Long Play on words Poems

L'Overture


Lest we forget
Words often mouthed
For the dead of bloody war
Forgot not those great ones
Whose battles were on the home front
Seeking only equality of voice

Ray Charles to you was a singer
Backwards and long ago he was...

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Ah the cake before the icing!!!!!! 

Notes:

Aimee Semple McPherson (October 9, 1890 – September 27, 1944), also known as Sister Aimee, was a Canadian born in Salford, Ontario. She was a Los Angeles–based evangelist and...

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He's packin' magic Viagra
Muse infused grooves set the mood
grab ya' and stab ya' 
we're opposites 
still we speak the same language 
teach and preach truth
every time I stop to see what he's droppin' 
my dang...

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breath
the very thing I require to learn from
Death
It is something I yearn
I think nothing else matters
when I am writing all heaven's doors open
Prophets words read upon my lips
I swear I have never heard this
I know...

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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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                  In the quiet whispers of dreams,
I dance with shadow's ebonescence,
as photonic particle - collider, 
photosynthesis derider, 
unveiling...

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What Matters Most

Shadows linger in the living-room
It feels that something is watching over me
I like the way you make me smile...it wipes away the gloom
It sends those shadows far away at sea
Look around and you'll...

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Word Play Lines

My main line muse stepped over a line –
My confuser got confused off line
Rhymes on strike, my pen went dry in a stiff hard line
Thesaurus got clean away flying through the pipeline.

I searched...

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We all are familiar with the first CRY of Jesus
on the cross at Calvary. It was a one-theme CRY,
the likes of which we all often make. In our pain,
we question by asking God, "WHY?". Often,...

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I yearn for raw love, unsculpted by time, unchanged,
The kind that is born at dawn's golden break and does not die at dusk,
That pulses in veins like an eternal river, undivided by norms,
Through the corridors...

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DO! I did! Enjoy your poems!
REading them I learned your rhymes,
MI oh My! It was such a time
FAst and funny were your chimes!
SOuLs of light you're all quite bright,
LAughter filled my eyes with site and
TIme...

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Love is in air, as sparkle eyes cherish their meet

                   He sat at the beach leisurely painting...

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Helplessness seeks help in despondency
When resources slip out of porous hands
A tacit realization of innate inadequacy
Devours the dregs of impaired self-esteem.

The feeling sinks in the pool of pale psyche
Averse however to breathe the air of...

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My favourite song years ago was a play on words.

Just one word was emphasized. 

Every other thing said in the song arrived at that word. 

There was a chorus, two verses, and a bridge.

Similar to...

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Just Found Me and My Poetry

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I believe in the principle of show me
So what is definition of poet supposed to be?
A writer of perfect poetry is one part
And in addition where else should I start?

How...

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I know the State Port Pilot will not be able to resist
putting this poem into their newspaper after they
will have read it and then edited it. WOW. What a
play on WORDS. The punch line is...

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"Wordplay hides a key to reality that the dictionary
 tries in vain to lock inside every free word.”

                 ...

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Everyday, I see on the world news, 
nothing new,... 

the middle easts' favourite past time 
human sacrificial bombing... 

we won't pray for what you do... 
after twenty years, it's obvious 
it doesn't work... 
...your souls...

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OFTEN AS A STORYTELLER

Quite often as this storyteller bloke,
I like to play on words,
Seeing if it makes me to be,
In a sense of being
A wordy kind of fella,
Or am I just a plain 
And ordinary...

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Old Lord Harry put up a good front.
He hid socks in his pants as a stunt.                   ...

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He welds and melts, pours and molds
In his "Conversations with My Soul"
He smooths the rough steel of syllables
Into a "Portrait" graced by his "Play on Words"
Unrolling "Scenes from a Countryside" to "That Starry Night"
Whether "October...

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They say "money makes the world go round" I really don't understand 
I thought it was a magnetic field not something made by man 

They say "don't count your chickens before they begin to hatch"...

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Thoughts keeps rushing through my head
I wonder what it’s like when you are dead
Do you still ‘wake up’ every morning
Or is being dead just really boring?

I wonder what it’s like in heaven
Do they have a...

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Eye rowed my hoarse
won summer’s day
My horse went hoarse
and wood knot nay

I whisted my turds to make him laugh
Butt Muffin choked and started coffin
I said Muffin you’re having a giraffe
A lass I kneed a coffin...

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Every poem has a story,
	camouflaged, primped, made up and dressed to the hilt;
	fill ins, understudies and leads, 
        are rehearsed, played, acted out and filmed.
Within the start all...

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