexicon of delight Awaits you at the...

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With the glut of sounds fixed within the book of expressions I cause the dearth in mine carve ‘pon slip for the eager to ponder A poet compelled yet tactful with scribe as a view thru scrim...

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