Whisper softly sibilant words, to charm a charming chant,
Deduce a dozen dulcet dictums, but poetry it aren’t!
For far from form of former phrases, fragrantly portrayed,
It’s just a lazy list of witless words dribbled down the page…
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How I hate the weight debate and worry for a nervous slake.
Just a simple snack, I’ll take… not buts, but a big butt make,
Indullgents fills a yawning chasm and stimulates the guilty spasm;
The self for filling prophecy; hasty, tasty, puff-pastry!
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A whirling dervish in the kitchen… fffffh! I think I’d rather not!
All whipped with wild images,
Of river-dancing mysteries,
Between the cauldrons hot.
Flying feet amid the steam, in kitchens like cathedrals and vast choirs of singing chefs, to feed the hungry hoards of people…
Dante & Bosch - meet Fritz Lang in kitchens out of time… but no; I think not - we’ll go with the c.g.i. …
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Had Icarus used a better sticker across,
In his flight across the Bosphorus,
Would we now give a fig,
For Wilbur and Orville’s sticky rig?
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It may be that your write is right,
You say it with a snarl alright,
But often those who make most fuss,
Are trying to convince themselves – not us…
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It’s sad that’s true, we cease to be, but why upon it dwell?
You only ever get a single life, so come on use it well!
No morbid dire doom filled dirge, no sour what will be,
Live and love and laugh out loud – spit in the ‘Reaper’s’ tea!
Then when the time to go has come, it will be no Pyrrhic victory!
You’ll have enjoyed what you had, and left a smile on history.
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I love the smell of stagnant books that sit upon the shelf of age,
I have to rush inside the shop and gently turn the yellowed page,
But on the whole it’s sophistry; false as the smell of fresh ground coffee,
The antiquity and scent of the old - little more than wise leaf mould…
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A Little Luck?
Lucas Lee Luck’s left leg's lovely, but his right’s a sight,
I think that’s why ‘lucky Lou’ wears, several pairs of tights.
His sister Sasha countrawise has hardly any flaws,
And seldom ever causes, good old boys’ paws to pause.
Uncle Chuck Luck’s cheap chopped jeep, painted putrid puce,
Set a set of settlers off to sink it in a sluice.
The least in luck of Lucas Lee Luck’s lot, his Aunt Ophelia Luck,
Tried to take a tarmac tyre track and failed to duck the truck.
(She was severely… injured.)
As you deduce, that’s all the ‘juice’, I hope you keep on trucking!
If you want some more, then I implore, that you is making your own luckin’
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These suck like a vacuum pump – or a real powerful ‘Hoover’,
I doubt that it will ever grab, the shakers or the movers,
And even many poets here, on good old A.P.,
Will probably not rate it, as the greatest poetry.
But while you’re waiting for ‘The One’, that puts you on the map,
You might as well keep practising by writing heaps of … lesser works.
I thank you much for reading, silica’s silly soliloquies,
I hope amongst the groans you gained a minor wheeze.
I very seldom use thesauri I find them rather stilting,
I’d rather find my own weird word - less sense but rather lilting,
And as to hysteria, I’d prefer to think it’s humour yet…
I’m really not ungrateful I’ll take what I can get!
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Written July 5th, 2003
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My favourite bit:
'But while you re waiting for The One , that puts you on the map,
You might as well keep practising by writing heaps of lesser works.'
I love it when a rhyme, doesn't...
(intentionally of course!)
Now i for one love my thesaurus (if i could just find the damn thing!). There's times when i know what i want to convey and the obvious word doesn't work. The thesaurus has saved my bacon a few times.
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There is an American poet whose name I forget, who wrote a huge wandering poem on a very narrow strip of paper, and had various rants about restrictions of the form. Reminded me of that. Mobius strips are only one-sided but paradoxical and loop back upon themselves: nice title for this self-mocking little piece. Some of the nuggets are so good that they could stand alone: I liked the Icarus verse a lot - epigrammatic. Nobody would have heard of the Wrights if Icarus had got it right, but even now there is more nobility in Icarus's failure than in the prosaic 'success' of Kitty Hawk 1903.
I never use a thesaurus either: I have my own stock of words which never quite fit together in quite the right order to arrive at The One, so I enjoy my own mediocrity for a while, until I tire of it. Enjoyed this. Refreshing, after reading a lot of stuff that takes itself so damn seriously. The random favor-repaying machine has come up with a good one here. -
I enjoyed this very much.
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Now that my brain has locked up and my tongue tied in a knot, I must saw this is very creative. Excellent work.
Thanx for the laugh this morning and thanx for sharing.
Rodney -
wow.. jaws agape..
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very clever writes here. i have read many of them more than once, and will, no doubt, return to read them again. thank you for sharing!
illusions
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Clever. Parody. Funny in places, but good poetic devices have stood the strength of time and shall always serve the better places for the poets in us!
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Beautiful, Lovely, and all that rot.
But often those who make most fuss,
Are trying to convince themselves – not us… and
I love the smell of stagnant books that sit upon the shelf of age,
I have to rush inside the shop and gently turn the yellowed page,
silly girl lying to us, playing with the rage (And all that fashion too)
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Very interesting and somewhat folksey type sonnets here. I can almost hear a banjo, dulcimer, and steel guitar in the background.
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Whisper softly sibilant words, to charm a charming chant,
Deduce a dozen dulcet dictums, but poetry it aren’t!
For far from form of former phrases, fragrantly portrayed,
It’s just a lazy list of witless words dribbled down the page…
you pickin on me again
I love these little snippets of yours Silica, always makes me ponder the places a thought can take you and where it is to stop that thought and apprecitae it for simply what it is..
thank you for the giggle, have to say my fav of this lot is your "A Little Luck" very murphies law...
my kinda logic.
thank you for the pleasure Sir.
s
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Okay, so I had to put my teeth in to get my tongue around this.. a most entertaining write silica.. most enjoyable.. too bad I had put someone elses teeth in.. no matter! I guess I could just spit them out into the ' reaper's ' tea!!
Jani -
silicas writing always leave me
in a state of unraveling and unweaving
and I stop and laugh aplenty
he always shares his wit with many
vast is the time I'd like to ponder
but alas I am forever called yonder
knowing when I trip upon his name
always a smile and much acclaim
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"It may be true that your write is right, you say it with a snarl..." Ouch! I am guilty and I have read other guilty parties too. But hey, less coffee may be the answer.
I loved the one about Icarus. I always wish the story would come out differently, even though it's supposed to teach us a lesson. It would be so fine if we could all flap our arms to fly and stop polluting the skies. Bonus, no stewardi.
sorry bout that
Lots of fun, thank you! -
You are a master of words and wit
Of sound and thought from poet's pit
A silversmith of sparling phrase
Strung out in verses that amaze -
Oh how I do so enjoy a stroll along your strip,
To quietly quaff my quota of your quintessential quips.
Such pleasurable a past-time that I walk the length...and back
And find I've made the journey without treading in any... lesser works!
Wonderful!
(Especially like the piquant purple one!
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Kyla XX
Edited on Jul 06, 4:24 p.m. because 'of a brain humour'. -
Have to come back to this , more to it then I originally thought....a whole bunch of interesting little quips . Will need to digest one at a time ....like a multicourse meal
Reenie
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Zounds! A cacophony of glittering sounds.
Balders and Icarus dashed but no umbrage taken.
O! For the lack of super glue, We could off be taken'.
One life you say, this one's a wrap?
O! Foul deed! I won't be back.
To reread the....lesser writes.
Your anvil was in rare form as usual.
I enjoyed this one!
RR
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Nothing beats a page of quips
to learn the art of wordsmiths tips
for often in the comments granted
stems a wiser word not ranted
never a finer soliloquy
has there been, or will to be
in all the comments on AP
~~whims
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