#wordy
Sometimes it's as simple as squeezing one thought into one quotation
Sometimes it's too wordy to reach that satisfaction following an end
Sometimes it's simple but ya can't find the words while missing all the signs
Sometimes it's complicated but can be illustrated in just a few lines
Sometimes you can't figure out how to coax it out
Sometimes there's no stopping it from getting out and wandering about
©2024
May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 2:23 AM UTC
Suddenly the plot sickens… Lurching out of a comatose state, the sudden onset of panic…left with a past that has never passed…was and is always present. At present, past and a past present, both distinctly different from the present prospect of the past degenerating already into a future prospect which will never be. Suffer that. Being prey to anxiety, nostalgia and hope…. to attain from time to time the absolute serenity of a perception of timelessness, a state of lack of perception of time; to fuse together some brief fragments of eternity, we can perceive on this side of life, through a glass darkly. Though eventually will perceive with crystal clarity, in sharp focus. Simulators. Emulators. I keep bumpin’ intae mysel. That’s just the point. Around the bend. It’s not the end. Sons of fear and sorrow, will you cheer tomorrow? Sons of toil and danger, will you serve a stranger? A new beginning, never ending. Still sometimes I feel so low that I want tae “top mysel.” But I will go on. God is ma strength. He is ma Salvation. The only Way, The Truth and The Life. Love. Always was and always will be. HE IS.
Feb 18, 2024
Feb 18, 2024 at 8:27 AM UTC
****** by 7
Circuitry sizzling now bless
My sight with fractals and
a misread message
A step withheld in my ongoing
Prosecution of the self resting
headless without a leg to
Stand up for myself when
I can't remember what I've
Dreamed this month, it's
Breaking across these mental
Walls, as far as the eye's can
Tell a story, and reveal as well as hide
From one's conjured enemies.
Shiver. These silver sided dice roll
Like the spies sent to hinder my
Will to save you. I will save you.
As I save myself. the last morsel
Of forged laurels.
Aug 23, 2021
Aug 23, 2021 at 8:02 PM UTC
In a wordy battle with trivial dogmatic mentalities , I win by sandwiching my perspectives between my upper lip tubercle and lower lip tubercle.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 7:37 PM UTC
**Words ,they were never mine
Nor ,did they ever mind
When ,used them
For the thoughts confined
Words ,
Belong to the ones
Who invented them
There is no belonging ,
In 'There'
A privilege that is theirs
And
'Their' , alone to belong
Meanings they hold yes ,
With each other they differ
In dictionaries you'd find
Words never flock together
Separate Entities ,
As Dignitaries
They stand ,
Grand
Thoughts are the ones
Ours , we can Proclaim
In words , one can Reclaim**
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 5:32 AM UTC
The breeze in the air is redolent
And the heart gambols with glee
To the tintinnabulation of wind chimes
Ah, what sweet felicity.
The whispering of trees is mellifluous
As is the susurrous of floral woods
How salubrious is the efflorescence
Beside the ebullient babbling brook.
Old man winter is but fugacious
For I've stumbled upon my inglenook
I wake to the breath of spring
Oh, it's summer eternal in my book.
My cup now holds ethereal elixir
It's manna from the heavens above
I found you - ah, serendipity
If this isn't, then what is love?
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
*A word from noone
Means nothing at all
But a word from someone
Of significance
Is more harmonized than the angels’ song and more beautiful than the most heartfelt verse to ruminate within the soul*
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC
within twenty first century promotion
sans scientific paradigm
dogmatically hefty, kinetically lofty,
and poetically thoroughly, xyz beliefs misalign
wherein mechanistic Ptolemaic,
static venerated yin yang benign
choreography describing elementary forces
governing heavens inviting jinxed, kooky,
loopy measures necessitating pacific rectification
to guarantee spatial objects remain in line
which notions trotted out
a cosmic deal with invisble ink
omnipresent, omniscient omnipotent
benevolent creator link
synonymously afffixed terrestrial
firmament (planet Earth) nsync
with bedrock of deified Gibraltor
until undisputed supposedly
figuratively hermetically sealed
fostered religious (church) fathers
to do more than blink
when inquisitive minds (undaunted
though invoked as heretical martyrs)
blaspheming solidly entrenched
blind faith functioning with charm
mingly quaint association with amulets, churinga,
equisite fetishisms guiding humanity
innumerable journeys kickstarting
legendary modus operandi initially harm
less lee sounding out,
what manifested into a schismatic alarm
regarding millennial questions
underming liturgical moorings
strong lance heaving arm
irrevocably toppled geocentric mindset,
nonetheless this oblate spheroid dance
sing with the stars redoubled
devout hangers-on fixed
with barnacle cleaving devotion stalwart stance
Page Number Two:
populace behooved (as would be expected),
when Douting Thomas' revolutionary screeds
threatened (prior to unending)
univeral schema just by chance
and despite proclamations pronounciations,
and provocations roiling status quo
hashtagged as evil rants
eventually zealous warfare between
growing heliocentric individuals
with sacrilegiously blatantly deranged
fiendishly gnarly heathens –
perhaps the Renaissance own Timothy Leary
the dawn of a quantifiable, explainable theory
(minus all those concentric embedded orbital paths)
diktat preachers eventually became weary
to challenge recalcitrant (purported hell raisers)
**** I would have fit right in as a rebel rouser)
whereby agents provocateurs spout vestigial claim
to Gaea remaining front and center of galaxy
on par clubbing with Mother Mary.
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 11:22 PM UTC
I'm such a sucker for
over explanatory wordy titles
there's no fall out.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 4:24 PM UTC
At this point it may not even
Be a poem,
Just too many intends in a too
Wordy sentence,
But it doesnt matter what it
Is, because all I
Want to get across is that
I love you.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
It's an asset to be taciturn,
Reticent, laconic, terse,
And to the point.
I consider myself such,
So listen...
Do I have a story for you.
It was a dark and stormy night;
The wind howled destruction
Coming across...
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
Be Not Bitter in Thine Writings,
for They Be Most Wondrous Things;
Catacombious Monstrocities,
Though You May'st Conceive Them.
Words Stray'd and Pluck'd into Near-Woven Dressings,
Gone Fade with Thine Temperament—
These Things that You Shrug and Forget!—
Shall ****** Adventures unto the Intrepid,
Kind Caretakers as yet Unknown to These Days.
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 2:20 AM UTC
sometimes, late at night
i lie awake, or sit, or even dance
i do not "sleep"
i might drowse, or snooze,
but only temporary reprive-
The Dark
holds its monsters and
pattering, clawed steps
outside of my candlelit chambers
and beyond the fragile makebelieve walls
of my lurking consciousness-
light a candle.
burn the Night.
Smolder your eyes upon the smoke
banish my fears, faint light-
but do not destroy my peace-
morning Light, cast not your hands over
this black scry-stone!
Look but so gently into the Dark's swirling
and staring stars
down upon a ritual laid bare-
agate eyes upon the crown
upon the head of the young Oracle
a story for another time, a
prayer for a beating heart
in another place,
another darkened midnight womb
or perhaps an obsidian tomb--.
fill a chalice and not a mind
tip the contents to then find
a wandering flame spread to the wind
devouring those violent souls that have sinned
as such, topics change like Gaia
dear, as such my mind roams when
I cower in fear--.
in the imaginary arms of a
man I love, the one who can't be near.
Night sings a quiet song of insane
love and gentle terror, a soft-soft
sound that rings eternal
and lulls its listener not to sleep
but into a spell that gathers deep
within the core of the mind
behind the third,
before the eye,
but loud and deafening guilt
that keeps the shade-drawn witch
awake, and the quivering fear
racing in their youthful heart--.
Ladle the light of the stars above
into the cupped hands tonight
and sing the damnation back
to the groping clouds
on the black horizon, the violet and
blue and grey and white
swirling in cohesion and roaring into a wave of
conscious nightmares
i cannot deal with these thoughts
on my mind, resting upon
my heart
my eyes
my mind
my very soul.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC