Short Pronounces Poems
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One does not write a poem
One lives a poem -- documents
the experience
The first mentioned
is academic
The later is respiration
I feel and the pen pronounces
I dream and words awaken
Open your eyes,
listen your heart,
before it is going to be later.
Pronounces their name
Now!
Don't you see that he awaits a sign of you?
demolishes the wall, give him your love.
Feel the life!
You should not decay!
MORNING! OH, DAY!
The skies open their eyes
The colors of flowers sing
and dew of morning licks
nature's tender head
a hawk pronounces
command of air
and the silent Queen
of Earth the ground
enjoys her breakfast
at any of the locations
she wishes.
Within their suits the
Sparrows sing their best
to audiences in meadows
and forest edges.
Morning! Oh Day!
:: 04-27-2019 ::
Our precocious President pronounces,
in patent ad hominem attack,
that those deplorable disagreeables
are notably Neanderthal.
He might be technically correct;
nasty Neanderthals existentially exist
in DNA models of most modern hominid incarnations~
even in the Commander-in-Chief!
And [God] has made from one blood every nation of men to dwell on all the face of the earth...Acts 17:26 NKJV
My vocabulary is scooting up like a weed
in a as-fault jungle
I mean, it's so incredulous how many
unhackneyed words I've cognized
lately... So I'm going to give me a standing ovulation
and throw it up for me, mice elf, and aye ~
my pronounces, jic* you haven't guessed yet ~
Can I take my leaf now and do the splitsvilles?
____________________________________________
* 'jic' = just in case
Recipice Precipice
Carolyn Child would be
Mortified watching me
Cooking with joy and glee
Random ingredients
Thrown in a pot!
Hardly comestible
Near-indigestible
Never repeatable
Undefatigable
Principal requisite
Just make it hot!
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Not a pure double dactyl, but in the spirit of one…
Julia Carolyn Child is the person, I pronounce Ju-li-a,
but the syllable counter pronounces Jul-ya,
so I went with her middle name.
Solomon
A name that would sound of the Hebrew
Yet where I walk my skin color pronounces different
Solomon
A sound that reminds you of the wiseman and his mines
Or of his many wives
A gas chamber I never went too
A biblical verse I never entered
Solomon
A history of an irish girl
Who married with a runaway slave,
To give him a name a legacy
Solomon
Like the roots of my past,
Sturdy, strong and irreplaceable
I am just a girl with many accusations given to me
A mousy light filters a tracery of sunset,
dappled beams succumb to gloaming.
Evening stretches moments
for the rescue of wreckages,
to calm the upheavals of disheveled hours.
Dusk softly pronounces its adieus,
carries the bruised upon ebbing tides
as children, they are brought out
from burning houses.
Upon a twilight cradle
eventide glides each baffled breath
along a dwindling shore,
a Moses basket
that dreams us unto dawn.