From my observations
the poets language
leans towards
repetitions.
Poems are a colourful
diversity
of syllabic phonems
****** in a virtual permanency
An Ink dried up; drifting away
un-catchable in the totality.
The mean-ing-ness!
Wisdom wandering around
the hot *** of poetry's
boiling brew.
The Talent is an attractor
Turning Disharmonious to the
Love Beat.
A Credo from the misty monsoons and the full moon's
'la lingua pool'
borrowed, beaten,
chewed and eaten.
Some would say: "Some
words you could just eat!"
They're so sweet~To the beat. . .!
Poets love certain
words whether
they are good or not.
Words or them!
The words:
whimiscal
lame
green
vigorous
transcendental
blackness
blue sea **** love
Honeysuckles
To be.
I see. . .
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 8:02 AM UTC
From my observations
the poets language
leans towards
repetitions.
Poems are a colourful
diversity
of syllabic phonems
****** in a virtual permanency
An Ink dried up; drifting away
un-catchable in the totality.
The mean-ing-ness!
Wisdom wandering around
the hot *** of poetry's
boiling brew.
The Talent is an attractor
Turning Disharmonious to the
Love Beat.
A Credo from the misty monsoons and the full moon's
'la lingua pool'
borrowed, beaten,
chewed and eaten.
Some would say: "Some
words you could just eat!"
They're so sweet~To the beat. . .!
Poets love certain
words whether
they are good or not.
Words or them!
The words:
whimiscal
lame
green
vigorous
transcendental
blackness
blue sea **** love
Honeysuckles
To be.
I see. . .
more than randomly repeated
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