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We haven't known each other long
But we've been talking like best friends
Her mannerisms are becoming second nature
A second wind the way they nurture my nerves
She's got a smile that's like a breath of fresh air
She's got me laughing more than usual
And I can’t seem to catch the air
Unusual almost scary the way we peanut butter and jelly
Me + you is becoming our own lingo
A foreign language to others
Your pauses whisper to my ears
Drumming my heart into a baseline that will never flat line
Bottom line, you are precious to me
A darling so gorgeous to me
Your feelings hit me like the waves of your diction
Tell me what my laugh says to you
Tell me how my eyes enunciate your gaze
Tell me to read the braille of your goosebumps
And I'll tell you what your poems say to me
I'll tell you how my pen says to hold you gently
Let's hold this moment softly
Because to find someone who can sculpt time
Is rare,
You make the clock move at our pace
And I'm loving the two step of our cadence
I want to lean on you the way I'm relaxing in this conversation
Destination to no end
I feel like the richest man ever with her million dollar smile
Her smile steals from my heart and I don't mind one bit
Because that smile says everything I can't
Your eyes decipher my code
I’ve never felt this comfortable with vulnerability
I love looking out the window of our lingo
Opening the door to the depth of questions
Taking me closer to you
I just want to be closer to you
But right now I'm enjoying the heart to heart
p.s. you + me is becoming my favorite song…
Everything was so spontaneous
and beautiful in my younger years;
a young heart reaching out to adventurous dreams,
making them as real as his imagined schemes!
Climbing a grassy hill,
pushing forward to reach mountains,
and discover hidden treasures
that lay in darkness for centuries;
frescos of saints in spacious caves,
a statue of an Archangel
guarding the dusty altar
as he thrusted His long spear
into the woeful Devil!!
Spring was a stunning sight of fireflies,
so incrediblly cheerful and thrilling,
when the impetuous wind
scattered the small white flowers
of a clustered viburnum
over the acient town of Baianum...
where I spent my younger years,
cherishing the liveliness of adolescence!
Coming down steep cliffs
towards early evening...
when the sunset was ablaze,
serenity was never felt so deeply;
and as weary as the canary's song would be,
it prompted me to sing!
In my younger years,
all those days weren't a passage through brevity...
they lingered on like they were enraptured by eternity;
If I had foreseen the misery of my misfortunes...
I wouldn't enunciate the loss of their affinity,
or the vitality of my unrelenting footsteps:
when I crossed,so unhastly,
that magnificent land called, " Italy! "
MY GOD SAYS dedicated to GOD IS SPEAKING MINISTRIES
Talk
say (anything/something)
utter
state
My God declares declare
tells
by His voice narrative natures choice
Pronounce articulate enunciate
Vocalize verbalize
Enounce My God says
o have a conversations
"Last time He spoke"
My God says have a conversation with His spirit
talk
My God says have a talk with Jesus
My God says have a discussion
Converse communicate His will His ways
Make conversation with His sounds
Chew the fat/rag His natures eats
My God said natter have a chinwag
Shoot the breeze MY Creator winds
Give a speech give a talk His righteousness walks
5/12/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Angry words come running
out of a foul's mouth
without prudence or modesty;
condemning,cursing and defaming
whoever speaks of truth and honesty,
to appease their illogical doubt...
Gentle words, filled with contrivance,
flowing from a convivial heart
can make the biggest difference: deleting
an incident,which occured along the way;
loving words can put out the firing remarks
and have the audacity of keeping them away...
Brazen words have been the cause
of disrupted relations and friendships,
endagering peace and troubling
the minds of those who labored hard
to insure that it wouldn't fall apart;
only the skeptics see it failing...
Scathing and scurrilious words
hurt and leave deep scars
to enunciate their grief,ambivalence
and their wounded humanenness;
so ignoble is the inward hypocrisy
of the the inbecile who claims supremacy...
Up-lifting and inspiring words can elevate
a low ego to new heights:
like the silenced ones who were limited
by self-epression that now finds
a strong voice in their exquisiteness,
to attain the perfect concordance...
Anytime loneliness
brings its tidings of sadness...
look deeper inside...
to find a brighter side!
Don't set aside that untried aspiration,
let it come alive with boldness and action;
where others fail, you can easily succeed..
make the effort and fear not to dream!
Discouragement can delay
your flight to freedom by a mere doubt;
your spirit can still soar:
show the boldness of an eagle
and search for a sky
bluer than the rolling ocean!
I embarked on a long jeourney
and was deprived of much sleep,
my lost ship never found a shore;
little did I know about a lingering hope,
and like Columbus who was rediculed a lot...
and even called crazy by some,
I was awesomestruck
by a twist of luck!
Look deeper inside
and be so glad you've at least tried...
to discern anything that made you worthless;
enunciate your right to live to yourself,
and seek out completion
by not wrestling with perfection!
Topics of conversation seem to change as we approach maturity.
As kids we talked of love - now it's lumbago and social security!
It once was enlightening to simply discuss the weather,
But now it's a litany of their ills when oldsters get together!
When a teen we bragged about that first voluptuous kiss.
Now all we can do is talk about such and lamentably reminisce!
Girls whispered amongst themselves and cast a furtive glance,
At the high school "hunk" pining for a torrid romance!
In our courting days, sweet talk we'd whisper in the other's ear.
Now it seems we must yell to be heard unlike in yesteryear!
As married folks we debated about money, bills and kids,
Exasperating table-pounding sessions where we'd flip our lids!
Seems that no matter where senior brethren congregate,
With each other their aches and pains they must enunciate,
Discussing the woes of arthritis, phlebitis and laryngitis,
Bronchitis, bursitis, gingivitis, dermatitis and gastritis!
I reckon I could simply say, "Gee, you're looking swell!"
Then perhaps upon these gloomy topics they might not dwell.
I enjoy repartee with folks about religion, politics and sports,
But talk of doom and gloom leaves me sorta outta sorts!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I, (a bookish educated intelligent nerd,
albeit three score plus tres años)
constitutes a novel titled
The Virgin's Lover
by Philippa Gregory
another writer from England.
Not so much to boast
yours truly sunk trenchant figurative teeth
into material authored courtesy
aforementioned former renown British philosopher,
logician, and social critic.
As an academic, he worked
in philosophy, mathematics, and logic.
Just to reiterate
quite a couple plus years ago,
I plunged further into
trying to comprehend
(and did study every last page
birthed from said storied academic)
erudite epistemological philosophication
courtesy said renown British polymath,
philosopher, logician, mathematician,
historian, writer, social critic,
political activist, and Nobel laureate.
Whew! His Hume among us treatise
A History of Western Philosophy Quite profound
gleaned material eyes surmised
and into cerebral cortex his notions did drill
offering grist for intellectual mill
yours truly, a johnny come lately (me)
doth thirstily swill.
Though challenging material
to comprehend without shadow of doubt,
yours truly disciplines himself
to utter words out loud
in an effort accentuate, enunciate, inculcate...
No matter said storied author
among grateful dead fifty plus years,
I experience a communion
integrating esprit de corps
of one garden variety
beetle browed foo fighter (me)
linkedin courtesy immortality of soul.
They soon circle around a death;
rapidly after the last breath.
While the body is yet still warm,
they come, with haste, the greedy swarm.
Siblings, children, lost cousins, friends
all picking through the odds and ends.
Some wailing of a promise made
or claiming for a debt unpaid.
Who gets the house, the watch of gold?
"Much more," they say, "So we've been told."
"Secret accounts; a home abroad
The jewels left by old aunt Maude,
a diamond ring, a fancy car,
also, that etching by Renoir".
And then, the words that make all swoon:
At some time in the afternoon
executors enunciate
"There's naught left in this estate
all given to a home for dogs
a while before he popped his clogs".
Pick-A-Title, Vol 31 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Date wrote: 24th July 2022
Meandering Rhythmic Transformations
Imbued by ink attuned to think before my ships about to sink
Reviewed hues of too much to soon leave room for Fred Astaire to croon
Previews of life lived without strife illuminated throughout the night
Subdued reflections of abject detections of realistic injections of true insight
Humility among the labrynths of disguise and misdirection
Tranquility to light the incense of revised prophetic intention
Sensibility to tread lightly in the pretense of denied phrenetic invention
Flexibility to endure the fight among the immense defiant heretical condescension
Correlations of the logical rational minds forming a position to enunciate from
Calculations of the mathematical refines that perform and elucidate their equations upon
Evaluations on the chronological history of mankind to repudiate their names among
Illuminations of an unkempt mind in cosmological separation
Contradictions of emotion pouring through the construct of a screen
Writing fiction as a proponent of the writers written dream
Benedictions of the monks who disown it all while inside they scream
Jurisdictions of the core components of a hideous crime scene
Firmaments of beauty streaming down from the twighlight sky
Permanent polluting brings a tear toward my eye
Determinant souls computing of a man about to die
While the Impermanence is convoluting as the Buddhist nun lets out a sigh
Conspicuous connotations from another superficial influencer
Ridiculous observations that bring official condescenders
Ambiguous abdications from a heavyweight contender
Insideous aberrations from someone trying to defend her
Monumental renditions of a classical concerto
Experimental competitions reading out loud Dante’s Inferno
Elemental inquisitions leaning toward a place where they can only say No
Transcendental acquisitions take me where the river of knowledge seems to flow
The End Elizabeth Moroz Copyright
A letter to Adi has three letters
I dont know what are these letters.
But these letters, just letters of I always speak
No crime, just feelings
Just feelings of my forgiving heart
He really dont understand that I'm convinced
With his nothing more and nothing less, dont love me so much that hurts,
Always keep smiling, be happpy
But I'm not convinced how he flee these words
Isnt he is hurt?
Isnt he is happy?
Deepens my soul, deepens that I think much
Cos his words I wanted to enunciate
A big tip working overtime
A catch without falling
A decision without mistake
With him letter to Adi has three letters
That I always remember
A gateway to forever
But no forever
Strikes in, strikes out, bull's eyed at the same time
Wondered, wandered,
Hopeless and hopeful
Waiting and being left
I dont know what brought life's me in here
The nightmare of my delusion, I'm the prisoner
Long the wait, I'm been trap forever
Emotions carried away, I'm nowhere
A pace of something, life's in hunger.
Days I'd count, nights I'm trying to escape
To ruminate my fate
Love finds me there
Love lies me in there..
Breathing in, breathing out
Finally, I let your letters go..
Too much of dreams not coming true
Like I always knew.