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Big Virge Sep 2021
I've Had This Said...
A Couple of Times...

My Cadence Is TIGHT...
When Reciting Rhymes... !!!

The Movement of Sound...
When I... Vocalise...

Which Is Also Known...
As... INTONATION...

If You're Reading This... ?
That's.... Education.... !!!
Cos' Words Like These...
Have Close Relations... !!!

NO NOT Like THAT... !!!
But That's A... FACT... !!!

Intonation And Cadence...
Make For Good Entertainment... !!!
When Done With STYLE... !!!

But You NEED A Good Voice...
That Is... TOP Choice... !!!

And Keeps The Ladies....
Slightly... " MOIST "...

Pay Attention Now Boys... !!!
Cos' A Voice That's SWEET...
Can Help You Get...
Girls In Your Sheets... !!!

YES For... RELATIONS... !!!!!
So We're Back Again...
To... INTONATION...

If You Use It WELL...
You Make Pulses RISE...
Just Like... INFLATION...
Or Just Like England's Taxation... !!!

But KEEP Your Cadence Moving On...
Keep It Slick And NOT TOO Blatant...
Cos' This Can Make Some ...
LOSE Their...................... Patience... !!!

Then Your Message Is LOST...
Like Beds For Patients... !!!

Intonation Is A Wonderful Gift...
So I'm Using Mine For Poetic Scripts...
Cos' When The Two Get Together...

It's A... PERFECT FIT... !!!!!

Like Guns And Clips... !!!
Or Cues And Tips...
Or A Great Pair of Lips...
Around A STIFF... DRINK... !!!!!

Did You Get The Link... ?
See Words I Write...
Make People THINK... !!!

And Leave Some Resting....
On The... BRINK... !!!

Or On The... VIRGE... !!!
Cos' Some of My Words...
Make People... SINK...
Into Leather Chairs...
Talking To... Shrinks... !!!

But Cadence Linked To Intonation...
Makes My Message Seem Less Blatant...

My Message Is Honed...
To... UNIFY Nations...
Through Usage of Prose...
And... INTONATION... !!!

Are You With Me Folks... ?
Can You See The... " Relation "... ?
Or BETTER Still The Slick Connection... !!!

My Message Is STRONG...
And Has... Direction... !!!

But Does Inflection...
DIVERT............ Attention... ?!?

Well THAT's A Subject...
WORTH... Inspection... !!!

Does My Voice Attract... ?
Or Is It Because I'm BIG and Black... ?!?
And Do NOT Run From PAINFUL Facts...
When Using Words To WOUND Infections... !!!
And EXPOSE THOSE Who Have DEFECTIONS... !!!

Sometimes I Laugh...
When I Read This Stuff... !!!

Cos' CLEARLY Some Get In A HUFF... !!!
And Wish That I Would Just SHUT UP... !!!

That's Cool With Me...
But PAY ATTENTION PLEASE... !!!!!

My Poetry Will NEVER Freeze... !!!
And NOBODY Will Stop My Speech...
From Reaching Those It NEEDS To REACH... !!!

Well Someone CAN...
Guess Who... Yes ME... !!!

But That I'm Afraid Is UNLIKELY... !!!
Cos Yoda Has Instilled In Me...

THESE Three words...

… ”It's Your Destiny !" …

I'm FEELING That...
Are You Feeling ME... ?

Feel Free To Applaud...
If You Like My Style of Poetry... !!!

I'll Continue To Read...
While My Mind Runs FREE...
And Want My Words...
To OUTLAST me... !!!

Through Publishing And OTHER Things...
Like TEACHING The Dumb To STOP KILLING... !!!

But THAT Will Be WITHOUT My Voice...
Soothing Mics' With Baritone Noise...

Well That's The FUTURE...
But While i'm Here...
I'll KEEP ON Speaking And Relating...

By Using STRONG...

... " Cadence and Intonation " ...
LISTEN HERE :

https://soundcloud.com/user-16569179/cadence-intonation/s-3p70o
Melody Mann Sep 2021
The final cadence of our union dismantled at the maestro's gesture,
A well sought forever concluded in nevertheless,
Promises ceased at the symphony's end,
A distraught reality remains.
Melony Martinez Feb 2021
I am lulled to sleep by my heart's beat
I awake to a rhythm in my mind
The same rhythm I have been seeking
My soul, a rare drummer
Pounding out a cadence
A call to find that familiar rhythm
One heart beating in tempo with my own
Two drummers - one song
A simple march, a soulmate's march
written March 2004
Traveler Dec 2020
I am music
the cadence of soul
beat box of rhythm
lyrical poems
I am music
the inertia of dance
primitive passion
arising romance

I am music
of both hemispheres
intuitive and sensing
perception unaware
emotion in motion
routed in love
I am below
sent from above

I am music
I am love
Please never give me up!
Traveler Tim
Jay M Nov 2019
Four seated
In a pizza place
Sharing a pizza
Cheesy and delicious
New York style
Talk between bites

Reaching for the Parmesan
The table slides
Hits one of them
Right in the gut

Pizza drops
Back on the paper plate
Grease splattering
Eyes wide
Heads turn
Bodies shift in their seats
To see the sound
Strange noise
From the little table
Table of four

Laughing it off
All things resume
They continue to eat
That greasy, cheesy pizza

Talk of life
Current events
Bites of pizza
Two slices left
Split and taken
Being eaten
When...

Slide
The table
So killer
Slides to one
Hitting their gut
Making them grunt

Pizza drops
Heads turn
Bodies shift
Movement from all about
The pizza place
Eyes fall upon them

Laughter
Then the table is fixed
Repositioned
Then the pizza
Cheesy and greasy
Is devoured
Talk goes on
All resumes

After a time
The four leave
Cleaning up their trash
And leaving behind
That killer table.

- Jay M
November 28th, 2019
My mom, sister, my friend Cadence and I went to Bronx pizza the other night for dinner. The table slid to our guts twice, and we made a joke about "the killer table". So, I said I'd write a poem about it. Here it is. :)
Bede Sep 2019
I nary wish to hide my penned
And quoted phrases, hidden in
My nonsensical rhymes, symbolic speech
No, I shall not let my words beseech

The sanctity of openness,
The sacred land of free excess,
My page, my land, looked for with care
Where I may lay my feelings bare.

Bring forth the peering eyes, behold!
A treasury of stories told
Within the madman's wealthy rhymes,
Looking forward, or back in times.

My heart is free, my soul unhinged,
My mind consumed by thoughts less grim.
All thanks to the Muse's daughter, sweet,
Within my mind, fear I defeat.
Happy Poetry done my way
Kennedy Sep 2019
Light seeps through the
Window cadences of rhythm
Like a heartbeat
Of true intentions
Misconceptions dodge the soul
Dust particles pass my face
Proving I’m still alive
Somewhere inside
This shell

At night my astrolabe
Can not contain the measures
Of uneasiness and skepticism arising
In this government induced anxiety
©
Abby M Dec 2018
His heart beat in two
And mine was in three
Our cadence was always just off
But I switched to a two
One bright afternoon
When I missed a beat trying to cough
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