Long Word play Poems
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a discourse we done
ornamted speech
eloquent oratory aloud
seminal ideas
in pillars of poetics
a dialogue delivered
feelings aroused
from slumber
by symmetries of sequences
soliloquised
persuasion intertwined in poesy
perceptions personified
arrayed&adorned
in audible orations
of
experimental sound&
sense
freewheeling
sensable
becoming sententious
loose language codified
yet
open ended
figures of speech
of arrested moments
denotative&
syntactical of
preliterate tradition
solo
but
not self conscious
or
self orientated
words freed
to float & hover&
find a home
a random place to rest
a refuge for letter
sound-images
to
stimulate a reply
The power of the spoken word,
Can cure or it can kill.
It's up to you who wields the sword,
To use it as you will,
Defending those attacked by words,
Or helping to bring down.
The word can be a weapon Friend,
Or see that wounds are bound.
A two edged sword will swing both ways,
To bring down friend or foe,
And once it's set in motion,
There's no telling where it goes.
We can but stand and watch the waves,
Of wrath that it will bring,
And hope that soon the squall is spent,
And learn from what we've seen;
But if we use it wisely,
The word can be a balm,
To bind up wounds quite nicely,
And bring the heart a song.
LEWIS CARROLL ' JABBERWOCKY' from thru the looking glass
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Poetic and not lyrical, that's the circle of life and it's not spherical
Round and round and round it goes but the stop is one that no one knows
It's up and down and in and out, self confidence tinged with self doubt
It's fallin' in and fallin' out, line up to see what it's all about
Just to find out that it's not empirical
Now when I set out to plot life's course, I bet on ev'ry pretty horse
And, of course, they bucked and bridled
Til I found the seat of knowledge, intolerance and college
Was where I could not find it with both hands
So I hit the road and pondered and I jumped up and I wandered
Til I found the winding road leads not into the promised land
I sat down to enjoy a meal of humble pie and cock-eyed crow
Stuck my dampened finger in the air to find an ill wind's bound to blow
And show what we all come to know, that when it comes your time to go
You still won't understand
Whether linear or peripatetic, circumspect or sympathetic
Lyrical and/or poetic, your line is fine if it's kinetic
Stasis is a work of art, but what moves in somebody's heart
Is what it took to make the part that got you where you are
That doesn't mean to rest assured, cause what ails you is someone's cure
Your vision's clear, the lines are blurred
So strike out boldly undeterred, knowing that it's just a word
That got you where you are
It's not the end that turns the herd, cause what it is often overheard
Is often under wrought
It's overdone and underthought, underwhelming, overbought
It did catch on but now it's caught up in its own undoing
C H R I S T S
S O D
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Here by the buoy
Buoy in deep sea
Sea with salt air
Air that must come...
Come let us go
Go somewhere far
Far from this place
Place beyond time...
Time to just be
Be what we are
Are not mere stuff
Stuff with no sense...
Sense out of sync
Sync lost in blurs
Blurs that now swirl
Swirl in mad storm...
Storm that flings dust
Dust that wears breath
Breath in a choke
Choke that frees zest...
Zest in a take
Take what lives here
Here on the verge
Verge of word play...
Play with fond ease
Ease that speaks well
Well to a fault
Fault that feels right...
Right to sculpt think
Think to purge tense
Tense on the brink
Brink of odd verse...
Verse that sings out
Out of the void
Void that primes seed
Seed for the dawn...
Dawn comes with light
Light to see things
Things of a sort
Sort brand new flair...
Flair of a soul
Soul in a heart
Heart wears a mind
Mind in quicksand...
Leon Enriquez
01 October 2014
Singapore
11/17/19
"
Don't drink and drive
Going to strive
Thrive
And survive
As I arrive
On time
Don't matter if we do or don't jive
There are always those that connive
And deprive
Trying to cause your dive
Off of it, they get a rise
Spreading lies
Attempting to bribe
Out to bring about your demise
It's no surprise
What you are doing is far from wise
Putting all B.S aside
You'll see what happens, when worlds collide
You are or aren't a part of the hive
Or tribe
Stocking up on supplies
Occasionally reading the classifieds
What was once dark, now shines
With a focused mind
I'm feeling fine and revitalized
Got my eyes opened wide on the prize
Ready to climb
And embrace the grind
In order to help me and mine
Looked up to a stormy sky
Saw a sign
When the planets aligned
I knew my time was nigh
Eventually I'll have died
Knowing I tried
To help life, each and every kind
Although I don’t always have words
True words, colored in rich and vibrant
Adjectives – adverbs so strong
They seem heavy like darkness
I do have hope
Hope for the verse and
Hope for the vison
Hope for the feelings
And the wisdoms
I have faith in the many stardust moments
Sprinkled with glittery passion
Peppered with intimacy and inspiration
Prose that hunger for the empty page
The gifted pen and graceful hand
Of some writer whose words spell
Insight and enlightenment
I have love that grows more alive every day
Whispering notes of songs
Lingering on my mind
Replaying words and verses
Lyrics both warm and wise
Wistful like a soft tune
Laughing lights break
Through the skies in amber
And tangerine dreams
Friendly like a wink
And kind as wishes for peace
Words penetrate the days
With psalms and praise
Prayers drift through the
Heavens, grateful and gracious
Like a dewdrop or rainy thought
Leaving affectionate blessings
Across the senses, tingling
I crave the art of words who
Play with one another
Like children seeking a playmate
And I continue to play
With the nouns and verbs
The story is told in breaths
Of silence that comes when the tale
Is most masterfully written
Across the senses, like scriptures
Visiting the naked impression
A sigh on the intellect
Revealing a mind who knows
The art of words in poetry and prose
Never stop playing with words
They reveal the touch of hope
In every new dawn
A light that sings a song
On the edge of the sun
Lemony yellow solos
Reaching across the yearnings
Of a life who keeps trying
Sing love through the lines
Who fall from the words
What Makes You Sigh
Chantelle Anne Cooke
July 11, 2021
5/9/17
I don't know how we originated
I don't know how it all was created
On such subjects, folks are fascinated
Or getting nauseated(irritated)
I don't know how long I'll be here
I don't know if the end is near
People seem to believe
Respectfully disagree
Or remain naïve
It's all becoming peculiar
I don't know if I can speak any truer
I don't know the future
I don't know all the evildoers
Civilizations made by humans
Now ruins
With conclusion
There is still so much that has yet to be proven
I don't know how it all came to be
I don't know, but wouldn't be surprised if others felt different or the same as me
By: Dalton Ogletree
An old herdsman said to his son
when one went astray,
untethered take note,
it just wandered away,
“You get my goat!”
A present pupil told the teacher
who the register was taking,
with such a serious cough,
the whole school was shaking,
“You tick me off!”
A bossy boyfriend informed his girl,
“We're going for a walk in the woods,”
but bitterly tired of being bossed,
she gave him the goods,
“You can get lost!”
The carpenter spoke to an apprentice,
yet, as his instruction received no thanks,
believed he was teaching a clown,
and, like sanding a pile of planks,
“You wear me down!”