Vivid visuals and verbalization veers to my vibrant vocalization
This variorum
A voice vernacularly vast and vigil with a voluble velocity
Vitalizing the vows in my views
From venting to vomiting
Verses against the vain become volumes about viral variform’s and our voluntary vices
Both viable and venial
Vigorous with a vengeance towards the virus of the modern vision, turning a visionary into a vacant stare
Victims of virtual vendettas, purposeless variables to create a vortex where the vantaged remain victor
The virtuous and valiant stay violated and undervalued while what's vital is just venom in disguise
No vaccine
No volition among the various
The virulent will not vanish at this vertex so we must validate where vertical really leads
I must be vocal on this voyage, vigilant with this vessel and my verbiage approach
Vindictive towards the vile and yet vivacious with every step towards the verge of vacuity
Poems with very little words
Only serve to minutise my imagination
Every word has the power to build
My sweet imagination
So serve them to me on a blank white sheet
WITH
Verbalization flare and you got my thanks forever
Engage me in your story let me feel the
Rising passion of your soul and
You will have me hooked forever
LITTLE
Words restrict my possibility of expansive thought
Open your mind and spill out the story my fellow poet
Rewind your life and tell me all the stories of your journey
Dance on my soul like a dervish circling my aura
Sing to me with words of assonance and repetance
STUNT
Me with your poet's steel quill and dip me in your well
You need not scimp on words just show me your story of
GROWTH .
October 13, 2018
Do not tell her anything
“I love you sweetie is boring lie”
Give her one thing so expensive,
beautiful silence in her ears
From it she will read by herself,
message of cool soul of sincere felicity
Verbalization and noise making,
scatter gathered clouds of true love
I was sitting here today writing a poem in my little place,
When all of a sudden this gnat comes flying in my face.
I swatted once, I swatted twice, but he got away.
He was determined that he was going to stay.
My house is spotless…how did he get inside?
Gnats are a thorn in my side I can’t abide.
The gnats in Georgia are infuriating beyond belief.
Why did God create them just to give grief?
Their reason for living is to cause endless aggravation,
And my exclamations are just useless verbalization.
I’m going to get that little bugger if it’s the last thing I do.
He crossed the line- when in here he flew!
jive jubilation
free falling frustration
illegal illustration
victorious vivid verbalization
heavy speech
crushing
compressing civilizations
simple work
heart ache head hurt
sucker for butt hole jerks
being big breasted has it's perks
everyone has their quirks
baby got booty to twerk
throw me a smile
I'll catch it with a smirk
I'll always be a rebellious child of mother earth
feral lotus focus
ferocious locus
hocus pocus proportions
bogus contortions
notions that are hopeless
clueless and helpless caution
careful not to touch my foolish Johnson
useless toothless rush of jarring jargon
ill gotten fruit rotten loot bargains
a fierce farce thrilling scar gardens
watered by the crying moon's nightly opus
meaty power ball bonus
eat on the hour in small doses
are you enjoying
the coldness of the soulless
the boldness of the boneless
fried chicken
rhymes fresh out the prison kitchen
master plans schemes to elude the system
hidden lyrical lemon lime missions
building beautiful babbling creations
my cruse
my sickness with no nurse
my fascination of profound
powerful philosophical verbalization
who dare demands demonstration
a little literary illuminating illustrations
painting marvelous monstrous
conscious concentrations
fainting over lust bitter kiss
patience to con a sin to fruition
too late the apple has been bitten
NOT MERE VERBALIZATION
Dr. James E. Martin
July 13, 2006
Some things require contemplation,
Often to the point of meditation.
Many avoid this exploration,
Simply because of persistent hesitation.
Someday this will lead to aggravation,
For this problem there’s no medication.
Focus on His elevation,
Making for you compensation.
For you to know eternal gratification,
There must be, by you, appropriation.
NEIGHBORHOOD REVISITED
This long life nearly done,
Come round to memories
Flashing mind, one-by-one.
All social pain withstood,
Body boxed and topped, all’s
Brought down to neighborhood.
Scorning reality,
A reinvented child
The mind’s totality.
Those wonder scenes long gone
Are dreamily recalled
By sepia toned song.
And for conversation
Some gray homestead ghosts and
Self-verbalization -
Life synthetically
With lap tops and T.V.
Screw actuality!
Shrunken world to a blip
Infinitesimal
Plastic C.D. chip?
Life become illusion,
Routine. Variation
Invites confusion.
So? In neighborly way
I’ll seek those innocent
Childhood ghosts at their play,
Ignore world runaway
Hid in this closet space
Content with sure decay.
Past times so right, so good -
No earthly conflict in
My shrunken neighborhood
The Choreograph of Deliverance
If I were to hold you
With breathless perspiration naked in my arms
Would the vocal ache between us
Speak of desire unabated
In such passion unmasked
Would the anthology of our lives
Bring its lasting conclusion
To throw wide the barricades
And surrender their dreams in exchange for conviction
Would we refuse to hide anymore
Should you lay sleeping beside me
Our hearts in tempo precisely measuring the beat of love
With the brush of your kiss
The verbalization of my caresses
Bring us on to deliverance
Will the light of your eyes then linger
A footnotes mystery yet to discover
And as I ponder on pioneering embraces
Would you also search for the pristine
So we may commune with another language
We would dance to our own choreograph
In place of some other threadbare script
Will we utter words sealed by truth
Would such a marriage of essence and trust
Bring us to each other
Will this aspiration that I place in union
Of unseen and secret connection
Will these whispers of possibility accomplish their task
To one way or another find you
And bring us on to deliverance
I had a talk with Mr. Death today you wont believe what he had
to say he says my life has been that of a endless dark path
I ask 'what do you mean'? he said well, work it out
like math. He says I must suffer 4 the pain I've inflicted
I said how did you know, he said well, I predicted
the perfect image of Satan, he said, was what I depicted
He said of life, he wanted me evicted
he said the essence of my soul was not so religious
I said what do you mean, can you be more specific
he said the intentions that you have upon other
living souls are so horrific
He didn't know, but why was he contradicting
he didn't know, but when I talk, people listen, next,
they get hypnotized, then their eyes start 2 glisten
he says that I'm a disgrace to biology, know he's
getting all scientific
he said my life was the opposite of the word vivid
he said like lightning, I streaked the sky, with
intentions that were livid
He said this is your life, either you die or you live it
Communication
global verbalization
peace domination