Literate Poems - Poems about Literate

I feel honored, and flattered to acquaint myself (a married youthful looking sexagenarian solitudinarian from southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania), yet feel awkward at jump/kick starting a rapport. Literate lettered latitudinarian looms larger than life Presents the following slapdash higglety-pigglety bupkis, whereby reader experiences being mentally hogtied perusing pseudo poetic perambulation devoid of sense and sensibility welcoming character assassination concerning pride and prejudice of yours...

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Literate lettered latitudinarian Presents the following slapdash higglety-pigglety bupkis, whereby reader experiences being mentally hogtied perusing pseudo poetic perambulation devoid of sense and sensibility welcoming character assassination concerning pride of yours truly, who merely strung together words sharing "arian" as their last five letters for no particular rhyme nor reason quite aware that forced gobbledygook underwrites storied reputation of unnamed aspiring author cramming nonsense linkedin jibber-jabber hodgepodge fashion deplorable basketed mumbo jumbo giving...

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Did you edit away the fire, in your attempt to be correct Do your words make you a liar, as they break and disconnect Is that order you chased after, now a deserted no-mans land With your mind and spirit sinking —in a literate quicksand (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)...

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Did you edit away the fire, in your attempt to be correct Do your words make you a liar, as they break and disconnect Is that order you chased after, now deserted no-mans land With your mind and spirit sinking, —in a literate quicksand (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)...

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Alliteration For The Literate Periodic poetry pantomimed in pain Resistance being reasonable like runaway rain Solutions seem simplified by someone so insane ...

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In a stolen moment of solitude I sit at the base of my bookshelf and surrender to swirling synaptic symphonies of Solzhenitsyn In yet another purloined pause I pensively peruse Poe’s pedantically petrifying ponderings I desperately desire a day to dutifully devour Dickinson’s dreamy dirges Alas my children call and I must leave my literary wonderland all is not lost for bedtime is near and Dr. Seuss awaits...

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