Long Phonetically Poems

We are all Nameless



What else is there to do
but to tell you who I am,
but most of all,
what I wish to find.

I am not the cavalier of the sun, 
but the caveat of phantasm.

I do...

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Here, at The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, 

Poetrysoup is on the menu! 

And to save our sacred website, perhaps the world ...

We must entertain and enter vague conspicuous contests 
With a true...

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My Lark, whom I plucked in the Dark

Alouette, gentille alouette
Aloutte, je te plumerai

Alouette(a) we are all a wetta
Alouette(a) I will pluck you dry

Pluck you dry, pluck you dry
Ben oui,  mais ben oui,  lets...

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Phonetically that’s what my name 
means in Japanese, I’ve been told. 
My name has a synonym. 
My name is in the Bible. 
Maybe one day, folks will say, 
      ...

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My speech ain’t elegantly refined,
my words don’t dress up none too properly
Simply cloth words with no aristocratic design,
just plain, unassuming ghetto vocalese
Though I’m very familiar with
the Queen’s English tutorial
I don’t engage much in heavy conversation
that’s...

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I speak loud against the noise that wants to stifle my voice. I speak so the echo 
of my message can be heard above the clamor of the ordinary or the mundane.
I speak volumes unknown...

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It is perfectly preposterous not

To fall in love with poetry.

For the poet creates the air…

…And the heavens 

Sweet verses we breathe.

 

The first time he made love to me

We danced.

He led me one word unto...

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There is poetry that runs freely through these veins
Authentic eccentric even society could never change.

For the poetry that runs through these veins 
Comes from years of criticism, rejection and pain

Check the poetry in these veins...

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It's all a figment of your imagination
my whole vision is pure contemplation
I'm only half of what you see
None of what you heard
I'm married to the game
but i'm fuqing the spoken word
the asss and tits just...

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THE DAY I VISITED GIORGIO V.
The day I visited Giorgio V.
It was poetry that received me :
Poems lined after poems
Like the military in morning parade ;
I saw words command words
I saw words send words on...

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You chose McHenry for your home . . .
Settling here, so that your children could have a bright future.

Your life was given for your children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren . . .
A loving mother who...

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One particularly memorable critic referred to me as a neckbeard in a conversation with a friend this morning. Both of the twats were skinny, pencil-head net-dweebs, the types who frequent cesspools such as reddit.com or...

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Faculty meeting. Formidably flippantly fortuitously fluffy and forgetful.
I began to write a little list of F words, because I was in the F word mood.
Frilly. Free-ha-ha. Feast. Forget-me-knots. Fallacy. Farming. Fastidious. Fun-filled.
What are you doing?...

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I always wake up angry.
Every time.
Every single solitary time.
I'm not joking.
And I jump out of bed enraged.
Sophie Dog wakes up angry too.
She growls at me, as I pull her covers off.
I wouldn't have to do...

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           Slipping twixt mine dukes digits
                   ...

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By any other name what is in a name 															prosody Rosa Dee the sweet voices arise in                  ...

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Criss-Cross Acrostic: Ai My Eye 

Criss-Cross Acrostic: 

Note: *Construe as “words” not as “letters”: Lines 1 and 3 read alike reversed; Lines 2 and 4 read alike reversed; likewise vertically and diagonally from up-down or...

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The two men stood in the dusty street,
it was inevitable that they should meet,
suddenly one of them slumped to his knees,
justice had provided one of life' s certainties.

The Marshal strode towards his adversary,
kicked the gun...

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Often too much flash
and not enough substance

I mean, I like dessert as much
as the next guy...but please be
mindful, of ones own poetic
waste/waist-line

Of course, each to his/her lyric
own; therefore, I speak not to
those already Committed~ but...

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thinking i hung
my heart in
the correct
place

i realized it like
a picture frame
needs to be
just right

so looking at
an x-ray to my
dismay saw
my body's

wall and yes
something was
eschew and bless
you if you read that

word correctly
pronouncing it 
phonetically
as S Chew

but...

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Forevermore, this fantastical
free verse features
a fortuitous tale
featuring forty-four flirty
frilly fabricated faeries
fractionally forsaken, 
forever fictionalized 
philosophically and phonetically
free to force
feisty forest phantoms 
to frenzy. These feisty forest faeries,
frequently act like 
femme fatales, for whom 
we fire...

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