Parlance Poems - Poems about Parlance

in the soft whispers of our shared parlance sometimes you struggle to pronounce but with every glance, your mannerisms speak a silent language, tender and meek the way your eyes light up with delight turns ordinary moments into pure light the rings of bells, the whistles of lips whispering secrets in sweet little quips each sound a treasure, a melody spun we dance through...

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IN TELLING PARLANCE   beautifully  sequenced comforting haunting  forms & rhythms & sequence potent rhyming  in abundance endures   to mesmerise the spirit of  dissent this treatise  comparatively rare yet   so consciousness-raising a  bizarre offshoot  properly    equivalent& radical NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable....

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I love; I really love your voice and your diction Recite me a poem in an unknown language I don't give a darn about the pronunciation Undress the words; I love them when they're naked. Take your time; be loud, louder, harder, and then softer Do not stop when you arrive at the top of the valleys Increase the volume, drive...

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There being in reality no limitation Misalignment causation of distortion Yet on an as is where is basis we do say That ego attention oscillation yet holds sway Recognition of truth merely indicates the horizon Weary are our feet long laden with toxic poison Light beyond at an unfathomable distance We surrender therefore inner resistance Letting go of to get to being...

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I sit, listening to the whisper in my breath, shaping my expressions is safer than meth. A voice among others, I am poet progenitor. Do you see what I have wrought? Heavens to metaphor! As originator and instigator, I wordsmith like a predator, a panther ready to pounce, an enchanter you might denounce. Do you fear what I have brought? Heavens to metaphor!...

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