The tale of when our ancient world begins
when curious characters did abound,
such as the audibly contrasting twins,
who bore the common names Silence and Sound.
The mission Sound would always prosecute
with loud and bold voluble persistence,
thunderous, unyielding and resolute,
his one aim to tell of his existence.
While Silence stood still with an open ear.
not caring for notice or attention,
but to understand, empathize, and hear,
a humble, kind and loving intention.
The one who was Silent as a prayer,
was the one, in essence, really there.
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 !
My late cousin’s daughter was to get married
at a place some 80 km from their residence,
I was asked to drive her there and I agreed,
it was like my daughter’s wedding in a sense.
So, in the afternoon of a chilly winter day
we started, the bride occupied the backseat hot
with two other girls, I’d no idea who were they,
must be two of her best friends, I thought.
All the talking was done by her voluble friends,
the bride was quiet all through the journey,
thinking perhaps if her free life-style would end,
or she was exhausted, too tired to talk, probably.
We reached the venue late, a full half an hour,
I told them to get down quick, rush to the room,
I would join them and others after I park the car
and bring the bouquet I bought for the groom.
When I came back I heard there a big commotion,
for the bride I brought with me was missing,
I realized what had happened in second’s fraction,
went back to the car, found her on backseat sleeping.
January 10, 2022
Contest : Funny Memories
Sponsor : Natasha L Scragg
Morning’s Broken Armor
by Sy Roth
Squeaky crawls the moon’s light
Falling briskly against the chinks in the window
Uneasy sleep
A voluble accompaniment to
An out-of-work cello.
Scooting, crawly insects beat against it
With a frenzy of scrawled brevity
Tattooed on its soft shell.
Horns bleat somewhere in the inky distance.
Town criers bellowing news to a somnolent brain.
Alternatives roll away from eyes
Cemented closed with a.m.’s dream glue
And the clinkety-clank of Sir Gawain’s armor
Makes its way into the room.
Declaring additional valid seconds
Feet flopping like pimpled pancakes ready for turning
To the cold floor
The morn ready to mourn another day.
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
Portable expect address
Editable expect format
Voluble expect wanderlust
Valuable expect creating
Encircle expect surface
Audible expect resonant
Provable expect testimonial
Dreamable expect memory
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
My cousin’s daughter was to get married
at a place some 80 km from the residence.
I was asked to drive her there and I agreed,
it was like my daughter’s wedding in a sense.
So in the afternoon of a chilly winter day
we’d started, the bride occupied the backseat
with two other girls, I’d no idea who were they,
must be two of her best friends, I hadn’t met.
All the talking was done by her voluble friends,
the bride was quiet all through the journey,
thinking perhaps of life-changing occasion grand
or by then she was too tired to talk, probably.
We reached the venue late, a full half an hour.
I told them to get down quick and rush inside,
I’d join them and others after I park the car
and bring the flowers I bought for the bride.
When I came back I heard there a big commotion.
The bride who was to come with me was missing.
I realized what had happened in second’s fraction,
went back to the car, found her on backseat sleeping.
Her friends were busy talking, didn’t clearly hear me.
The happening for me wasn’t a thing quite so funny.
June 29, 2018.
Voluble, vocal
He didn’t agree
She remained non-committal
He thought, “It’s so dull.”
As he wanted everything
In black and white
Too suddenly
Too quickly
His watch words
Transparency and openness
No roundabouts, no guess
Scared to offend
She tried to mend
Willy-nilly toed the line
Bringing a sparkle
And a shine
To the relationship
Which now seemed
To take off
After the initial blip
Resulting in gushings
And outpourings
Too much
Too soon
Suspense killed
Mystery resolved
Thrill evaporated
Excitement got jaded
Relationship meandered
Before coming to a halt
He wondered
But could not pin the fault
Eventually asked
‘Who messed?’
She replied,
“Things would have been better
If unexpressed”
This facile teasing,
is so fluent and pleasing-
Along the shore of infatuation,
bringing to me a longing sensation.
You banter with such ease,
may all my sorrow slowly cease-
Singing tunes of meaningful nights,
and bringing to me sensual magical sights.
Eloquently suggestive,
silver-tonged and impressive-
Vivid dreams of articulated words,
speaking in verses only love can be heard.
A fever with chills,
oh, you my sweet fulfill
each and every part that needs air-
such freedom in the way you always care.
Elegant in each touch,
passion that means so much-
Voluble with sincerity and inspiration,
so grateful for your God-given lovely creation.
Eloquent Banter; You Tease Me So Nicely
Edward McCall
February 9, 2018
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.
-The Diamonds of My Mind-
Even if you call my name
this is not me you see
looking back.
I see the reflection of the someone
who needs convincing.
The diamonds of my mind
remember me from before
Everything about me is bespoke
I’m the one who stole last place.
It’s not me anymore
I don’t want my lovers back
They know now like me
there’s only one secret left
Hidden in the mystery,
the changing memories
life leaves behind.
But, is it me this morning
walking like an old man
while no one is looking.
I’m the one who jumped out of airplanes,
I hiked the Tetons,
I dove into a raging Missouri River,
and had a Yellowstone Grizzly
stand up in front of my convertible
flex his nails, then lumber off.
Ask Virginia Smart or Jeanie.
Now these aches
are the last real connection,
to a voluble past
Each has a story to tell.
An applaud in negative
In writing or voluble,
Appreciate one must
To further spring up,
A poetic grand slam !
Sarcastic comments
Take digs at you,
Aggressive remarks
The missiles,
To drop you dead !
Throwing a frisbee
Beyond reproach,
Reprimand,
Rebellion,
Give or do battle !
A censure,
Although Depreciates ,
Distresses and Disheartens,
Repel depression,
Essentiates introspection !
Be factualistic,
Don't divagate,
Be dianoetic,
Argue and analyse,
Put on a thinking cap !
Written on 5/5/14
Contest- slamming battle - 1
Sponsor- Verlena S. Walker
Now for contest- slamming season
Sponsor- PD A
Entered contest on 26/5/14
Now for contest- slam the slam
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On 30/5/14
CIRCUMLOCUTION
Today’s problems seem insoluble,
For empty talk is often voluble.
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NOTE: These two simple sentences, recently overheard in the following way.
I stand to be corrected, but in the world as we know it,
in the present day and age in which we live, the problems
seem insoluble, for want of a better phrase.
No doubt there are those who would contradict me when
I say that perhaps the main problem could be stated bluntly
but succinctly as - many people saying little but being loudly talkative.
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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