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"humdudgeon" poems
When we met, love Obnubilated me. I became bananas about you. I wanted to be luculent. Just to be Pauciliquent. I however felt like a blatherskite. You probably thought I was a glaikit. Did I sound like a meacock instead? If so, it’s due to kakorrhaphiophobia. I might have operose my feelings. Did it seem like I wanna mamaguy you? You behaved like a frondeur. Your callipygian body looked extramundane. Your hair looked ulitichous. Did you feel like I lusted your Callipygian shape? I foresaw a love that won’t flatline. If it does, it will be eucatastrophe. Now we’re together, I’m disenthrall from Misogamy. You’re a deipnosophist and a mixologist. I’m edcious. To keep you happy, I share a boffola. To me, love felt like a Humdudgeon.
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
When we met (using rare & unused words).
Sitting in the quiet pulchritude, In limerence, I am drenched, Luculent from head to foot. Watching people gallivanting - Some agathist, impavid with life, In eucatastrophe, they are. The lollylags and misantrophic, Dillydallying with humdudgeon. The rugrats in constant bumfuzzle; Stroking their rumpots are the drunk, A man and a woman, and a bingle, Then a belgard was exchanged. No noise, just music in my ears; No argle-bargle of the blatherskite; No conniption from old hag. No need to absquatulate, Just enjoy the quiet festivities. Tiny hairs on my arms stood on end, As I felt the wind surround me. What a beauty this place is, The hoddy-noddies took for granted. Melancholy, serenity, strangely nostalgic. Pictures of the past and the future, Disembogue, delivered from my head. All this images ensorcell me, over and over, With a final intake of breath and a shudder, I took in the picture, forever encapsulated in my mind.
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Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
The beautiful people of the busy High Street
Emotional pain Simply is worse than Physical pain.
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
Humdudgeon (8 w)