Long Enunciation Poems
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Wordsmith's Veneration...
Aye willy nilly understate (trying 2)
tantalize, hypnotize, galvanize...
with "FAKE" trumpeting
spellbinding, rambling, quivering...
intoxicating, hallucinating, gyrating,
stop to take a breather...
English Language vocabulary, a
fascination, intoxication, provocation...
upon me ocular, neurological, mental...
faculties of this nattering nabob
from outer limits of twilight zone
i.e. literary krazy Jewish jabberwocky
issuing haphazard global toll till
fallout exacting deserved damn
cratering nascent (inchoate) career
digitally/electronically bi:
ne'er re: carpet bombing
away upon modus operandi, sans
sesquipedalian shrapnel strafes wrought
realization literary scaffolding
complex edifice thought
out in mind of yours truly,
not popularly sought
opportunity to experience
rush of excitement,
asper choice winner equals naught
inexorable effort to cobble innovative
linkedin words disappointment fraught
submissions witness polite declinations
attesting, lamenting, regarding poetic
expansive glommed language, unlikely
success tubby brought
adulation, commendation, enunciation...
fades into afterthought.
Ablest adept adroit aficionado
applauded aspiring authors accorded
absolute badge because
brevity brews brilliant burnished
bravado bubbling budding bulwark
captivatingly collates, communicates,
constitutes conveys avast literary
Grand Canyon chiseled, sans scribe's
Colorado devoid, asper driven desperado
contrariwise, through prevalent
persistent pinterest proclivity,
plus plethora pronounced propensity
resoundingly regaling readers
re: raffish ridiculous rumination
renders endeavor incommunicado
diligent doggedness ironically -
dampens dueling dynamic dud
dutifully dramatically diminishing
divine dream deemed darling
distinguished doodling I sip
prose poe hit tick drafter
equally or exceeding
prospects envisioning El Dorado,
thus this Neanderthal sites his lumbering
lugubrious trademark, an
immediate attribute sensing
missive heading directly
to Davy Jones locker
dead reckoning deep virtual
waters of cyber sea!
Alterations Of Gommunications
Alterations of deep invigoration that pull me out of this dream
Calibrations of computations that numerically demean
Annotations of misco ordination that stifle their screams
Complications and celebrations as they misunderstand the meme
Hallucinations that are forced on you when reality is where you stand
Communications that are sad but true as your forced to play your hand
Condensations of a situation that just won’t get through as the poor take a stand
Commiserations for the chosen few who are now considered grand
Bipartisan confusion in places where there was once political reason
Artisan allusions that advocate for freedom
Partitions of dellusion that could be considered treason
Admissions of collusion that are beyond the call of the season
Barometric records that increase the temperatures around the globe
Geometric treasure found in nature that mathematicians constantly probe
Symmetric compositions that you never want to go
Esoteric inquisitions that are there for spiritual show
Mass communication that over saturates the order of the day
Crass enumeration that you never wanted to display
Alas this enunciation may not land in the right way
At least in the commiseration I have said what I needed to say
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
“The word Om is like the sky, it is not the discernment of the essence of high and low. How can there be enunciation of the point of the word (Om) which annuls the manifestation of the Unmanifest?”
Manifestation springs from the gong Om,
wherefrom arises entire creation,
soundless bliss thunder in the heart, our home,
felt by our presence as God’s vibration.
We may say that Om mirrors God’s heartbeat,
life pulse that renews itself in itself,
source of aliveness and magnetic heat,
known beyond space-time as the light of Self.
Waves of the ocean, always in motion,
as are all planets orbiting the sun,
prayerful devotion sans commotion,
signals that consciousness is in truth one.
Navigating life maze with zest and zeal,
in-breath and out-breath has the same appeal.
1. ? OK, I'm good to go ...
2. Satirical, ironic, quick wit, = critics fave +/-
3. Dad's magical, handcrafts a buck into luck plus 2 birds in a bush, $0.01
land + $0.99 houses--1950s+->. Mom's an honest woman, she married
Dad's $$ since she's a BIG spender--fed the starved, clothed the poor,
housed the homeless, OMG--oh, and Him too--He got the most.
4. The Word, its Exposure, and unafraid using ingenious efforts gifting His
truth to the masses. (Inked signs breath divine)
5. A past erases, a present tense being dealt, hopes in a future, and yon...
6. Lose those closest, here and there--bits of me, and the word just outright.
7. My publications grow, family successes, and talk of those pastime--in their
presence.
8. Time be toned down, time an instant's measurable, and time when they
say, "Good night," ... and it is.
9. USA's 50th State, Hawaii. Birthplace/Souper Tag Name, 'Hilo' (Sight may
affect pronunciation, High Low--an error. Its enunciation is, HEE-low.)
10. LAST NAME: (note the Haw'n accents)
WhatPleaserepeatyournameslowlyandpronouneitclearlythankyou
SUFFIX:
Iamsosorrymaybeweshouldtryspellingitstartingwiththefristalphabet
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Ancestral ties to climes' worth, heeds adaptive skills mid moving change as focus stead our needs; rabbits to tusked boars, oysters to tiger sharks -- pets were a deterrent, as animals were downed. My family and I, absent to time and place, we had a white Labrador, Bananas, was dearly loved for 17 years.
All I do is be set in some form of pandemonium.
I'm sick of the same ripe, dull daily mind-numbing
How will I be urged if I lose my equilibrium?
Is life's symbiosis likely to be tedious scaling?
Everything appears to me to be rendered nugatory.
Similar to a grave where a covered body is decaying.
With a driven heart, I have for you high expectancy.
Since I induced the fantasies around your trembling.
What's extra, I hear you moaning in the wings, enunciation,
"I'm a long way from your stream; continue to scratch."
My heart is for the domain of passion, its constitution.
For what reason did you peruse it with a skewed outmarch.
Eros won't permit his sprouts to be stifled cautiously.
I opine he'll be revolted by your outrageous peculiarity.
Written: September 3rd 2021
“To be or not to be: that is the question”*
Shakespeare’s wise words, worthy of introspection…
Such was first brought to my young mind’s discretion
During an English grammar class instruction
When teacher in her earnest presentation
Discussed “infinitives” to their full fruition.
In my high school poetry recitation
That line echoed with mirth’s retrospection
As it reigned along distinct elocution
In grand oratorical recognition
I gained despite stage-fright’s attack- affliction
For confident, convincing enunciation.
Its essence drove my being into action
Through productive student participation
Midst conflict confrontation and solution
Facing the opposition’s proposition
While defending with prudent circumspection
Attainment of triumphant culmination.
My college literature was no exemption
For its intellectual reverberation…
“To be or not to be: that is the question”*
Was voiced in dignified articulation
I took as valued leadership direction
Toward assured vision realization.
Now as lecturer in Communication
I’m called to project such with love’s devotion
Having been bestowed virtuous provision
By God’s grace, wisdom, power and compassion
Living well by faith that “to be ”** assertion
Abounding in gratitude’s satisfaction.
*Line from Hamlet of William Shakespeare
**1Peter 1:5 Who are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.
February 1, 2020
2nd place, "Famous poetic lines that inspire" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 2/2/2020.
Shrubbery is critical for survival
An absolute emergency
The most urgent crisis in existence
The human condition! The human condition! Think!
The most important thing in the universe!
Chant it one hundred times per night while chewing crackers
A chair is optional when morning comes
Contemplate due diligence, care, when sharing it
Tenderness is required at all times
Shrubbery is kind and wise
An absolute imperative is to love your shrub
Capital tools should be utilized when planting
Capital letters apply when writing SHRUBBERY
Slow enunciation, syllabification when speaking it is law
Improper elocution equals execution and sometimes death
Smile when pronouncing it
Whisper gently to it and it will answer back
“Bushes are bushes.” “Trees are trees.” “We are Shrubbery.”
“Genuflect before each bush.”
“Respect your Shrubbery.”
Make love to me with
your poem, your poetry.
Flow slowly do not rush it.
not so fast.
Let your words last.
Stroke me slowly
Put your back into it.
Caress my totality
Draw me into your world
let me succumb -to your glib tongue
I hear your commands
As you slowly express
how capable you are
Expanding my mind
taking me places I've never been
Firmly holding me in the grips
of your suspense.
I was tense
Waiting for the end – you, letting me
down gently as your poem ended
I bask in the aftermath of a poetry bath
Thinking of the ecstasy of
where your poetry took me.
I let down my hair because
you swoon creativity
I get off on your enunciation
and affections- inflections
Word erections-sensitivity
and vulnerability
Allowing me to feel every word-
as you speak slowly
you enter me with your "diction".
Slow and easy you speak to me
Stroking me with your poetry...
You took me to peaks
of ecstasy with your
sweet glib tongue
and that's why
I let you make ...
Make sweet Poetry to me…
© Vicki Acquah
Encapsulation Versus Elaboration...
Therefore, I opted to
reduce heavy sedation
within unsuspecting reader rabbit
summarization superseded elaboration,
less reason spurring salacious secretion
i.e. a-z expletive epithet, et cetera laced
verbalization crucifixion subsequently,
neither nameless nincompoop (me)
crossing verboten drive,
nor this ditto anonymous
poetic purveyor to burden heavy
onlookers with elegiac colluding bugaboo
even daunting grizzly Adams,
endeavoring exclusively exercising
"E" valuation in futile attempt
to express mild exuberance
entailing English language.
Essentially erudition wrought
elucubration, ecstatic emotion,
enunciation, enumeration, eradication
narrowly avoiding writer's block
concomitent ebullition, emasculation
exacerbation, exasperation,
stepped up escalation elevation
malignant hypertension, encrustation
elementary (my dear Watson)
extemporaneous embarkation
severely affected non exlax induced
emergency enema evacuation,
but not even for the grace of dog
unstoppable elimination, ejection...
exhausting excavation
water closet expedition
elucidation, elation, edification,
vis a vis emancipation,
despite literary emaciation malnutrition
near extinction yours truly,
nonetheless... faint eruption
eureka ejaculation elongation
emanation awoke new edition
regarding neigh saying kid on the block
elicitation, elocution, energization,
eroticization, estimation, excitation
activated skeletal echolocation
eye opening entrepreneurial effectuation
analogous TVA electrification,
hence enervation equalization
relieved self cannibalization
thankfully discouraging envenomization
invariably in conclusion,
no exaggeration pronouncing
exemption verdict against
my extirpation sore disappointment!
Poetry is the push behind
the wave – the brilliance
sparking light –
the poet, a wonder-er
and wanderer...drawing
illumination from wells
of glistening shadows –
never pondering
the where and when,
his focus always toward,
the Almighty How...
Never seeking the there and then,
making of complex mysteries
bite-size, digestible pieces --
compositions of an omnipotent God's,
ever illusive, Eternal Now...
no work of mere description
will do...
each ensuing articulation, an evolution –
as Darwin observed his Galapagos,
like so, all creation evolves by man's
conscious and unconscious sensing –
The poet, no predetermined
puppet; but, in fact, a Literary Diviner –
believing his practice – man's personal
enunciation through his ever
greater
revelation
of words –
dipping his fanciful
quill into the ink of a
publishing universe – dripping
reams of infinite pages – poetry,
our intimate voice of never-ending
possibilities...