My lines might sound like a threnody
My rhymes might be un-prosody
My vocabs may not be bloody
My verses might be termed a "parody"
But as long as the situation is critical
My messages will always be clinical
Void of any form of sounding apical
Because my inspiration is always lyrical
I express my thoughts through my words
And connect the inner circles like chords
With inspiration from the Lord of Lord's
My pen and my thoughts are of one accord
#PoeticLord#
(c)June 2019
I read of a study
That people who curse
Are much smarter than others
And not the reverse!
For cursers, when measured,
Have higher IQ’s,
With bigger vocabs
For the words that they choose.
The researchers might
Have been shocked, just a bit,
While the clean mouths thought
(But didn’t say), “F*** that s***!”
Dear Poetry Soup connoisseurs, and
courageous ones sharing and learning
There are those of you leaving me breathless
with your best, I must confess
Those vocabs astounds me to point
of fixation, research, memorization
Look at one poet's, "serendipitous" I now know
they're lover of words without obsession
Dear me, I arrived at Soup, hoping
my hobby would bud, but it blossomed
There are countless connoisseurs I wish
to thank; some have graced us with contest
Now and then I think of joining
them, but it's yet spring of my blossoming
My name is Iris, and there'll
be more thoughts on us soupers.
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