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"rodomontade" poems
Poem Analysis 1st read, I thought gibberish, 2nd I thought Hmmm, 3rd I thought interesting, 4th I felt genius. billy your poem comment-dissects my poem my process, a marathon interview for a new poem pole position, limb by limb, word by word, chewed and re-chewed, like a tiring piece of bubble gum, the flavor remaining ebbs, but is not extinguished, and can live in your mouth, forever and the praise and this poem, not a rodomontade, for your comment dear Billy, is the process description of a poet’s labor, from word first to a baby’s birth, gibberish into genius emergent from first pain, then pushing, then tilled, at long last, the dirtiest immaculate conception beautiful billy reads my rambling, silly abstruse^ & wrote me: *1st read I thought gibberish, 2nd I thought Hmmm, 3rd I thought interesting, 4th I felt genius* this is a much loved critique for I well recall each step of creation, a summarizing parallel that your words+genes replicated so well, forgiving you a minor typo, Billy, it was genus, not genius that you meant (but then again, why quibble over a miscellaneous, harmless, delighting, tiny little extra i...not me, said he, my muse ego ) Billy has gone gray dotted, but his dot, his comment, with gratitude, in me, he, lives for ever I feel gibberish coming on...
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Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 2:50 AM UTC
Gibberish into Genuis: 1st read, I thought it gibberish (2019)
posturing plentitude of platitudinous petulance the sulking face of the pride of disgrace pretentiousness replete, retorts repeated a compensatory litany of honesty forlorn what is your objective, your ultimate intent to be a divisive monster of truthfulness, to be some sight to see with all your money and ill gotten gain you can not  buy love, you can only by fame
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Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC
Rodomontade
rodomontade homoiousian majeure; force projet necissitously sportiveness chagrin Mahdi zing dighted away and night become day blackness apocalyptic and hell itself went to heaven God back home Alone.
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Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
Armegeddon, the last.
::::::Just a Poem:::::: The world will end The Earth will bend Waters will get thirsty Ants will grow hefty The sun will melt No pain will be felt The clouds will usurp the sky Fishes will walk and fly Trees will run and walk Flowers will sing and talk Animals will become wise As with great heat the Moon will arise Rivers will flow out from earth Water will be the measuring unit of wealth Stories will not be told Not when old senile grasses will bear forth gold And mountains will be heaved by valiant men As they bore forth silvers and diamonds vomiting children Famers will plant Crimson stones and harvest rubies Ripping their husbands apart, and searching for crystals, would be feminine hobbies Lions will be used for transportation, since their claws will turn wheels Crocodiles will evacuate their aquatic tenements and head for the hills After losing their flight, birds will trek to volcanic regions for recreation As venoms of snakes will be used for mummification Just when planetary bodies muss up after drinking muscatel And Comets will go wiggling the Universe searching for Meteors to tell Asteroids will be **** women Visiting Earth on intervals to eat the luscious renascent three-legged men Children will converged forging a bulwark with each fiery horn Ones fixed by a one-tooth worm just about the time they were born This is a gory war; it will commence when a star will fall Exactly when vim-less monkeys will bellow a rehearsed rodomontade in the butchery hall As venerated corpses of Rats receive posthumous worship Those villains were holy miscreants, who sent many to death-sleep Their posterities are honored; infamous miscreated Rats, with flagrant mien But as foretold by the corpulent Prophets, shortened will be the tyrannous Gopheric reign For they will be swallowed by gigantic-goliath gourmand Hippopotamuses Their description are ineffable to words, they are of enormous sizes And aeons from now those gourmets will swallow the earth! And oh! Unreal it will all seem Because you think this screed is just a Poem! Composed by SirKelvin Poem 99, ©SirKel 2016
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Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
Just A Poem
::::::Just a Poem:::::: The world will end The Earth will bend Waters will get thirsty Ants will grow hefty The sun will melt No pain will be felt The clouds will usurp the sky Fishes will walk and fly Trees will run and walk Flowers will sing and talk Animals will become wise As with great heat the Moon will arise Rivers will flow out from earth Water will be the measuring unit of wealth Stories will not be told Not when old senile grasses will bear forth gold And mountains will be heaved by valiant men As they bore forth silvers and diamonds vomiting children Famers will plant Crimson stones and harvest rubies Ripping their husbands apart, and searching for crystals, would be feminine hobbies Lions will be used for transportation, since their claws will turn wheels Crocodiles will evacuate their aquatic tenements and head for the hills After losing their flight, birds will trek to volcanic regions for recreation As venoms of snakes will be used for mummification Just when planetary bodies muss up after drinking muscatel And Comets will go wiggling the Universe searching for Meteors to tell Asteroids will be **** women Visiting Earth on intervals to eat the luscious renascent three-legged men Children will converged forging a bulwark with each fiery horn Ones fixed by a one-tooth worm just about the time they were born This is a gory war; it will commence when a star will fall Exactly when vim-less monkeys will bellow a rehearsed rodomontade in the butchery hall As venerated corpses of Rats receive posthumous worship Those villains were holy miscreants, who sent many to death-sleep Their posterities are honored; infamous miscreated Rats, with flagrant mien But as foretold by the corpulent Prophets, shortened will be the tyrannous Gopheric reign For they will be swallowed by gigantic-goliath gourmand Hippopotamuses Their description are ineffable to words, they are of enormous sizes And aeons from now those gourmets will swallow the earth! And oh! Unreal it will all seem Because you think this screed is just a Poem! Composed by SirKelvin Poem 99, ©SirKel 2016
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