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She is the ultimate faerie, full of splash dazzle, razzle, spritz and pizazz.
I bet she was sent here by the old one, the god of the razz-a-ma-tazz.
What proof do you have that she is a spy? I asked the one who spoke.
Just thinking it because she is so sparkly and beautiful, said the young bloke.
We agreed on one thing. She was gorgeous in every kind of faerie-like way.
Being around her felt magnificent, she was the uplifter of this happy Tuesday.
The ultimate faerie had spiky hair of pink, blue, glittery silver all pretty.
We later discovered that her sense of humor made her incredibly witty.
Snazzy jazzy Razzmatazzy,
new black cat of mine
curled up cozy on my bed -
what makes you so fine?
Snazzy jazzy Razzmatazzy,
small and smooth and sleek.
Guests come calling; in you slink
just to take a peek!
Snazzy jazzy Razzmatazzy,
languidly you preen.
Gaze with eyes I can't define.
Are they gold or green?
Snazzy jazzy Razzmatazzy,
now a little fat.
All you do is lay around -
I'm ok with that!
Snazzy jazzy Razzmatazzy,
as I stroke your fur,
start your rhythm warm and dear.
Bring that jazzy purr!
Snazzy jazzy Razzmatazzy,
great is my relief
that I found a pet like you
sweet beyond belief!
(slight variation of 5/7 trochee poetry form)
For the jazz poetry contest of Giorgio Venetopoulos
It was half-sub-merged; as it were you
sea."
And some sort of process?
that seemed to
In-clude me.? Well wether i write-ed? or it just appeared.' People will read it have no
Fear..It will test their aptitude and
drown their senses..May be it'll flush out more whatever? And liquidate fences.? Words have that power.! I know not fully, the knot from
Whence it comes, yet it causes some tears
And anguish in a sum.' Or laughter? And
hilarity, fires emotions; causes commotions, it can describe truth fully or
Twisted, it can be.? It describes Abrahams
Actions, for ' he digged a well ' thats the text in front of me..A Bible verse thats lasted so long, a story etched in stone and songs, read so many billion times..The tounge
recites its prose and rhyme..I think
Of the fancy grammer beagles that stilt and censure..And create wots legal.? But
God don't care.' Bout sll the razz, and when they run out of words, and time there is more that He has.' He gets it writed.' Is whats the case.' And it will float
This ARK in many a space writed and worthy it proceeds along, while critics though many.' Are really
swans lost in their own songs.'
Mum thought part of her has ran far away,
But it flee to take refuge in my soul.
It appears to be gone- what single weigh,
Yet succumb its weight to make razz tease whole.
Mum, I find joy in your loyal duties;
Pleasure in her sacrifices cum care-
She did walk my legs at ease in booties,
How I hope to pay back in folds so fair.
Happy big five anniversary dates birth,
Journeying mum from noise to stress with cheers...
As much as my troubling joy brings her mirth,
She doesn't want me stop that; running years...
I duly appreciate your value dad;
For these five years, your blood runs... how so glad!
(ALLITERATION)
Cows milked: mitigated mooing in the meadows then
Weaving on the warp, some workaholic women
Harvest of hapless halibuts on hooks
Bookish book-worms buried in books
A palomino and a pony patter on the paving
Hucksters and hawkers hawking every housing.
Ravers out on the razzle raising a raucous razz-ma-tazz
Beavers busy building beaver-dams but about it quite blasé.
Doves cooing in divine chorus
Frogs frisking out of focus
Horoscopes are hocus pocus.
Tidal waves of tsunami treacherously tread
Sea-anemones scattered upon the sea-bed.
Geraniums genuflecting in jungle-like gardens
Hunters wary of wandering wild-life wardens.
All this when I ventured about videotaping
Nature's much nicer even with no landscaping
These are direly different scenes from different parts of the globe
Perhaps like a space probe's kaleidoscopic poetic probe
( this poem has every letter of the alphabet except x)
Arduous agonizing affliction
doth unrelentingly assail...
aghast to exhale lest...lose
desperate clinging clutch
held by bloodied cracked fingernail
phantasmagoric tendrils constrict
stoppering me to whisper or wail
yawning abyss menacingly beseeches
hmm...release could immediately curtail
cumulative (lifetime's worth) travail
freefalling, pirouetting unnervingly,
unstoppably, unwaveringly... zipping
into infinite black hell hole ail
mince vanish as doth guilt - a hail
storm peppering psyche... jail
time for eternity excluded option
asper garden variety baby boomer male,
albeit the father of deux darling daughters,
the eldest (broke vow of silent communication),
she reached out after months long hiatus telltale
indications to accept genuine apology
her papa (me) rages against hurtfulness, he
affixed indelible psychological scars each travail
boomeranged backed to yours truly duress
during her impressionable years, she did rail
and rant previous conversation, the scale
innocent intelligent progeny, we begat
(myself and misses) financially ill prepared
to provide respectable accommodations
"dirt poor" status detrimental
with affluent MainLine
incomes luxe Lower Merion
living costs fateful design
neighbors cursed, ostracized, vilified...
unsightly unkempt property (i.e. unmanicured)
intolerant snobs didst malign
child welfare services called NOT to dine
but emphatic for papa and mama to align
dwelling safe and secure for minors
yes, I attest despicable living conditions
crowded house with Zison heirlooms
owners - malignant hoarders did confine
considerably reducing cubic feet,
they relations of spouse evicted us
ready to point carbine
at temple...quicker than noose
dead of winter 2010 near homelessness
relocated within "roach motel" decline
among our dynamics with offspring
livid with rage, asper an inferno no divine
comedy compounded by lascivious
behaviour - mine to hasten dateline
enduring helplessness, hardship
being alive plus brandishing knife
against self witnessed...I assign
poor marks as paternal parent,
who bemoans loathsome
impact...this papa gropes toward hotline!
few people could tiptoe through the tulips with this kind of pizazz
we watched her doing it, and laughed at our cousin Jazz
She has some kind of magic, a kind of razz-a-ma-tazz
This was said by our Uncle the amazing Mr. Morazz
Jazz has a way that includes everyone, the thick and the thin.
she delights me, my giant smile goes almost down to my chin
Her hair is flying into the air, the garden seems to wear a grin
She makes looking terrific easy, says our mutual cousin, Little Finn
we watch her tiptoe through the garden, and the flowers glow.
She is lithe and lively, pretty at all times, red roses sway to and fro
Jazz makes the garden come alive, says our favorite Uncle Joe.
How she brings about such joy, we may never fully know.
Hmm...What Discursive Poetic Theme Shall I Write About...
Today (a rather brisk, chilly,
and otherwise sat
tiss factory twirly delightful
December 18th, 2018) matte
her of fact quite
refreshing noontime, while this fat
tend plot of Earthen surveyed terrain
situated over scat
herd modest suburban tract,
(actually yours truly some watt
urbanely sprawled out) at
Latitude: 40.2538 Longitude: 75.4590,
where I sit pat
and think to write
about some reading material flat
touring my "FAKE" status
as king of agitprop for chat
hurrying class gussied up with
artistically crafted rat
tilly done up snazzy razz mutt tazz
(approved by Willard), this expat
lapsed Peterson harried tailored script,
asper previous peculiar
swiftly styled idée fixe
literary unnecessary, rat
tickly tawdry superfluity)
interspersed with dollops of splat
hard logophile, nonetheless gentle
on the eyes, yet feeling totally flat
and devoid of meaning, and quite
convincingly desperate idea this pratt
tilling far amore in the dell doth
expatiate, expound expressively, gnat
cheerily witty, (i.e. hint- please
pretend these humph fat
tickle lee meandering, rambling,
and warbling words) taxing
on mental faculty as bat
tan gruelling death march
physically, when circa
April 1942 Japanese forced
76,000 captured Filipinos,
and Americans Allied
soldiers to march about 80 miles across
Bataan Peninsula (province
in Philippines), where they died
enroute to...during World War II
on island of Luzon, espied
as a spiritual sanctuary hosted
by a knowledgeable tour guide
named Matthew Scott hood dons
genuine (musty smelling)
Tory wig to hide
as an alien alias (from the outer limits
of the twilight zone) incognito
even to himself, and especially the bride
of Frankenstein, who evinces a strong crush
toward said nondescript gentrified
vested gentry groundless thinker with pride
though, dirt poor (at least on the surface),
but deep down rich with
Schwenksville well watered
history harkening back to 1684,
when hoodwinked, jilted and lied
Lenni-Lenape Indians got fleeced
then taken for a ride
this land ceded to (stolen from) William Penn
nestled along the Perkiomen Creek.
From diluvial binary code extracted
from white walls lined
the untouchable monastery, the fraction leaked, drifted like
a molted feather
one part
the great machine
one part
flying machine
one part
dove
one part
down to a soil so rich
with language
even heavy reeds challenged words of illiterate change,
an incomplete. But
for how many buttons extracted canary-round’s thread?
Only a father
best known for knowing best in his
walk-away-way delivery could know.
Then there was sky. Clouds rained.
In mud seed took root.
¾ of a weed
grew to knee-high on a grasshopper whispering razz
to filtered soon, and looked:
to the east
there was dark.
to the west
there was late.
Now here is something.
And so it thinks it better to wait for quarter moon.