"lagniappe" poems
To be imbued with the conviction that empathic listening is a panacea,
by the surreptitious, murmurous harbinger and his mellifluous words,
provoked brooding that my comprehension of his susurrous eloquence was a mondegreen,
when this scintilla of sagacity left a fetching ingenue crestfallen.
By the surreptitious, murmurous harbinger and his mellifluous words!
I adopted a propinquity to this furtive, ephemeral epiphany,
but when this scintilla of sagacity left a fetching ingenue crestfallen,
I discerned this lagniappe beleaguered our dalliance.
I adopted a propinquity to this furtive, ephemeral epiphany.
When she became inured to petrichor I knew my method pyrrhic,
and when I discerned that this lagniappe beleaguered our dalliance,
I vowed to rectify the imbroglio for my quintessential cynosure.
When she became inured to petrichor I knew my method pyrrhic,
and I ruminated that her insouciance was only forbearance.
I vowed to rectify my quintessential cynosure of the imbroglio,
and fabricated a denouement to return her to halcyon incipient.
I ruminated that her insouciance was only forbearance,
until hearing her state our conflation made each a moiety of our own panoply.
She fabricated a denouement to return us to the incipience of halcyon
with ineffable felicity, and I remembered with ebullience my inamorata's words.
Hearing her state our conflation made each a moiety of our own panoply
provoked brooding that my comprehension of her susurrous eloquence was a mondegreen.
With ineffable felicity I found ebullience in my inamorata's words
and was imbued with the conviction that empathic listening is a panacea.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 4:58 AM UTC
Her syllogisms repose trust in her adept beleaguering of unworthy opponents.
Constantly in a state of lassitude for this desultory, inure world of the insouciant youth which dwells upon it's cathartic terrain, she engages not in lachrymose nor is she crestfallen for the hope of romance and it's everlasting ineffability.
She is a fugacious moment of frisson embodied in a human form; a juxtaposition of the serendipitous moments that ever constantly come one after the other in a fickle wheel of steep highs and deep lows. All her life, this girl will lilt through the crossroads of her obstacles and show the world the efflorescence of her beauty. Hush don't speak lest you miss hearing the mellifluous music of her voice of fail to hear the lagniappe that is her name.
She is the cynosure of human attention, the goddess and we are but her humble servants. She is innocence most rare, love most coveted. She is infinite. She is peace.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
We were a beleaguered bard born,
a chief in chatoyant charms charged with
the principle petrichor of passionate paramours;
to drive the dainty dalliances
of incipient ingénues immured in
glamourous gossamer gowns;
lilting, lead lissome lads 'long labyrinthine love;
mischeiviously make mellifluous mondegreens;
sing of such serendipity: surreptitiously susurrous sessions
scintillas of Spring's sempiternal sentiments!
But fetching fugues fade fast, felicity's fated to fly. For
penumbral poets, it portends a pyrrhic pay.
We wander woebegone, waiting wistfully.
Lovers leave lyricists to languish in lonely lassitude.
The halcyon heyday has harbingered
inbroglio in the inured inventor of infatuation.
Why? With what wherewithal?
Often our offerings off us, opposite of, obviously, obtaining, or,
lucidly: lyrical lacers of Love likewise lack its livening lagniappe.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 11:59 AM UTC
Brilliance in mode and tone
Elegance without loquaciousness
For language is her gift to all
Poetess your evanescence
Shines eternally in your verbiage
And the imagery that lingers
Sincerity, essential themes,
A labyrinth of life altering morals spun with
An unadulterated touch oh humor
Poetess, you are admired
Humbly honored in this plebeian's
Pedestrian attempt at articulation
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
ive been brooding,
lurking your pages,
thinking of how we would conflate so well..
do you think of me?
do you ever ask yourself, "does she exist?"
i admire your cynosure.
& i hope my eloquence impresses you.
will we ever be?
erstwhile.. maybe
im tired of relationships that are evanescent,
so when you get here, will you be here awhile?
i will imbue my love in you..
it'd require you to have interest in a non-ingénue being.
a being so brilliant that you will start to question your soul and the size of your crown, my King.
you will not become jaded,
inure,
for i am a Queen of lagniappe.
i will have you twisting and turning at the quakes of my soul..
is your mind as beautiful as mine?
is your soul as deep?
can we be panoply, i hope.
can our love be sempiternal..
wherewithal of our love.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
Its nights like this where I just want drum out the beats of your heart with my fingertips. I want to feel the resistance to separate each and every kiss.
I want to see your dark brown eyes illuminated with starlight and moonbeams dancing between the thick black strands of your hair.
I want to sing lullabies and then wake you from sleep to remind you I'm still there.
I want to whisper dreams across the pillowcase and wrap your arms around me until we've fallen in too deep.
I want to make dances out of your restlessness and poems from your mumbling.
I want to be the reason you’re bursting with color and in the dark I want to us to love one another.
It’s those nights that I long, but here, by myself, the nights drag on.
I close my eyes and reminisce through a slideshow of memories filled with pure bliss.
I hope that one day we’ll live like that.
Where our scattered clothing makes a perfect picture on the floor and the sliver of light coming from under the door will warn us of morning. I want to be there when it’s too early to for your mouth to form words and your irises are born anew.
I want to walk with you through winter, spring, summer, and fall. I just want to feel it all.
Every little smile and stupid little joke; I want to live through the fire and the smoke.
I could give you the world and it still wouldn't mirror what you're worth to me.
I want to dig so far and wide and long and deep that we unearth heaven from under the sea. Imagining forever with you has become my sleepless obsession.
So when the darkness holds your breath and the wind bites at your cheek, just know, those are the nights where I give you my heart piece by piece.
And on nights like tonight remember that it is yours to keep.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 12:04 AM UTC
This will land like focaccia,
Like the careless 'forgot ya'!
And a man will stand while staring in, through the coffee shop window, going off glossolalia.
The ebullient cashier trainee
remembers every name and mixes up almost all the orders
for coffee,
Cars are lined up for the drive-
through, their voices sound like
didjeridoos, in the ears covered
by single cyborg clip-ons
headset taking orders.
The ****** iconoclast, Street person, bows to the ground, hat off his head, as he prays to the cigarette holes he made in the EXIT sign outside,
his hat remains empty, as each car that whips up the wind that tumbles the receipts tossed egregiously at him, like leaves in the Fall,
While the cruciverbalist sits in the corner in the only soft seat, finger pecking her keyboard while stares at the line and sips her chai tea,
lagniappe of chocolate stashed,
away in her voluptuous bag, the beleaguered barista has cups lined up over the transcendental horizon,
and she can't wait for her break
so she can eat with Olio Nuovo
olive oil, and Selection Artisan
ged balsamic vinegar, she brought
to dip, her focaccia bread in,
which she forgot almost,
on the counter at home.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC
i.
Dulcet darling
Thine eloquence represent's Efflorescence;
Felicity unbound.
ii.
Glamour flambeau
Queen of mine soul;
Dip me in thine heavenly fountain.
iii.
Harbinger of the future
Nurse to mine suture's;
I liveth to ourn vow's.
iv.
Mine lagniappe
I shalt imbue thee;
With mine spirit energy, as we overtake the darkness by light.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
Inspired
By
A girl
-Are not so many things?-
Who marvels at
Newly discovered words.
This aspect is
The inspiring seed
Which brings me
Incentive to nuzzle
The common terms
Aside in pursuit
Of vocabulary spectacular
The inky gems
Nestled in newspaper
Articles; like fragile
Antique tea cups
Or buried deep
Beneath tomes, dust,
And peerless age.
Each word, carefully
I pen them
Like exotic butterflies
In winding lists
In winding lists
Within my notebook,
Permitting the cadence
Of the river
Of inky descriptions
To travel autonomously
Following the fascinating
History of words
The curious examples
Of a word's
More early usage
And thus, term
After term fills
My little journal
Making a poem
Of curious variety
And "lagniappe"
Sits by "imbroglio"
Terms frivolous and weighty
Resting side by side
And these words
Preserved twixt pages
The ultimate museum
Of English's curiosities
And all this
Inspired
By
A girl
-Are not so many things?
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
Like a chatoyants
So pretty to look at
A colmely and dulcet
A individual you doesn't want to upset
Gives you a felicity
A glamourous beauty
Halcyon person
Is like a lagniappe
To give
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 2:29 AM UTC
To Save Strays Deserve Lagniappe
Ruff lee, e'er since
aye waz za lil whippersnapper
watt wit dis awful temper, yet
obedient to a pooch loving Aleut
til present moment, Asian ole mangy coot
this hot day (woof faux pas
dipping into animal shelter
donated water bowl)
filled to the brim with smoothie fruit
flavored slaking, moistening, cooling,
sans lallygagging tongue
doth wipe phlegmy ooze away,
where nearby a kazoo
playing labradoodle
accompanies mum
muttering prettifying self,
via quasi preening snout
when squeezed
automatically issues
***** tonk sound imitating hoot,
where passerine twittering
fly night passersby
toss bone fied token loot
and a Norwegian
bachelor farmer named Knute
Rockne took immediate
liking to yours truly,
who when scratched
itchy fur patches remained mute
imparting unconditional love
to petting man's best friend
hoof right then and there
Isaiah felt as top underdog
momentarily distracted
Fermi n Rico as petsmart necessary fix
reduced to that as newshound ******
oft times in desperation
shine shoes ala boot lix
usually rewarded with bona fide prolix
about such a docile mix
breed to old for chase sticks
to learn super champing cheap tricks.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC
Having long admired
Him from afar,
Something akin to love
Rooted unconditionally,
Aching within her for a day
There'd be no distance
Come between them.
When that time should arrive,
With bated breath,
She opened arms wide
To receive his eternal embrace,
To feel ardent need
Run through her.
And so it was,
And as lagniappe
She bled out
Upon the floor,
Her going smile,
One made of bliss,
In having finally felt
Love's pleasurable sting.
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC
There is a man
A
Man
With an alluring face
Blissful, yet brooding
He appears mean
Intimidating but he's not
He's
Not
He's too kind
And his smile
'Mångata'
As bright as he is
He
Is
The color amaranthine
A deep purple-red color
As laced in mysterious
As an unopened book
Unopened
Book
That's not him
He writes sweetly
For the broken world
That's set against him
Against
Him
Yet he stands; Leader
Quintessential to many
A lagniappe to all
Kim Namjoon
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 8:34 AM UTC