Teleological
hypotheses bore me
Tautological phraseology
snores me
A beer and a burger ~
I adore thee
Categories:
phraseology, humor, language,
Form: Rhyme
It's time for a serious poem
So I can truly show 'em
That I've mastered metaphor
simile, prosaic petit fours ...
I'll pull out all the stops
rhyme and meter, extra hops
Brew up such a batch of phraseology
as befits an epic of eschatology ...
My vocabulary will absolutely astound you
as to the heights it soars and leaps-'n'-bounds you
And as for opaque literary allusions
why, there will be multitudinous profusions ...
But if all this still does not pass critical muster
~ I'll hire AI to adjust her
Categories:
phraseology, allusion, hyperbole, language, metaphor,
Form: Couplet
Table of The Scribed
Only of the true muse in mind,
Being a he or she?
Can scribe of the darknesses they feel,
Being it told, indeed.
Being this breed of spirits,
Sitting at the Abysses table, take heed!
For that's the table of the;
Devils and Gods,
We are the tellers;
For we are the scribes.
Take up thy quill;
Quick hurry,
Put it in your hand?
Write down the scribes of;
Phraseology, terminology,
They're many forms in their styles!
Am I sure they will understand?
I am learning all the while;
Understand these words
Even the symbolic,
Are they written too absurd?
Revised Edition; September 06, 2021, 4:33 PM (EST)
Categories:
phraseology, dark, deep, imagery, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
The ole diner offers twelve course
conversations salted with unspoken jargon:
one patron withholds the dialect of fed-
up-of-my-job while his buddy barely
nods, too worn-to-the-bone;
a wife texts her friend, i-found-
a-lump-in-my-breast
while her husband swallows , ah-hell-
she’s-having-an-affair.
Hear the internalized vernacular
of hooked-on-painkillers,
the lonely phraseology of my-kids-
never-visit, and the private pang of he-didn’t-
use-a-condom. Misery keeps
its six degrees of vagueness, widens
each tiny rift. It would only take
mindfulness, a willingness to stretch,
but these half-hearted translations
make for such unsound bridges —
take table three, a party of two:
he snaps, get with reality,
which means, Honey-just-listen
while she raises one finger
to her lips, signing, please-just-shut-up-
and-kiss-me.
Categories:
phraseology, feelings, language, people,
Form: Free verse
What is not a question forms phraseology
Parallel worlds in freelance
A Fraction of elevated erudition
where days discuss weeks
hours neglect seconds
And accommodations without specifications
scar our ability to comprehend.
So an explanation sounds like run on sentences
Using the same words...how appropriate
This easily manifests memorization or hypnosis
or LORD.
Duly noted...the sickness of inception does not intercede
This fat swallowing, nerve bottling, bottomless pit.
Stays famished seeking atonement to vomit
and what is sincere continues to mask its true appearance
in how to believe its snug turtle neck.
"So how do I breathe?" You may ask.
Start over...You're welcome.
Categories:
phraseology, giving,
Form: Free verse
…. and I wondered as I wrote the poem
if the weight on either side of the words
were sufficiently balanced to hold the
poem in check. So that when read aloud
the meaning would be pivotal, hanging
on to unsaid words, implied in partiality
by my favorite phraseology and method,
a potpourri of high, lows and in between.
Oh, wonder of wonders, can you believe
all that applause for just one small poem?
Thank you so much for all your kindness.
It’s more honor than one should receive.
There’s a delicate art in being discreet, yet
forceful. Not for the faint hearted or meek.
Categories:
phraseology, on writing and words,
Form: Sonnet
at midnight charter on papyrus leaf.
Are we reverting back to pristine stone reliefs ?
How far we will go revolving around eclipse,
stumbling on the phraseology of cosmos ?
Man was becoming inferior to beast.
Who will walk on the bones of ancestors
to dig out the truth from scriptures ?
The proud cows have become violent –
separating milk from grass in agony.
The perks were increasing the rifles.
Freedom had fled away from the legacies.
The split lips cannot speak coherently.
Terror attacks were reaching there, where
drenched amnesia wants to remember only door bells.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
phraseology, art,
Form: ABC
Tony Lane’s Part
Said the proper Doctor Perkins to the Aussie from down under,
The phraseology of your utterances leave me in wide wonder.
How am I to understand the meaning of what you say?
Unless you teach Australian colloquialisms to me right away.
The Aussie looked the Doctor in the eye and here was his reply,
Then Don Added
Just dehydrate a dead dingo's donger, till it isn't any longer,
grind it down till he is feeling speyed,
Porkupine is great on the Aboriginal plate,
op rum is stronger without battery acid is stronger,
Old Croc will come by to draw me pay...
ps heard Traces contest wants 5 lines about friendship???
Categories:
phraseology, adventure, me, me,
Form: Ballade
Our mouths go dry
at midnight charter on papyrus leaf.
Are we reverting back to pristine stone reliefs ?
How far we will go revolving around eclipse,
stumbling on the phraseology of cosmos ?
Man was becoming inferior to beast.
Who will walk on the bones of ancestors
to dig out the truth from scriptures ?
The proud cows have become violent –
separating milk from grass in agony.
The perks were increasing the rifles.
Freedom had fled away from the legacies.
The split lips cannot speak coherently.
Terror attacks were reaching there, where
drenched amnesia wants to remember only door bells.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
phraseology, art
Form: I do not know?
Eloquent phraseology provokes the writer:
by the constant praise
and the persistent ways
of the writers gaze
as the job gets no raise
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Categories:
phraseology, on writing and words
Form: List
My Daddy scuttles across the ocean floor,
Let tons of seawaters flow past him,
Over him,
As he makes subsonic noises
Protesting my sins.
The waters listen,
As do fish and sharks
And other predators of the sea,
The sea horse dances its traditional dance.
Seaweed’s weave and sway,
As if in chorus.
The villainous dragon from Monsters Inc.,
Changes color and does his disappearing,
Shrek awaits luncheon in his swamp,
Daddy is late, he has ‘diver’s’ cramp.
I patiently explain to him
The phraseology of Rap,
The mechanics of whoring
Just outside the Kremlin,
But with magnifying glass,
He still looks for gray in Lenin’s beard.
A thousand Pol Pots were David Copperfield,
No less, spinning agrarian dreams for Daddies like
him,
And other Daddies like Uncle Ho,
Paddy growing from the barrel of a gun.
Gorbachov had the world on his head,
But ultimately, the Drunk pointed cannon at the Duma,
And won.
‘Daddy, understand the dialectics
Of the spinning wheel in Atlantic City,
Otherwise as Donald Trump would say,
You’re fired!’
Categories:
phraseology, funny, life, people,
Form: Blank verse