Long Reiteration Poems
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W?rdz sp?ld k?'r?kt 'v?rs?s f?'n?t?k'sp?l??
alternately titled fun with phonics
'?lt?rn?tli 'ta?t?ld f?n w?ð 'f?n?ks
analogous when like first learning how to spell American English words
?'næl?g?s w?n la?k f?rst 'l?rn?? ha? tu sp?l ?'m?r?k?n '??gl?? w?rdz
I thought to feign not knowing how to spell American English words
A? ??t tu fe?n n?t 'no??? ha? tu sp?l ?'m?r?k?n '??gl?? w?rdz
and quickly realized the daunting task,
Ænd 'kw?kli 'ri??la?zd ð? 'd?nt?? tæsk,
thus sought magnanimity, gratuity, courtesy...
Google search (phonetic transcription of words) to assist me
Ð?s s?t magnanimity, gr?'tu?ti, 'k?rt?si..
'gug?l s?r? (f?'n?t?k ?træn'skr?p??n ?v w?rdz) tu ?'s?st mi
Words spelled correct versus phonetic spelling
(the latter appended after poem concludes).
Thus now begins feeble attempt
to render rhyme for no reason
appended with phonetic translation
mainly as playful tease zen
synonymous imagining teaching
said exercise to eager children
reminding readers that young
and restless with spotty attention
hear spoken word while in utero,
post natal, subsequently when
he/she parrots parent(s) and/or
guardian, a more deliberate yen
arises to acquire greater cognition,
intuition, question (quest ja hen)
quickly devolving into faux ken
barbed riotous laughter analogous
trying wits of patient comedian/
comedienne resorting quite often
to repetition, remonstration,
reiteration... which frustration
might necessitate taking ten,
or so minutes of intermission
mindful mentor praises pen
ultimate verbal adroit ability
earning healthy treat for recitation,
perhaps recipient exceptionally
eager to advance passing golden
milestone able, ready, and will len
to tackle writing correct spelling,
whence learning to hold pen(cil)
(without being vain) begin men
till process, which next step den
allows, enables and provides sen
sit heave hands on guidance
helping preschooler - all liven
and well with enthusiasm clutch
writing implement fingers open
before gently grasping above ren
during kudos with an amen.
I close my eyes and feel you so near
A heat a warmth my souls desire in every way my dear
Long thought gone buried amiss lost to me
But these words do not escape my lips you see
Hunger is my hearts’ desire but is it Love?
I dare not play this lustful game
You taunt and tease with words like please
You truly have no shame
The points of pleasure are your plus
Reiteration to make a plan Discuss we must
You speak to me when you are near
I feel your heat no words I hear
Were you to touch or hold me close
I fear I could never let you go
A prisoner within my soul
A secret love I trust to hold.
And Like that.
I had this overwhelming urge.
I don't know what came over me.
I asked God is this the route I should take.
This habit of association.
To weed out what may seem to be selfish.
Time is of the essence.
This illusion of what is definite or what may not be.
Certainly this proclamation arrived out of nowhere.
Again I asked.
Notating my lack of patience.
I found the choir of mind without direction.
They stood and hummed.
Some in que.
Others were all over the place.
Without a podium or overreaction to the problem.
Amen, acknowledging your grace.
This aura highlighting sudden fixation.
I sought guidence.
Leaving the trail Whince I came.
I felt pain in my rib.
A spiritual curriculum decided by what's missing.
Again I asked.
More left to the imagination
A reiteration of urge.
The potency of silence.
Engaged by a look.
I understood what the choir was saying
I loved the honesty.
Netflix, chill then what.
I'd love to unfold you all night.
A reiteration of
Laying on our backs
No longer hesitant.
No longer ignorant.
Transcending the labels we both keep inside.
Suggesting that there's more to appearance.
Standing in the chills of liberation.
We soon were caught in
Organized noise
Lost in flims of smoke
All night long.
Shall we roll another or two.
If I told you right then whose wrong,
Two separate interpretations.
Each to send tremors of truth of what's really happened.
Netflix waits in response
Mahogany fingertips.
Intellectual stimulation.
I forgot errythang I was supposed to be doing.
I concur wholeheartedly with this unexpected attraction.
The television a distraction.
Current circumstances.
Thinking about you
Open invitation
I could know no Self
without an Other
We could have no Child
without an EarthMother
No Ego
without an Earth-bound EcoSystem
I could understand no male
linear formation dominantly prominent
without a co-responding female circling
inflowing/outgrowing concomitance
I could not know severance bipolar
of either/or discursive logic
without feeling round wombed dipolar
environmental both/and nurturing
spiraling positive reiteration
revolving rounds of communication
seasonally developing
ecological peak nurturing communion
I could not form
positive 1
if not for informing/outgoing
co-passionate bipartisan
co-invested bilateral
binomial duo-binary
not negative co-related
half full-out/empty-in 0.
Here, this day, on this inglorious
Field
Thy vain struggles will count no
Valour.
All hope now abandoned,
Imminent defeat unconcealed;
Erstwhile countenance display
Such waxen, languid pallor.
Surround by your dwindling
Forces
Ye will but sadly find...
That the stout keep of your
Valiant fortress is all but breached,
Once strong foundations failing -
Wherest badly undermined!
For a rigorous examination beckons
ye;
Stood before impassioned jurors
Chosen from the feared and all
Powerful families of the ignoble
Medici.
Black curtains drawn back from
Deep reveals
That look out over the enlightened
Years...
Where conceals...
Hidden between leafs of peremptory
Decree:-
A blight spread upon these lands,
Inflicted from Romes insidious
Plans -
That cause stain upon the
Renaissance of a golden century!
When clapping thunder breaks and
Brazen lightening clashes
Still I would know ye again:
A pounding, frenzied reflex devoid
Of all Godly purpose -
Detached from any amount of
Blame!
For I have sought ye out, O lowly
Meretrix;
Heaping upon you with bondage
Enforced through servitude and
Shame;
And I, O lowly Meretrix,
I...hereby command thy name.
A fastidious Advocate of intellectual
Character
Shallst I elect,
He who be a practitioner of
Theological proposal unrefrained,
To represent you -
Raised from the rank files of the
Dead and slain!
A public gallery, wherest seated,
Ghostly phantasms
That I purposefully select;
And for a judge - A deathly one:
Ill measured, worshipfully detached,
Beneath it all,
And hopelessly arcane.
This "Innocent" fool, dressed in
Guise of highest ecclesiastical
Enforcer,
Perpetuated a medieval Inquisition,
Both protracted and prolonged,
That openly boasted and rejoiced
In its zealous slaughter!
Thereby spawned a terrible edict -
"Ad Extirpanda":-
Cannon law that advocates the
Use of "Legitimate torture"!
Know thee also, Meretrix, the Pius
Pontiff,
Heaven sent,
Who in his greater wisdom
Convened over
The council of Trent:
Four hundred years spanning
Across a Reformations fears;
Reaffirmed when Pope John,
In reflective reiteration,
Was heard to chillingly hiss:
"What was...Still is"!
TO BE CONTINUED...
Their are a few reiteration points I like to show
If You remember I believe you have always
Been a unfound center. Inspiration of ideas
That Was reasoning not to let talent go
So as far as meant to be's
It was meant we meet
And my poetry you read
Both meant for thing great
Its obvious We could create a
Creative sence of explained soul
If we take the set way
But what do you want to do
What are you meant to do
Achieve all You want
And feel happy at true
Its how to proceed that taunts me.
You make It heard and felt
And I bet I could make u famous
My hand already dealt
You can give poems life
I give words meaning
I'm not good at details
Lost in big things
But it is a try n fail
If I Don't Ask your opion
Of the apparent trail
Form:
#LOVE IS...
not always blood relation, nor is it familiarity within a nation; but when it's spoken and *FELT* in Universal elation...this speaks volumes to those vibrations; we all know those whom we've known for years but that doesn't mean LOVE endears...relatives, friends, distance occurs... on estranged levels; that's NOT Love Preferred*
Do you know what to me is beautiful to receive...when you meet a few rare gems and you know without a shadow of a doubt what their character is all about...Depth, Respect, and Genuine Caring; if this is missing* this results in a dissing and no matter the status, this won't make for good Pairing...
I, myself have met strangers...where soon enough I didn't sense a danger and discernment was certainly exercised; we often forget...in the beginning that's how we ALL met and here is something that I've certainly come to realize*
When your HEART* and BRAIN* Feels Grand and your SPIRIT Understands; when it Doesn't have to EVER be Questioned...that's when you Know* that LOVE HAS NO EXPIRATION!
This Is MY Reiteration, an Important* Exclamation and One That I Stand By, Indeed...
LOVE IS...*LOVE*
©Renee Denise Gross?? 12/12/2017#
The doctor asked, “Any bizarre thoughts occurred to you?”
Mr. Trexler, the patient, had many since age two.
However, as he would mention with hesitation,
“Bizarre” was the psychiatrist’s reiteration.
The patient noticed the analyst’s keen scrutiny.
Despite all the thoughts, there was no spontaneity.
He felt pressured to produce answers in a hurry
Trexler’s mull would be, “How about the rhesus monkey?”
This patient had realized the doctor’s time was short.
He wondered which item might elicit a retort.
The Madison Avenue bus incident would stall
any possible response from the patient at all.
Mr. Trexler responded to the doctor’s question.
“No bizarre ones” he said with some slight inhibition.
This patient’s session dragged on for twenty minutes more.
At the end, the psychiatrist let him know the score.
“You’re scared,” said the doctor. “Do you want to know what for?
You have pushed your chair away from me across the floor.
Moving back a few inches is an indication
that you are overcome with a slight trepidation.”
They shook hands as the patient showed a mendacious grin.
As Mr. Trexler left, the next patient entered in.
A previous experience would pass in review:
This was riding the bus on Madison Avenue.
A week later, Trexler was back in the patient’s chair.
For many weeks thereafter, he would find himself there.
He began each session with thick vapors in his mind.
Other physiological symptoms he would find.
This man harbored neurotic feelings of the worst kind.
They were all too common and each rendered him resigned.
The doctor asked, “Have you found something giving relief?”
Trexler replied, “Yes, a drink” was his answer quite brief.
The patient saw each time had almost no difference.
He would soon assume psychological transference.
By placing himself within the psychiatrist’s stance,
Mr. Trexler soon discovered pattern resemblance.
This proved to be nothing new to this doctor’s patient.
Vicarious events came from things that were latent.
Trexler might see himself in other occupations
as a barber, cab driver, or priest with oblations.
To be continued
Again I see you, again you return to me again you remain, I am unable to move
Without reiteration of your presence; you make me aware always, and again
Never is never to be.' as all is possible still more than imagination is.'
That is reality in its ever change, of opportunity there will be no end.
You begin again in renewal, as snowdrops bloom in biting wind cold
Old ever the opposite to youth, & that is part of forever without finish
Outside is waiting unbelief. & echoing throughout existence willingness
New day is sprung of itself, indifferent to broken dreams or the longest nights
Lessons are given; forgotten.' again & again; life's spirals weave dream & destiny's