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Playing with words is one of my gifts Poetry, prose, through pen or the lips Let me show you what happens What goes on in this brain As I introduce you to the art of Wordplay They march in - then beat, tortured, stretched, and broken Completely dissected before they're respoken All meaning pulled out, fully extracted Give a word no mercy - just straight up attack it Roll it over, spin it around, toss it up, smash it down Play with it - make it move, hold it still Like a cat with its mouse just before the **** And when the word no longer resembles itself When it's suffered, collapsed, gone through hell Give it love, offer grace Let the word have some space Place it back on the tongue and see how it tastes Then the word, encouraged, will offer something new Will compel your lips and your jaw, your whole mouth to move Something fresh will come out, unexpected perhaps Spurred by the word and the knocks and the taps at the door to your mind - Same word. Redefined. It still fits But now it tells a new story Try it again - it never gets boring! What once was unseen, unknown, and unheard Has now been revealed by this old-but-new word "What should I make of this?" many inquire My advice? Play with words, not fire!
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Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 12:29 AM UTC
Wordplay
Playing with words is one of my gifts Poetry, prose, through pen or the lips Let me show you what happens What goes on in this brain As I introduce you to the art of Wordplay They march in - then beat, tortured, stretched, and broken Completely dissected before they're respoken All meaning pulled out, fully extracted Give a word no mercy - just straight up attack it Roll it over, spin it around, toss it up, smash it down Play with it - make it move, hold it still Like a cat with its mouse just before the **** And when the word no longer resembles itself When it's suffered, collapsed, gone through hell Give it love, offer grace Let the word have some space Place it back on the tongue and see how it tastes Then the word, encouraged, will offer something new Will compel your lips and your jaw, your whole mouth to move Something fresh will come out, unexpected perhaps Spurred by the word and the knocks and the taps at the door to your mind - Same word. Redefined. It still fits But now it tells a new story Try it again - it never gets boring! What once was unseen, unknown, and unheard Has now been revealed by this old-but-new word "What should I make of this?" many inquire My advice? Play with words, not fire!
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M/Texas
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 12:29 AM UTC
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