Short Voluble Poems

music live, transport infer..) 

from smiling keys; 

close as breath, to the 

listening & voluble air.

Joe Maverick...

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Portable expect address
Editable expect format
Voluble expect wanderlust
Valuable expect creating
Encircle expect surface
Audible expect resonant
Provable expect testimonial
Dreamable expect memory...

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Passes, oh life!
multi task, oh life!
it all depends where you are...
Celebrates and cheers with
a gift of love,
but you hit with
enough pain...
It's not always linear
It's  a constant change...
Voluble and vain you are...
You do wish you want constantly...
That's when you imagines, plans...
Do you think, in life...?
Oh MY dear Life !...

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No one has that voluble to alter my thought 
Towards the confines of the mortal world 
When the futile began to repent for being guilt
Despite they vitiate their counterpane to proud 

I've now siezed all the majestic course
To pageant and impart all the morals 
Homage is what I'll do to be gratifying pride
And defeat all that dense over their depressions...

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In fluent argot like a profound inchoate
Chthonic patronizing blood paroxysmally folds in curdles
You illuminate none but yourself with a pleasant scapegrace idiocy
Dishevelled and voluble in dark ages of medieval filth

Legerdemain to my vituperate wills and wanders
Anything in purge of the death of proclivity, namely yours
Crepuscular black skies, fugacious and oneiric...you dissolve them

Caviler
Caviler 
Caviler
Abate your breaths...

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Listen to poem:

from: "Finding Them Lost" by Howard Moss:
"Thinking of words that would save him, slanting
Off in the air, some cracked, some bent;
Finding them lost, he started saying
Some other words he never meant."

Given the freedom to explain,
I'd grow voluble as air
and, dizzy, on verbal heights
I'd soar, engage in frilly flights
Of fact. And fancy you adore
elipsis, hyperbole,
precision, ambiguity,
and are enamored, 
just as I, with words:
with consonant, with vow....

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W-ill of mare or ill yak
I-s either irksome or pesky; 
L-et the muddle cease, 
M-aking the trash talk flee.
E-nd the will of mare or ill yak, beginning with total order; 
R-apture replaces the chaos, as confusion shall be over.

O-bliterate the shambles, 
R-efrain from voluble voice; 
I-n twenty-sixth September, 
L-et your heart make a choice.
L-oud and persistent sound shall bring one to a wrong track; 
A-llow the mouth to silence the will of mare or ill yak....

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